"I-" Earle opened his mouth to yell something but stopped. He closed his mouth and had a confused look on his face, though tried to keep it angry for the sake of keeping his pride intact. "I don't know." he admitted after a moment, his anger quickly dying down with the realization. "I came here because I had a long day and wanted to spend time with you... Something about seeing you like that with her really pi$sed me off. Uh... Here." he murmured and got ready to change Mary back.
Yeah. She clearly likes Aldrich. Kinda sounds sad to me that she doesn't even have that.
Aldrich Brandt
Aldrich sighed, wrapping the sheet around his waist and holding up a hand. "Wait." He moved closer to Earle, brow furrowed as he looked up at him. "You had a long day and decided that, above everything else you could possibly do in this world, you wanted to see me, and seeing me in the arms of a beautiful woman upset you in such a way that you don't really understand. Doesn't any of that say something to you?" He was quiet for about a minute, then turned back to the bed. "Turn her back, maybe take away her memories if you can. She's a nice girl. I don't want her to be traumatized because of me."
Earle gave Aldrich a blank look. What he heard was the description of friendship. As for why he was made... Well he did just spend an hour listening to that idiot boy ramble on about bondage with his grandson, seeing anything even on the same level as that would drive him on edge. He looked back to the bed when Aldrich did and nodded at him, waving his hand towards the frog. A blue cloud twirled around the creature before changing it back into Mary, whom was sleeping peacefully on the bed. By the time she'd wake up she'd have no recollection of the past hour. He'd be sure to send her somewhere else before she wakes up.
"My God, you're so stupid." He sighed, then lightly pushed Earle's shoulder. "How does it feel when I tell you that Mary and I just had the most gratifying sex that I've had in the past five years?" he asked, then continued on. "Then tell me how it feels when I tell you that I really, really enjoy spending time with you, especially after a tough day?"
The first comment Earle could ignore, but when he was described the sex scene, he couldn't help but let out a guttural growl, feeling that mist swarm his hand for a second. He stopped himself when he heard the last statement, pausing to let the mist disperse. "It... It confuses me." he admitted. "You're telling me you had the best sex in years, but then you say you like spending time with me. I don't know how to feel about that. Why?" He narrowed his eyes at him. "What mind games are you trying to play?"
Okay, time for the big guns. "Okay, what about when I do this?" he asked before setting his hands on either side of Earle's neck and pulling him into a passionate, wild, romantic movie-esque kiss. he pressed his body tightly to Earle's, the kiss hot and, at least for him, easily addictive. After a minute, he pulled away, separating them once again. "How does that mean you feel?" asked Aldrich, not wanting to have to go and make out with an unconscious woman.
Earle didn't know what to expect when his neck was grabbed, but a kiss was far from anything he could guess. His eyes widened and he let out a muffled sound of surprise. Then, something strange happened. He felt a spark. Maybe it was because of the moment, maybe there was some other factor in play here, but he felt sparks. When he closed his eyes he could see them, and when he kissed back he felt more bubble in his stomach. It was like when he kissed Heinrich for the first time. Maybe even better. Was Aldrich...? Earle stopping thinking. His hands grabbed the already bare hips, his calloused thumbs feeling the smooth, pale skin. Before he knew it, Aldrich broke the kiss. But the king wasn't done. He allowed the host to get his sentence out before leaning in for another kiss, returning the passion Aldrich had dealt him earlier.
Aldrich barely had time to breathe before he was pulled back into another kiss, this one far more surprisingly that he could've expected it to be. Part of him had been hoping that he was wrong, that this wasn't real, that he was reading things incorrectly, but the sparks behind his closed lids and the weakening of his knees was enough to convince him - there was definitely something going on between himself and Earle. His hands fell to the king's broad shoulders, gripping tightly as the sloppy, passionate kiss deepened further, himself greatly unwilling to end the kiss again. Before the sheet could slip to the ground, Aldrich pressed his body tightly against the king's once again, the friction between their hips being only thing holding the very thing sheet that separated Earle's clothed body from his bare one.
