: 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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[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.

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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.

[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.

[rhimineecat]

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.

[blackradley]

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.

[blackradley]

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?

[blackradley]

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.

[rhimineecat]

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?"

[blackradley]

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.

[rhimineecat]

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.

[blackradley]

If there was anything that typified Alec, it was curiousity. And he was certain of this, certain of the weight in his hand, of the glimmer in those beautiful silver eyes; and the curses-- they brought him quite a bit of joy, enough that he leaned down and then swiped his tongue around it, pulling the head into his mouth to give it a long drawn out such, still exploratory.

And that tongue was hot and wet within equally hot and wet mouth.

Though he did not dare take the cock in any further, he did not want to inelegantly choke on it on his first attempt, he did run his tongue all over it, making sure that it was suitably lathed in the most slow and tortuous way-- not that he would know how much torture it was for Seregil.

The other man liked it, that was good enough for him. Once the cock fell from his mouth, he released it and then he pressed open mouthed kisses against the underside and downward, inhaling the scent of musk that was masculine in nature.

[rhimineecat]

If there was anything that typified Alec, it was that he would be the death of Seregil at each and every turn one way or another. Seregil was, however, not complaining, at all. He was, however, trying not to embarrass himself and come in ninety seconds just because those sweet, perfect lips were wrapped around him and treating his dick like a particularly interesting candied treat.

He managed, barely, to hang on to his self control and thereby his dignity. But if this was Alec's first uncertain time with another man, Seregil realized that he was going to be in very, very big trouble before long. He couldn't be surprised at that. The blond had mastered near everything he'd put in front of him in record time. Even the slow start at sword lessons was not Alec's failing as student so much as Seregil being a lousy teacher. The moment he'd handed him over to the Cavishes, Alec had come back perfectly capable with a blade.

Loosening his grip in Alec's hair through a concerted effort, he heard himself moaning softly. "I... am not sure I will need to teach you much of anything at this rate." Alec clearly had a natural talent.

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Precocious, that was Alec.

He licked his lower lip and looked to Seregil for affirmation, when he received it he gave a look that was both wry and full of chagrin. "Well, I am glad I pass muster and it's.." he had no words to describe it and he had no real talent for bardic, so he allowed the dot dot dot to bridge as much of what he wanted to say as possible.

"I think I will need a bit more teaching and guidance, I mean this is not something that I can ask well.. Micum to teach me about." he said with a tug of his lower lip. "I was only doing this because it felt good when done to me so I wondered if maybe it would feel good to you too. I'm glad I was right."

He ran a few fingers through his strands of gold and then gave Seregil a very soft stroke to punctuate that.

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Dangerously precocious. Seregil had clearly met his match and then some in Alec, in nearly every arena that they had come to and likely many more yet to be discovered. He wanted to discover them all, wanted to move through this world with Alec at his side.

He also wanted to ruin him sexually right here and right now, so that he could see about chasing the memories of that girl in the Street of Lights -- though he was certain she'd been perfectly lovely, and bore her no ill will, he just wanted to be Alec's wholly and completely.

But it was something he certainly noted, that Alec enjoyed having his dick sucked, which really, worked perfectly since Seregil was quite eager to have his lips wrapped around his lover's cock at the first opportunity.

And also, just to be clear. "While Micum clearly is doing something right given the fact that he and Kari can't seem to stop having children, please don't ask him for lessons in love making. I'd greatly prefer to have the privilege of providing you with that education."

His. His Alec. And yes, he had a bit of guilt lingering in hopes that Alec did not feel duty bound to him by all they had been through, that he hadn't somehow unintentionally tricked the half-faie into liking him. Yes, it was his own usual issues and fears disguised as something new. He was nothing if not consistent.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips down along Alec cheek, down to catch beneath his chin, urging it up. "What else did you like when it was done to you, tali?"

