[It wasn't his fault that he was touching as much as he was, not with how nice Clive was to look at. The younger man was probably one of the most beautiful men he had ever laid eyes on, and the armour and clothing left very little to the imagination except for how to remove it. It was those blue eyes that drew him in the most of course, and with their foreheads pressed together as they were again, he could peer beyond the sweep of Clive's hair into those eyes.
He wanted to see that hunger again, the feel validated in experiencing something similar. The need for restrain being a constant daily or even hourly battle. Someone to understand what it was to experience without having to verbalize the grating discomfort that came with it.
Yet he was denied this time with Clive's eyes closing, and the blissful expression more than made up for the lost opportunity. Instead, his lips caressed against Clive's, the tip of his tongue tracing the the plumpness of the lower lip before tracing that line between them. Then he sealed their mouths briefly together again as his fingers slid over firm muscle and smooth skin hidden by the material of Clive's shirt.
For his part, he pressed his chest to Clive's clothed hands, amused by the armour even if he understood why it was there. They had just come from a battle after all. He moved to roll them on their sides so they could partake in touching each other and so he wasn't having bottles of booze dig into his back as much. He sighed as warm leather touched his skin, his eyes half closing in response; his body had changed since his arrival in Etraya and a return to old form when he was twenty years younger.
He glanced down at the gloves and snorted in amusement.]
Don't you think it would be faster to get to the monastery than take those off? They look complicated.
[Yet, no one would deny that he wasn't willing to put in the effort. He withdrew his hand from under Clive's shirt and stroked over the bracers, feeling for a seam or buckle so he could work it open, expecting that to be the easier way. He leaned in, kissing Clive's scar again, sliding his lips over the smooth skin as he made slow progress on the bracers to - hopefully - free up at least one of Clive's hands from that glove.]
[Back at the battle, Vander's voice had pulled him in. Husky and with an accent Clive had never really heard before. It was intriguing and, frankly, wonderful to listen to. He was tall and handsome, the grey in his beard charming, but what really did Clive in were his eyes. Grey eyes the color of an oncoming storm, searching and knowing. He knew he was doomed the second Vander leaned down to stare into his eyes. That spark there, that reflection of something he knew so well, the thing he had to constantly push against. He knew it in his bones that he would have this man one way or another and, well, he had been correct.
The feeling of Vander's lips, soft and warm, pulled forth another contented sigh. An irrational part of his brain wonders if they could kiss forever. He would be fine dying from asphyxiation as long as it was because he had these lips on his. When Vander's tongue traced along the seam of his lips, they parted just a fraction, enough to feel Vander's tongue almost against the tip of his own. And then they were kissing in earnest and Clive slid his tongue against Vander's moving to explore the wet warmth of the other man's mouth.]
I can't wait that long. I have been wanting to touch your skin since you first touched mine.
[Clive kisses Vander again, slow but short. He lifts the hand facing the sky and turns it so Vander can see the inner side where the buckles were. He slung his currently free hand over Vander's shoulder and shifted so the other man could have easier access to the scar.
Something tightens in his chest at that. This part of his face had never been beautiful, worthy of being kissed and lavished with the affection it has been tonight. First a sign of being subhuman, then a lasting reminder of that. But this scar had also been his power, his proof that he overcame hardship. But it had never, never, been beautiful. But it felt beautiful now.
The second one hand was freed from the contraption that was Clive's armor, he brought his warm bare hand to Vander's cheek and pulled him into a kiss. He tried to pour what he was feeling into it. Longing, but also gratitude, a budding affection he hadn't expected. A sense of relief. He slid the hand from Vander's cheek into his hair, cradling the back of Vander's head so he couldn't pull away from this kiss. Not yet. He needed Vander to know.]
[It was a teasing dig at the pair of them. Normally they were patient men, and here they were laying around in the grass kissing and touching each other like the world beyond this spot had no bearing on them at all. He supposed the virtue of their making it this far in the first place was admirable and a fact they should both be proud of, especially when considering how they had scampered to the trees to avoid detection in case they couldn't wait.
