: Hanahaki - Guess I'll Just Die :

[blackradley]

It was truth that Alec was not as restless as Seregil was; their little place on Half Moon Street was well lived in, though the treads in the carpet were not from Alec, not even remotely. Alec could be content to just sit in a wing chair and read, in dreaming-- in moving through books and ideas all of the ways that the world had not opened up for him before his first meeting with Seregil.

Though he did miss Seregil's presence, the chaos in the other side of the room; in all of his soliloquys and ramblings, his plotting and scheming.

The rain pattered outside, and Ruetha had found a good thing in his calmness. Her goal of comfort was to spend days in Alec's lap, and then cuddle in with Seregil at night and he supposed, as he scritched just behind her ears, that it must be a very sweet deal indeed. Thankfully she allowed him just enough time to turn the page before he returned back to his ministrations.

A lock of blonde hair fell in his eyes, those blue eyes that managed to convey so many emotions-- both wonder as well as stubbornness; but this time calm. Occasionally he would have to let out a cough which he covered with his hand-- not precisely noticing the petal that disguised itself within his palm before it fell casually and wedged within the couch cushions where one would find a veritable sea of them hidden underneath.

He thought about getting up to go search Seregil out, though he thought perhaps the other man did not want to be disturbed. Tried not to think about if Seregil was at the Avenue of Lights, perhaps in the arms of his green eyed boy. No, best not to think about that, he'd only be setting himself up for a long train of thought that he was not prepared to board.

So he sat there, whiling away the moments.

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[blackradley]

No, Alec rather thought that Seregil couldn't help it-- he was ultimately Seregil and that came with dramatics and a certain showmanship that was inherently Seregil's and he would not have traded it in for anything within this world; really Alec just laughed and it was such a pure sound bourne on the wings of mirth.

"Am I to be eaten with a fork then?" he said with a soft amused hum that only hitched a little bit when he felt the scrape of teeth which was not unwelcome at all. Maybe Seregil would note a little bit of wiggling underneath him that ended with a very subtle roll that was certainly not attempting to get Seregil off of him.

"I can't have you starving." and Alec would see that he did not, not in any way-- starting here and starting now, keeping him fed in heart and also perhaps in body though he was still attempting to wrap his head around it. "So my education does continue..." and he meant of course in this. "You will not be able to hang up the mantle of teacher yet."

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Seregil lifted his head to look down at Alec with a thoughtful hum, as if appraising the feast spread before him. "No, my beautiful one. You're the sort of delicacy that ought to be savored with hands and mouth alone," he informed him with a smile that was nearly as feline as the epithet he used as cover in his more clandestine affairs.

The wiggling was certainly not lost on him, nor that subtle arch against him. Small signs, first steps.

At the mention of education, he laughed. "You've proven a very capable student time and again. I imagine this will be no different." Alec was quick and clever and constantly surprising Seregil in the most wonderful ways.

[blackradley]

Oh no, those words continued to maintain that dawn glow about him, the flush rising high in a way that he was not sure that he would ever get used to. It was those words, those stupid dumb and highly evocative words that did it to him. Turning something impractical into something that was laced with sentiment and sensuality.

His tongue danced over his lower lip and his breathing continued to huff out as he made an attempt at a laugh.

"I am not sure if this is even fair." he murmured those with those blue eyes sparkling, he had never been properly romanced but then he had always taken a very sensible to approach to almost everything, so this.. Seregil was what he needed at this point in time. Even though he did not precisely know it, Seregil was the balance that he so desperately needed in his life. Someone to remind him that life was not all about duty and seriousness.

[rhimineecat]

They were good for each other, ballast and counterweight in such a way that both of them were kept steady and surer for the other's presence. Seregil wasn't entirely certain what his thoughts were on fate -- one too many prophecies these days seemed intent on making his life difficult -- but he was certain that encountering Alec half a world away in a sad, cold little cell was fate indeed, and the kindest fate had been ever been to him.

Seregil had always enjoyed seeing that charming blush in Alec's face, and he found he liked it even more knowing he was the one who put it there in this moment. "It's not meant to be fair," Seregil assured him, his own eyes alight with joy and a perhaps familiar hint of mischief.

