: 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]

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.

[rhimineecat]

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?"

[rhimineecat]

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.

[rhimineecat]

"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?"

[blackradley]

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."

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Such warm delight shone in those eyes, and he found himself rather happy to succumb to this, perhaps with a bit more enthusiasm than he thought he would-- but there was something about those grey eyes drinking him in that had his prick twitching even more so, just underneath his small clothes that had not yet been truly removed.

But if Seregil had any doubt he would find moisture staining the front by way of precome from Alec, and the Shaft himself took a huffed breath and just watched Seregil, the appreciative eyes doing much to curl around him.

"I've never felt as attractive like this before." He had to admit that the girl had made him feel nice but also there was a transaction to it-- not like here where this was chosen and with no coins passed back and forth. "I don't know how I'll ever get used to it."

Chances are, Alec would not and he knew it.

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"You shouldn't get used to it. If I'm doing my job right, you should feel more desired and more cherished than you know what to do with every day, every night, even when you have driven me to the point of tearing hair out with that headstrong, stubborn heroic streak." Because that was part of what Seregil desired about him, how Alec refused to back down when he had something he believed to be the right thing, how he could pierce through Seregil's own (admittedly masterful) bullshit as sure as one of Alec's arrows loosed from his bow.

Another lingering kiss before Seregil shifted downward. "Now. Where were we? Just about here?" His lips brushed against the center of Alec's chest where he'd last properly paid worship on the sofa. Yes that seemed right, which meant that it only made sense that his mouth wander slowly over to find a nipple, to graze his tongue over the little nub before wrapping his lips around it.

His hands would not remain idle either, sliding down his side, down to catch at the material of his underthings and begin easing them off his hips.

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"Illior's Light!" Alec hissed as mouth, wet and silky found his nipple and tongued him, sensitivity like plucked lyre strings running up and down his body. Immediately his hands went to move into locks of dark brown and fuck but he fisted his hands in such silk-- Seregil would play him like an instrument, he knew this now-- and he felt like an onze more of seed quickened in his balls with that pulse.

This bed play from Seregil would be the death of him, and he could not find it to be shy about it. A keening awareness because he desired Seregil, and loved him..and damn it he was right, this would make him insatiable and Seregil would have to bear the consequences.

"Have a care, Tali... you will have to deal constantly with my awakening." This is clearly a threat as undulated like waves, rippled in response to Seregil's tongue.

And his clothed prick stiff underneath, surly pressed against his chest where he was positoned.

[rhimineecat]

Seregil was inordinately pleased at that reaction, at each new sound, each new plea, each shift of his body beneath his touch. All of it was music to his ears, a new favorite song that they were writing together moment by moment. So he lingered quite deliberately at his nipple, before shifting to make certain the other didn't feel neglected or let out. Fairness and equity in all things.

He lifted his gaze as Alec spoke though, a slow, unabashedly wicked smile on his lips. A tilt of his head as he murmured. "Is that meant to be a threat? Because it sounds like a marvelous consequence."

Alec had not yet been fully introduced to Seregil's libido, after all. And oh yes, he could feel the press of that cock against him, the way that he was so hard and insistent. It was dizzying how much Seregil needed him.

Finally he moved to lean back, so he could pull that last piece of clothing down and off, setting his love's poor, neglected arousal free, greedy fingers immediately moving to run up along the shaft, humming a soft, pleased sound.

[blackradley]

It was a threat, it was a threat because once he'd tasted Seregil-- he'd crave alone time. He was never one who was extroverted though he could do well enough on his own, and the novelty people felt upon talking to someone who always wanted to know was something that amused. But right now he was thinking of being alone with Seregil.. constantly.

Especially when the mouth against his nipple felt like liquid fire swirling around him.

Their faie heritage would work together quite nicely.

The moment that Seregil took him in hand and Alec both hardened and melted even further into the bed; bucking his hips upward into that palm while his head pressed back into the pillow-- the angle that he was achieving could only be done by a body that was truly lithe, and his was though there was corded strength amidst. Fuck, he was panting under his breath.

"Seregil.. Tali.. oh Illior...."

[rhimineecat]

Oh, this was not even remotely fair. Seregil had taken a number of lovers throughout the years, some casual encounters in the Street of Lights, some more lasting and driven by affection, male and female both. None of them undid him so fully as Alec, as simply watching him in his pleasure.

Teeth pressed hard to his lower lip to focus himself. "That's it... such sweet singing for me..."

