: Hanahaki - Guess I'll Just Die :

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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.

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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.

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It would be their bed at the end of this, though this was every bit a beginning, not an end. It was the start of something that Seregil was still trying to wrap his head around being real and true, that he was allowed to not only want this but have it. His fingers curled around Alec's, watching as his soon to be lover stood and then moved closer.

A soft, low gasp as Alec pressed against him, the way their bodies fit together. Then Seregil was melting into that kiss to give the other man everything he asked for with those wordless requests. His free hand slipped beneath that open tunic to set against Alec's side, sliding around to the small of his back, holding him closer. Like this, Alec would feel the clear evidence of Seregil's desire too, hard and aching and pressed against him as Seregil clung close.

Alec was right of course. Seregil had brought no lover to this place, to his bed here. And after this there'd be no other lover in any bed he may lay in except for his beautiful archer.

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Even in his desire, he was solemn-- and yet still there was that passion that was all heat and woodlands, sun dappling through leaves to warm the ground below; his fingers against the tunic of Seregil's and then he was tugging at fabric as well while they allowed themselves to give themselves fully to this moment.

Nothing else mattered but Seregil's lips, and all the words that fell from them previously-- as if he could lap at them like a cool pool from which he'd knelt to quench his thirst.

"Tali.." Alec breathed against lips, against the taste of them as their foreheads thunked together, and he felt only a little dumb with the desire that pulsed and raced through him, felt the evidence so clearly like a mirrored image. "Now.. need you." he breathed softly, his brain moving into instinct while his fingers curled in hair and he took a deep sustaining breath. "Show me..?"

How it could be when two people loved each other and trusted each other, the only type that Alec wanted.

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Seregil began guiding them towards his room, towards his bed, not having the strength to break from those lips, instead moving blindly through the space. He knew it well, after all, the layout of their home here. And his body knew the choreography of this overwhelming passion as well. It was an ancient, timeless dance, hands on bodies, searching for more, for contact.

He stopped when he finally made it to beside his bed, smiling and breathless as that forehead came to rest against his own. "Yes, oh yes, happily. Anything and everything you want, tali. All I have to give, all of me."

Stepping back just enough, his hands moved to slide that tunic from his shoulders, letting fabric flutter to the floor. "Beautiful..." he murmured, hands moving for Alec's trousers then, nimble fingers making quick work of unfastening laces, of drawing them and the smallclothes beneath down from his hips to let gravity take them the rest of the way, leaving Alec bared before him. It was not the first time he'd seen him naked, but those other times they had not been lovers, had not been swept up with desire and need.

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Alec bit his lower lip as he watched Seregil undress him; cotton tunic slithered to floor and then the strings of his own trousers, fabric pushed down on hips. It was easy to ignore the fact that Seregil was able to see all of his body now, especially when he had his own task to pursue-- Seregil's own chest revealed and it was beautiful, all of the aurenfaie was impossibly perfect.

His fingers slid against the smooth plane of it, following his lips against the curve of his lover's neck where he scraped his teeth lightly; he was dizzy and hot in this moment-- drawn on by a combination of lust and love. Even more vital this was something he had chosen for himself, and there had been no coercion or even a gentle nudge.

There was something freeing in that.

He drew his mouth away so that he could step out of his breeches and then he sat on the edge of the bed as he looked up at Seregil. "Is this alright?" He inquired as his gaze drifted downward and he was given a rather nice eyeful of Seregil clad in his own pants, and he reached up to work at the lacings.

This was not soft like he was used to, but he rather liked the angles that made the aurenfaie this beautiful contradictions.

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Seregil murmured a soft, pleasured sigh at the touch along his chest, the lips at his skin. His breath caught at the scrape of teeth and he let his head fall to the side to give Alec all the access he liked, encouragement and eagerness in every sound, every way that his body reacted to Alec's touch. Seregil was overly expressive in this area as well as most others of his life.

He watched Alec sit on his bed -- and wasn't that a dream made flesh and blood in front of him -- and stepped closer. Fingers sank into soft blond hair, brushing it back from his face. "More than all right. I want you to do whatever you wish." And then, because it was obvious that it was also what Seregil himself wished. "Please?"

Was that his voice sounding so breathless, so overcome already when it had been little more than kisses and relatively innocent touches traded between them?

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He remembered something that the grey-eyed girl had done to him, something he had found quite pleasurable-- wondering if Seregil would like it as well? His fingers made slow but concentrated work of the laces and then he slowly slipped fabric over Seregil's hips.

Mouth went dry for a moment-- faltering before his eyes slid back up to his Tali, and then came the smallclothes which he also pulled over hips, until finally Seregil sprang free.

Gingerly he took Seregil in hand and memorized the ridges, the throbbing feel of him within palm, he did not stroke him just yet, rather getting used to the weight of him.. the presence of a far different shaft than the one that he was used to.

His thumb did run over the slitted head, watching the bead of precome disappear before another bubbled up to take its place. Honestly, he rarely gave himself the luxury of touch but here he was holding another like so and awash in the quiet wonder if.

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There was quite literally nothing that Alec could do, so long as he was touching him, that Seregil would not find pleasurable at this point. He was so utterly far gone for him that Alec could smack him, and he'd consider it spicy foreplay. Though really, he would certainly prefer this gentle, exploratory touch that had him nearly choking on the groan in its rush to tumble from his lips.

His fingers, still buried in that pretty blond hair curled, trying not to pull but certainly holding on for dear life. Seregil tried to keep still, to hold back from rocking into that touch. He failed, mind you, hips rolling towards Alec as if with a mind of their own.

"Alec..." a soft voicing of his name, perhaps embarrassingly needy. Seregil was the more experienced of the two of them, but here he was just a few shades off of eager, overcome virgin with how Alec had him feeling. "Enjoying yourself?"

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The check-in was very much appreciated, and he found that while this was all new.. it was not unpleasant in the slightest even as he agonizingly took his time with his fingertips running along ridges. "I don't really touch myself." he said this calmly, "There has been too much to do, so I suppose it is nice to be able to touch you.. like this." there was an almost shy wonderment about it.

"I would like to compare, sometime." he then very slowly leaned down and brought his mouth; this was what Eirual's girl had done, and so now he very tentatively did it to Seregil, as he licked at the droplet bead of precome gathered there at the slit.

Salty, but not unpleasant either. It was like sweat, but there was a bit of something green about it too.. natural, and then he allowed the flat of his tongue to bathe the cockhead. A hum against flesh, and then backwards to see how Seregil liked it.

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Somehow, even if perhaps he should have seen it coming, Seregil as not expecting Alec 'still uncertain if I'm attracted to men' of not actually Ivywell to go and lick at his cock. The sound that came from the Aurenfaie struck a note that was far too carnal to have ever made it into any of his bardic performances. This was for Alec's ears only it would seem.

He let loose a string of very emphatic curses in Aurenfaie that trailed off as he caught his breath back to himself. It was far from the first time he'd had someone's mouth on his prick, but it being Alec made it very different.

It took him a moment to circle back to what the other man had said. "Oh tali... we will have to make up for your self neglect then." And Seregil was more than happy to play comparisons any time he liked.