"That can be lesson one," Seregil announced, in a tone that suggested Alec probably ought to be taking notes because there would be a quiz.

[blackradley]

The consensus at this moment that Alec would be taking notes if in fact he wasn't being draped upon, though he was watching his partner in crime in that earnest way that was the counterpoint to Seregil's method acting. He did reach up though and then slowly allowed his fingertips to graze against Seregil's cheek in the very first touch that was an experiment in loverlike softness.

Just the backs of fingertips against smoothness, could see the curve of teasing lips, the sparkle of grey eyes that shone like diamonds.

"You will find me a very eager student, though I hope that I do not embarrass you." and Alec made no pretense that this would be anything that he was comfortable with, or that he wouldn't mess up here and there because this was not within skillset.

[rhimineecat]

This was true, the draping was an impediment to note taking, but Seregil was extremely disinclined to allow much space between them, lest this turn out to be some intensely pleasant dream that would disappear if he looked away for even a moment. His eyes fluttered before settling half shut as he turned into that touch, light as it was. Yes, he could get used to that.

"You couldn't possibly," he murmured quietly. Because really, as long as Alec was himself, did what felt right to him, Seregil was certain they'd figure it out. More than that, he was quite certain that the process of figuring it out would be exceptionally enjoyable, even if it were clumsy or awkward at times.

He'd had lovers who were, for lack of a better word, professionals at their craft, but he'd trade all of that for a single slightly fumbling touch from Alec.

"But promise me one thing? If you are not comfortable, if I ever go too fast or too far, you will tell me." And Seregil would stop.

[blackradley]

That nobility was something that he had expected, the sweetness of knowing that Seregil would respect him and whatever it was that he felt. Alec had already promised himself that if he did not enjoy it, he would not keep the other man from getting what he needed, but judging by the queer feeling of breathless anticipation that was even now coursing through him, that maybe that would not be the case.

"I will promise you that, and in return I promise to keep a very open mind." the world is probably not ready for a very resolute Alec, but here he was and ready to learn. He'd noticed that Seregil liked touches and strokes, had noticed that he was very affectionate and in turn Alec had learned that from him. So, well he knew that there was hope for himself.

"Also as long as you are patient with my questions." and in true Alec-like principle, he would ask a great many of them.

[rhimineecat]

"That's all I can ask, Tali." An open mind. Not the questions. He did fully expect the questions, given that he'd known Alec and there was no end to the other's need to learn, but more than that, to understand, fully, to the deepest core of a thing.

He was right though. Seregil was indeed a physically affectionate thing, enjoyed closeness with friends, with lovers. Given the option, he'd quite happily sleep every night tucked within the warmth that Alec radiated, child of the winters and the woods that he was.

"I've learned to find your incessant questions very endearing," Seregil informed him with an amused lilt in his voice. "I will be as patient as you need, I promise."

His hand slipped up to wrap about Alec's wrist where those fingertips had brushed his cheek, holding gently as he turned to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, watching Alec's face with silver-gray eyes, intense and focused entirely on the blond. "I'd very much like to kiss you again. May I?"

[blackradley]

"Yes, I would like that Tali." he said with a smile, the way that the skin just underneath managed to evince a soft shiver at the touch of lips against the pulse of his wrist. He knew he had not had this much finesse when he had, but he was watching and he was learning and perhaps he would do gestures, if there were to be a quiz on this later that was.

"I do like kissing, and especially you." which was high praise indeed; the mouth to mouth contact and the warmth of the body over him well what was there not to love. Especially on a cold and rainy night when outside everything was only a bit horrible.

He rested his head back and then his eyes fluttered close, lips parted as he waited for the kiss that the Aurenfaie had promised him.

[rhimineecat]

Seregil smiled right back, like it was the only thing that he could when Alec smiled at him that way. He nearly purred at that and especially you, because fuck everything, he could admit that he wanted to be something, someone, special to the blond.

Father. Brother. Friend. Lover.