The sweetest song. Seregil would happily spend hours touching and teasing the blond, see just how far he could work him up, how much of a mess he could make of him, what it would take to have him pleading for release. But teasing could wait. Their first time, well, this he simply wanted to be perfect, to bring him to heights that no one else ever had. Ever could.

His fingers curled around Alec's prick slowly thumb running slowly up the under side of his shaft, up and along the ridge, over the slitted head, slow but deliberate. "You can let go, Tali... this won't end after only one release." Seregil had rather ambitious plans, and enough confidence to expect he could accomplish them.

[blackradley]

Truth was that the Faie needed very little recovery period between the next bout, Alec had learned that the somewhat hard way that he could've gone on and on, but it was of course respect for his sole one partner (he did not truly count that first time, it was a hazy mess at best and left a bitter taste of coercion in his mouth) and so as he pumped into that palm, his blue eyes darkened considerably and he was only thrashing a little bit while he looked up at Seregil, at the way that the Aurenfaie was undoing him in such impossibly delicious ways.

"Oh.." so, here was Seregil catering to his slowly discovered healthy libido, one that Seregil would find himself off-tanking many a times.

And so he allowed himself to fuck into that hand, slow and measured because he as cautiously understanding the feel of fingers against his prick, the thumb on the underside just against a vein. "You are.. something to be enjoyed, Tali..." in between rough gasps.

[rhimineecat]

They would be insufferable for the foreseeable future no doubt. They may have been a stag and an otter in their inner nature, but they would be channeling the fuck-like-bunnies energy until they got it out of their systems. Which might be never.

Seregil watched with undisguised hunger in his gaze as Alec's hips rolled towards his hand, like he was considering how best to devour the blond, piece by piece. "So are you, something to be savored. And I do intend to do exactly that."

Now and always. His wrist gave a slight twist now as he stroked him, faster, meeting the way that Alec fucked himself into his hand, wanting to see what he looked like when he came, when pleasure overtook him and plunged him over the edge.

[blackradley]

They may indeed never get it out of their system, always searching for privacy.. a place where they could twine like the symbol of forever, until it felt like they were the Talimenos bond in seriousness, unable to be extricated. Because of living among people for so long, it was easier to adopt that at a sooner age than most Faie did. And he felt it pull at him though he did not know precisely what it meant, just that it meant.

The pace quickened and he knew that he would not last, the clever wrist working him as it worked the glistening precome into flesh. This was not the curiosity of someone who'd not touched a prick before.. but someone who knew what to do to drive someone to madness.

"You are...." but he could not form the words because his mind was going so very stupid with desire-- much like a stag did during mating season.

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Seregil found himself so swept up just in the sight of Alec like this, coming undone. So often the blond was the staid and stoic between the two of them, cool still water that lay quiet and placid but hid depths and dangers and strength that ran infinitely deep. To see him like this, that self control frayed, need and lust writ obvious in his expression, in the angles and shapes his body took as he moved, chasing pleasure.

"Illior's eyes, you are even more lovely like this than I imagined." And oh he had imagined, albeit guiltily, in his weaker moments. He'd never intended to ask Alec for this, for more than the friendship which the other had given so freely, and that had changed Seregil's existence so much for the better that he wondered if Alec began to understand the extent.

His hand continued to work over him, and he had planned to bring him off this way, so he could watch the way ecstasy played out on those much beloved features. Yet here he was, and his own self control had frayed, and he'd never been terribly good at denying himself when there was no true reason for it.

So without another word, he leaned in, hand still stroking over that shaft, but he with no small amount of eagerness, wrapped his lips around Alec's cock.

[blackradley]

Alec i Amasa wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Certainly it felt like it the moment Seregil leaned over and took his cock in mouth, and oh gods his fingers clenched in hair, in anything that he could find purchase in as Seregil took it upon himself to make himself the best lover that Alec had ever had (which was actually a company of three (him included) and so he sank down further into the bedcovers while he felt the conjoined efforts of Seregil's hand and mouth working him over.

It felt different, this time. It felt free and natural, there was nothing stilted in it-- no expectations that he was worried he would not meet, because he trusted the Aurenfaie, knew that Seregil would have his best interests at heart.

And clearly in other ways too.

Alec all but melted into that hot mouth, trying to lean up to see but he was unable to and perhaps it was just because he was still trying to figure out where to put his limbs which was a touching sort of awkwardness. "Yeah Tali, this is going to make me..." this would absolutely further the cause to get Alec to turn into a ruined mess on Seregil's bed.

[rhimineecat]

Alec i Amasa was not allowed, under any circumstances, to die regardless of what paradise might await his bright young soul. Seregil would not stand for it, not for several centuries from now when they'd both finally old and gray and weathered by time. And even then, he understood himself a selfish enough man to hope that he went first.