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"Well there is much that I liked, I liked it when I was stroked like this." and then he very carefully stroked Seregil with a certain type of exploratory eagerness, then as his head was drawn upward, he wasted no time in glancing up at Seregil as if this was the most natural in the world to take lessons as they talked. "Though there was no real exploration, I think that for the most part I did things that I was comfortable with."

Such as penetration, that had been easily managed and had felt pleasant. Then there was the kisses that he had also liked. "I also liked it when my chest was kissed.. that was very nice and made my toes curl a bit?"

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Another groan as Alec went and played show and tell. All right, okay, Seregil had set himself up for that one. He could admit that much. That precocious, eager hand was bringing him closer and closer to unraveling, especially when he went and made the mistake of tumbling into those sky blue eyes -- not for the first time and not fort he last.

"Like that, ah yes. I can see how that would be... ah something..."

Yeah no he wasn't going to manage a complete thought there at all right now. Instead he just brushed his thumb down along Alec's jaw, lips parted around softly quickened breaths, quiet sounds of encouragement. "Oh yes? Your pretty girl appreciated the gift to the world that your chest is?" Because Alec couldn't possibly be talking about, like, ten minutes ago or anything.

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"Actually, you touching my chest helped me discover that I liked that." He said with a sheepish smile even as he turned his head to brush his tongue against that thumb that grazed his skin. "I had no idea that could be sensitive for men and yet here I am." And he was proof, remembered the delicious way his prick had responded to that, with keen interest.

"I am learning more about myself by the moment." His teeth then lightly scraped against the pad of thumb, tasting salt and also soap.

And still he stroked, using slow measured steps and enjoyed the sighs that Seregil's mouth formed, happy to give him pleasure-- whatever Seregils past did not matter, it was them now and only them.

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"Oh. Well, I like that idea even better." He would very much be thrilled to help Alec discover many more things that he liked. Well, if he survived long enough, because the sudden attention to his hand with that damnably talented mouth was giving.

"Shall we see what else we can discover about you together? Because I have this... ah..." Hang on, it was really hard to keep up the usual string of charm and flirting up to his usual skill level when Alec's hand was still stroking at his cock, arousal flushed and hot and aching, a steady beading of precome at the tip. "...this delicious idea of charting your body like an unexplored land, until I know each and every secret intimately with the tips of my fingers." He'd still try though.

"Will you settle back for me, tali? Against the bolsters?"

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Alec was amiable, therefore at the request-- he scooted up on the bed and then leaned back therefore baring himself for Seregil's eyes. there was that tell-tale flush but otherwise he tucked his hand behind his head which only highlighted the breadth of his body, lean and slender but with the corded grace of a young stag.

"I would not want to deprive you of ah.. exploration." oh no, he was turning a pleasant shade of red at the thought. Suddenly now that the focus was on him, he managed to find himself at a loss for words and with his tongue pleasantly tied. "I trust you." and that was the truest thing that he ever did speak; words could not convey just how much he was willing to lay his everything in Seregil's hands.

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Alec, he of few words all of which were always so earnest and heartfelt, went and destroyed Seregil's heart with the words he chose now. Trust was such a precious thing, and a dangerous thing to give to someone so freely, but here was Alec placing it into his hands. Seregil would guard it carefully, would rather die before betraying that trust -- in this intimate setting or in any other way.

He took a steadying breath, letting his gaze rake over the sight in front of him, Alec in his bed, naked and aroused and stretched out so exquisitely Seregil wished he were artist enough to capture it on canvas. But what artist possibly could? A brief cast of his eyes skyward and a silent prayer of thanks to Illior for whatever strings of fate had been spun and woven to bring this beautiful creature into being and then into his life and now into his bed.

"You are a vision, you know. I can't think of a lovelier sight I have ever seen than you, right now, in my bed."

But looking was all well and good, but Seregil wanted to do so much more than look. He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Alec until he was looking over him, dark hair falling in a curtain about them as he leaned in to steal a kiss from those lips. "I love you. I think I would like to get used to saying that."