And Alec was his everything.

He leaned up, and took a moment to take in the sight in front of him, the way Alec looked like some vision from a bardic tale, a beautiful prince waiting to be awoken by true love's kiss. Seregil would've laughed at himself for such a fanciful thought, but he was too busy being breathlessly in love. So instead he brushed his lips delicately against Alec's, just a brief sip of him before a more substantial press of lips to lips, slow but growing with need, with intensity each moment.

[blackradley]

Despite it all, Alec did crave affection and he craved it from Seregil.

So as those lips rained down upon his, with the sweetest kiss that turned insistant.. he allowed it to carry him, to part his lips, his tongue diving out to brush against lower lip, to capture the sweetness of skin in such a charmingly exploratory way. HIs lack of experience, well he'd allowed himself to be guided all times-- but he'd only vaguely paid attention to it-- now he was all feeling his way through it.

Because this was his path forward, and he wanted to learn. To be the best lover that Seregil could hope for, wanted to write his presence there, learn to do that so that Seregil never had needed for another. And that was spoken by that dark part of him that wanted the other man only for himself.

[rhimineecat]

Seregil was quite happy to take his time with this, to let the kiss linger, to build slowly because oh it was building. He murmured a soft, pleased sound to Alec's mouth as the other began kissing him back. Charming indeed, and he wanted to encourage that, to let Alec know that this exploration was oh so very welcome.

The taste of those lips was intoxicating, and Seregil knew without a single doubt that no wine would ever come close, would ever be enough to satisfy him.

He shifted his weight to one arm, and the other went trailing down along his chest, slowly down his side, fingers catching on the fabric of the tunic that kept him from touching that warm skin.

[blackradley]

The touch against his chest caused a much sharper gasp, the sensitivity there was perhaps a little bit keener, and Seregil would have the ability to taste that gasp from such an innocuous touch, but here was Alec responding to it; and he was terribly responsive despite both his inexperience and his bodily shyness.

But then he wanted it, despite the fact that they both knew how very reluctant he was to become unclothed. So he decided to let Seregil know that he was open the only way he knew how, and that was by unbuttoning the first two buttons of his own tunic, just the top two.. just enough to reveal collarbone as well as the top of chest.

This was not normal for him, of course he wasn't. Mr. I button my collar to the top all day every day, unlike Seregil's three undone was the norm. They could not have been more different and yet that suited the both of them; bright as the sun yet as calm as the moon, as radiant as the moon but as confident as the sun.

Together they slotted into each other perfectly.

[rhimineecat]

Seregil smiled against Alec's lips at the sound of that gasp. Oh but that was something delicious was what that was. He felt Alec move and realized a moment later what he was doing and oh.

Illior help him. Today was clearly full of gifts. And Seregil was not about to turn this one away. His hand skimmed back up that chest until he could brush fingertips along that temptingly bared skin, tracing the shape of his collarbone, down until he caught at the next button, still buttoned. He slowly eased it undone, slow so that Alec could stop him if he wanted to.

He wanted to touch him so dearly that his fingers were near to trembling with that desire, that anticipation.

[blackradley]

There was a sacred holiness about this, reverence in Seregil's touch as he slowly revealed more of his body, the skin that was soft and pale underneath the fabric, though with a hint of flush from his penchant to blush. And watching Seregil take to this task with none of that bravado that he had come to know the other man for.

It was a new side to Seregil, and one that Alec had found himself charmed by. He would have given the aurenfaie the world about now, would have given it so that Seregil could hold it in the palm of his hand.

A huff but he made no move to stop his partner, instead whispered out a sweet endearment. "Tali, I am certain that I want to try this, with you.. I have never been so certain of anything in my life than this, of you." he leaned upward to press his mouth to jawline, to press a soft open-mouthed kiss against skin while his Tali started to unclothe him.

[rhimineecat]

Seregil had already begun helping himself to the next button and then the next, baring more and more of the other to his touch, hand splayed against warm skin -- warmed further by that sweet flush.