What was this? What were these hot flames eating away at his body? These sparks twisting and churning his insides? No, he knew these feelings. He felt them for years - centuries. He didn't want to admit it - part of him still doesn't - but this is... Earle pressed into the kiss, snaking his tongue out and sliding into Aldrich's first chance it got. His muscles instinctively flexed when he felt the hands against them. With a guttural growl he grabbed the sheet desperately clinging to Aldrich's waist and ripped it away from him, leaving him exposed before the king. It was a sight he wasn't used to, but he was far from displeased. He wrapped his arms around the thin man's waist and carried him towards the bed. His dark blue eyes flickered to the bed, where the woman slept peacefully. One arm reluctantly left to wave away the woman. Magic fog shot out and swallowed her up, vanishing in the blink of an eye. He couldn't focus on where to send her. There was a hotel he remembered passing by to get here, he'd send her there.
Aldrich made a noise as he was lifted, feeling himself carried towards somewhere. What was this? He was far too old to be treated like this, like he was about to... to... Wait, what exactly was Earle planning? They were just supposed to kiss, to get this out of their systems, but it seemed as though neither of them were going to be able to stop now. Summoning his remaining senses seconds after Mary's sleeping body disappeared, the man managed to pull out of the maddeningly passionate kiss to breathlessly whisper against the king's lips. "What are you going to do?" he asked, the air of the room chilling his hot body that was now completely exposed. His hands clung to Earle's shoulders, as if he were afraid that he'd fall if he let go. After all, his knees were so weak now that they were practically useless.
"Isn't it obvious?" muttered Earle against Aldrich's lips. "You've gone and gotten me like this, so now you have to fix this." he growled. For emphasis he pressed his crotch to Aldrich's hips, forcing him to feel the pitched tent. Even he didn't expect to feel like this so soon. Earle set Aldrich on the bed with surprising gentleness. He kept one hand on Aldrich's waist, the other going to the back of his knee and pulling it up against his waist.
He suppressed the shiver that ran throughout his body when he felt that hard member against his body, breathing shallowly and swallowing hard. He was unable to speak, both too shocked and too filled with anticipation. Allowing his leg to be manipulated, Aldrich gazed up at Earle as he was laid down, eyes searching the king for a glimmer of realization as to what he was doing. Seeing no regret, he licked his lips and spoke. "I won't hold back if you won't," he muttered, raising his hips just enough to rub his sensitive, exposed erection against the king's, his fingers digging into Earle's shoulders.
After about two hours Earle sat up on the bed, his back pressed against the cooling wood of the frame, one knee pulled up with his forearm resting over it. The only sheet capable of covering up his modesty was still on the floor, yet a pillow somehow found its way there. The demon he made a deal with was generous, giving him a nice and strong body and, well, something else that was nice and strong. He never paid enough attention to his body to notice the tribal tattoos at the left side of his back. He still didn't care as much, there was another body he liked more.
The proud businessman lay on the bed, his head on the king's lap and his body as exposed as it was when their fun began. He still breathed a little heavily, his stamina not what it used to be, but he'd held his own throughout their fun, making sure to give as good as he got. His lips were swollen from Earle's frantic kiss, his throat sore from an action that he wasn't that used to anymore, and his hips felt like they were on fire, but he wouldn't have changed a single thing. Aldrich remained silent for a few minutes, then pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked at the man beside him. "What're we supposed to do now?" he asked, voice a little hoarse from all of his crying out in the middle of passion. It wasn't like they could just go back to being friends, and Aldrich was fairly certain that he was far too old to be in a merely sexual relationship.
Earle stayed silent for a moment. What indeed was next? He had always dreamt of what to do next with Heinrich. Heinrich. Did he still love him? No, of course he did. Nearly four centuries of loving one person couldn't vanish instantly because of a couple steamy hours, even with someone he knew was what Fate chose next. How ironic. When they first met it was for Earle to get help from his new true love with his former true love. "I'm not used to being in a relationship." he said after some time, his dark blue eyes flickering to the side to see Aldrich. "I've had countless lovers, but not someone I actually strove to spend time with. I don't know how it works, but... I'm willing to try, if you are?"