Now was not the time for thoughts of death. Well, little deaths maybe, but those were very different, and very much on the agenda.

He moaned around Alec, at the first taste of him this way, intimate and carnal, salt and skin and that faint bitterness that struck his tongue the same way a particularly dry wine would -- though much more dangerously intoxicating. Seregil's cheeks hollowed around him and he rather insistently tongued along sensitive flesh.

His gaze flickered upwards to Alec at the sound of that sweet voice. Even with his mouth very occupied, it was clear in silver eyes that he was smirking quite smugly, and he gave a very deliberate suck as if entreating Alex to let go, to spill himself for Seregil.

[blackradley]

There was something about those silver eyes, glimmering like a cat's that sent him over the edge.

He had been ultimately destined not to last long, of course he wouldn't not with Seregil looking at him like so, he spasmed and every single iota of seed managed to loose itself inside that mouth. He gripped the shoulders and arched himself while his hips pumped shallowly, he was nearly sobbing with the pleasure of it, with Seregil getting an amazing view of his neck as he pressed his head back against the pillow, his legs shifting and his toes curling into sheets.

The amount was large and very thick, perhaps because he did not know how to spend most of his seed aside from the very few times he had.

Panting, gasping, as if he had just completed a mile-long run-- and with the remanants of his load, gods knew where it went as Alec had blacked out in that point of orgasm that shivered through him like a prayer made flesh. He swallowed thickly, his voice a bit wobbly

[rhimineecat]

Ah there he was. Seregil watched as closely as he could from his current vantage point as Alec found his climax, the way that lean body arched like a bow pulled taut, like the weapon Alec himself favored. Illior's light, there was something entirely divine in the other man. And yes, perhaps there was a small sliver of blasphemy in there, but Seregil was a fool in love, so maybe he could be forgiven for that.

He swallowed quickly around him, surprised yes by the amount of spend that he found spilling from his lover, but Seregil's mouth was a talented thing in several ways (if he did say so himself, which he indeed did say, when asked, or when he had a chance to offer the information unprompted) so he managed to weather the torrent.

Drawing slowly off his length, Seregil glanced down at him, not moving far from where he was, his hand still soothing over his prick, the now saliva and come slick skin. His tongue flickered out to sweep the small trail of seed that had slipped free, chasing the taste of this beautiful creature that he loved and who against all odds -- and against all good sense, of which Alec was normally possessed of so much -- loved him in return.

"Are you still with me, tali?" A teasing lilt in his tenor voice, like he was halfway into a song with the speaking.

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"Mmmmm?" he responded, he was never one for excess words; everything that he spoke generally had a rhyme or reason about it, however for right now he was a bit dumb and that was the orgasm that had made him so. Though he was quick enough to reach for Seregil's arm so that he could tug him up on the bed so that they could lay together.

"I will be better when you are close."

This was truth, he desired intimacy and closeness and Seregil had promised him that. But he did bite down a bit of jealousy at how good Seregil was at sucking his prick-- but wisely he was not going to say anything because well, that would be counterproductive and would waste the time that they had.

Seregil was here right now, wasn't he. That was the treasure and the gift.

[rhimineecat]

Ah well, there was perhaps the sweetest thing that Seregil could have hoped to hear. There was not a single ounce of resistance in him as Alec tugged him closer. He was all too happy to shift up along that delightfully sated body and settle in beside him, tucked quite close to him, letting one of his legs drape over Alec's, soft and tender. Maybe a little possessive.

"Yes, this is better." Alec was right. His hand came to rest against the blond's chest, fingers playing over his skin, tracing some imaginary script there.

Somewhere between smug and self satisfied and maybe surprisingly tentative. "You liked it?"

It wasn't that he doubted his talents as a lover. At all. But then, this had been an exploration of Alec's desire, and if it could stir for another man the way it did for a woman. And Seregil wanted to be sure, to know for certain he wasn't reaching for more than his beloved wanted to give.

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"I did..." Alec said, attempting to get his head on straight. Woefully hard though because it appeared he was easily distracted by Seregil's touch that ran light raindrops against his chest; yes-- very distracted by that. He sighed contentedly and then chanced a peek up at Seregil, and caught the tentative look there.

Very little of the cockiness.

That was how Alec knew that it was serious, the emotions that played over Seregil's features.

"Though I think that maybe I should not like it with others.." he was attempting to find his words. Something in his instincts told him as much, that this man was special. His instincts were rarely wrong when it came down to it.