He shut his eyes for just a moment at the sound of Alec's voice, letting himself soak in those words. He moaned a soft sound as those lips brushed along his jaw. He turned towards him, his own lips brushing over Alec's cheek softly. "I want you so... so very much, Tali. More than I have words for. I want to make you feel better than anyone else has, until you can't think of anything else but me."

Seregil shifted then -- ignoring the rather put out mew from Ruetha as she leapt off realizing that this was apparently more of a moment meant for two. She'd demand to be showered in attention later as recompense -- and pressed a kiss to the hollow of Alec's throat, along that collar bone, down and along that rather lovely chest.

"I want to show you how good this can be, when you are with someone you love... and who loves you beyond all reason or possibility."

[blackradley]

Oh no, those words had been explicitly designed to make him both ache and throb in equal turns, lips parted as Seregil started to press his lips to his chest, reverently as if his entire goal was to worship-- this had Alec seeing heat and feeling desire in one fell swoop that went rather low, threading across his hips and making him far interested in these very proceedings.

Was it love that made all the difference? He had seen how smitten Kari and Micum were, and the fact that they had many children to show for it-- and while childbearing was not the purpose, he knew the pleasure aspect.

"Please show me, tali... show me, I love you and I ah, I want this."

He manages to arch his back up like a bow, like he was set to be loosed like an arrow.. they were in their own world and while instinct was to cover himself, he fought it because he wanted Seregil to know him, to percieve him.

"I can't think of anyone but you, its impossible." Seregil had become his center, his gravity, his center of the moon and the stars he shot for.

[rhimineecat]

The way that Alec was reacting to him, to touch and words, it was everything Seregil could have dreamed of, and he wanted more, wanted to see how sweetly he could make the blond come apart for him. It was worship at its simplest and purest form, really, that was certainly his goal, to pay homage and make devotions to every inch of skin, to make of his body a sacred place and lay himself upon that altar.

His hand slid beneath and along that arched back, under the tunic that had fallen loose, entirely unbuttoned now. "I love you too... my beautiful Alec." His. Seregil recognized it as a possessive thought, but all of him was Alec's in return, so perhaps there was some fairness to it. Though when had love ever made claim to fairness?

Another kiss pressed to his chest, just to left of center, above his heart. It went to his head and his heart, Alec saying these sweet words that he'd longed to hear. One hand worked its way down over that taut stomach, down to where trousers clung to slim hips, tracing the waistband, fingertips slipping just beneath where they could brush at that trail of blond hair that led very much to a destination that Seregil had in mind. "Good, tali. Only think of me. My heart is too full of you to beat for anyone else. Do you know what you do to me?"

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"No, I don't." and that was the truth, Alec did not know what he did to Seregil, it was hard to comprehend because honestly the aurenfaie man was capable of so much outward chaos that it was anyone's guess. But he'd like to think that he went to Seregil's head even a little bit. He tried to remember the way that Seregil had acted with his favored companion, the one who looked like him.

So of course he spoke the first honest thing that came to his mind.

"I'd like to think that I could make you happy." what a sweet and charming response even as he allowed for a soft groan at the press of kisses against his chest, of the hands that seemed to be everywhere and yet nowhere that actually could cool whatever this flush working through him. And his head tilted to the side on the pillow as if he was attempting to bear the onslaught of Seregil's personal exploration of him.

And at this moment he could not muster that shyness, not when Seregil's palm was warm and promised something that would've been unthinkable to him but a scant few years ago.

[rhimineecat]

So it seemed that Alec was intent on shattering his heart to pieces with such sweet words, and Seregil knew he'd never recover. He didn't want to recover from this, wanted to spend the rest of forever in this tumble of falling in love with him.

"You make me happier than I knew I could be, Tali." For all that Seregil wielded words as deftly as a blade, all silver-tongue and charm, these words were spoken with aching sincerity, and earnestness that wove through each syllable. He pressed another kiss to his chest before lifting his head so he could look at those handsome features, the way Alec was so caught up and flushed for him. "When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home." And wasn't that a miracle in and of itself, for the exile, the wanderer that he was.

His lips slowly curled into a smile and murmured, softer now. "You twist me up, Tali, make it impossible to think of anything else but you, how much I desire you." His hand teased still, fingers moving over the front of Alec's trousers now, a feather-light touch over fabric, tracing the shape of the other man's prick, curious if Alec was half as aroused as he knew he himself was.

[blackradley]

Alec was very much aroused, certainly twitching with interest against the fabric that separated it from a firmer touch; it was painfully teasing but it felt good-- and while it had taken a bit to work up previously, certainly it had only come into being with firm ministrations directly to dick-- but now just mere kisses had worked him into this state, the mouth against chest and Seregil's whispered endearments caused him to squirm with desire.

It hopped against Seregil's palm, true testament that he was absolutely enjoying it in more ways then he felt capable of voicing.

Instead he gasped and looked nearly ruined by touch alone, and how it seemed that Seregil was not done yet, intent on all but murdering him with slow fire desire. Those blue yes subsumed by the touches and his hand moving to curl in locks of Seregil's dark hair. "Tell me.. how I affect you? He wanted to hear poetry from Seregil's lips, wanted to know the thoughts whirling in quicksilver mind.

[rhimineecat]

It was a revelation so far as Seregil could tell, to know that Alec was affected by this, to feel how hard he was for him, that Alec did want this, did want him. He bit back only half the soft sound of pleasure that wanted to burst from his own lips, moving to press his palm more firmly against that arousal, fingers molding against him through his trousers, kneading gently.

He lifted his head into the touch through his hair.

"You undo me," his voice was a low purr. "You flow through my veins and set all of me to burning for you, like it will consume me from the inside out if I cannot have you. I want to learn every inch of your body, by touch and by taste. I need to know how prettily you'll sing for me as you lose yourself."

Another quiet hum. "Let me take you to my bed? We'll have more room there..." And his sheets would smell like Alec, and he very much wanted that, thanks.

[blackradley]

Alec had no tongue for poetry, his was actions which spoke far louder than any words could. And perhaps the rawness in those eyes that showed how sincere he was, nearly quivering with it. Oh, it would be impossible to keep the longing from those eyes, for he had not learned to hide yet, hide the way there Seregil's touch, the finger stroking through his hair, the caress of thumb against the back of his neck.

All those gestures that had been precursors to this very moment.

And yes, he wanted to be taken to Seregil's bed-- and he was never more certain of it. The sweetness of Seregil's words coating him like warm honey, drip sunlight and starlight all over his senses. And then he nodded, somewhat mutely and in assent.

Right now Seregil had formed as all that he desired and more, the north star of his longings and he felt his throat go tight. "Please..."

[rhimineecat]

As if Seregil could possibly deny that please. The single syllable struck through him like some invisible wave, washing over him and tumbling him over and over in it, lost in this ocean of desire, of Alec, where up and down didn't mean anything, where the only fixed point was the blond main before him. Reluctantly but assured that it was only a temporary pause, he drew his hands away, and he slipped to his feet on shaky legs.

He held a hand out towards him. "Come with me, tali."

His eyes drank in the sight before him, his beautiful Alec looking flushed and wanting, tunic open, clothes rumpled, desire radiating from him. And those blue eyes that he'd still not found the full depths of, looking half dazed with need. He swallowed against the sudden tightness in his throat.

[blackradley]

He would've gone anywhere as long as Seregil offered his hand to guide him, and so he took up that hand and moved up from the couch; his shirt hung open and revealed slender form of his half hazadreilfaie heritage but also the slight definition of muscle from a dogged insistance of pushing his training to the limits

His tongue danced against his lower lip even as he pressed in closer, body to body and then he searched out Seregil's mouth, open and greedy in a way that showed his desire. No, Alec would never use words to communicate unless he could find the right ones, but he would use actions because they were simple and uncomplicated.

He knew he would go to Seregil's bed eager, he also knew that when he emmerged from it, it would be theirs.

Also he had a feeling that Seregil's bed, the one here would've seen no lover but him, instinct-- and that filled him with a possessive sort of exultation that it was a sanctuary he was only allowed entrance.