They could also probably be observed from the walls of the monastery, especially if anyone had a spyglass in hand. They were making no secret of their infatuation with one another, and if anything, the taste of Clive on his tongue, the scent of the man invading his brain and the feel of that lithe muscled body against his own was a draw he could not deny. He was acting like a twenty-year-old again, and there was no shame in that invigorating feeling.
Their kisses were slow and methodical, like a deconstruction of their patience. It paired well with his first teasing accusation as he worked off Clive's bracer and with it - eventually - the glove that had apparently been such a hinderance for the younger man. Clive's skin tasted different than his mouth, yet it was warm and tantalizing, the scar smooth and faintly worshipped.
He leaned his face into that bare hand, still feeling hot from the layer of leather from before. He expected the newest kiss to be like the others, but it wasn't. He sensed the difference immediately and he was helpless not to have a hand shoot up to curl his fingers into the silky hair at the back of Clive's head in return, twisting the locks between his fingers at the intensity of their lips.
Suddenly that ember in his belly reignited as it had been on the hilltop, and he drank in the emotion, let it nest between his ribs and stay there as his heart rate rose in response. He pushed forward, bodily forcing his way in so he could roll Clive back down in the grass, never refusing the hand holding his head close for the continued heat of their mouths against each other. A low growling sound of affection crawled from his throat and the hand not in Clive's hair dove back under the side of that tight shirt so he could lightly stroke skin then dig blunt nails in as he was so close to nibbling on Clive's lips, an acknowledgement he felt it and replied in kind.
By Janna's tits, who the hell was this man to awaken this hot wanton desire in him?]
For you? [Clive whispers out against Vander's lips.] Very.
[Right now, nothing could stop him from kissing this man. Clive tried to remember a time where he wanted someone this viscerally, this deeply, and couldn't pull up anything that matched. Something that was close, yes. But that thought was washed away. The only thing his mind and body wanted to focus on right now was the man underneath him. The man who lit a fire in him so hot that he couldn't keep his hands to himself, couldn't wait to have his mouth on him or have that done for him in return.
Feeling the hard plains of Vander's body, those muscles so recently flexed, defined under the touch of a gloved hand. He could wait for the second glove. He knew he would get to touch Vander's skin with all of him, every last inch of his body. For now, the one hand and these addicting lips would suit very nicely. Vander's hands on him, in his hair, over his body, oh it was so much, but in the most wonderful way.
Clive gladly allowed himself to be shifted, to be covered by this monolith of a man. He shuddered bodily against Vander, the sound of his growl shooting straight through him and receiving an airy moan in response.
Fuck. Fuck, he wanted this man so badly it was difficult to understand. His mind was in a fog of the most beautiful kind. Slowly, languidly, Clive rolled his hips up against Vander's, showing him his renewed vigor. The friction ripped a low moan out of Clive, louder than he thought it would be. Both desperately and reluctantly, Clive paused their kiss. He did not, however, pull away.]
Vander... [He punctuated the man's name by rolling his hips again.]
Careful, you're walking down the lane of making me feel like I have special powers with you...
[Reasonably, they should be just lazing around in the grass with little pecks and touches, not this inferno of desperation to taste and touch each other. He remembered well this kind of fumbling in his early days of discovery, the snorting laughs and stubborn buckles. It was now transformed with a maturity of experience, yet the sensation still ran scorching along his veins. Was this about the whole fire elemental thing that Clive had mastery over?
No, it was something deeper. It was confirmed to him each time their lips found each other, the pillaging of one another's mouths as they gripped each other mutually. Liquid hunger crawled up his spine as their hips knocked together, clearly a purposeful gesture by Clive who was squirming and moving like a man on a mission but also not sure what to objective to satisfy first.
The sound his name falling out of those kiss swollen lips brought a confident and charming smile to his lips, feeling that tongue tease. He was the first to draw his face back, dropping it so he could kiss his way down Clive's neck, tasting that scar yet this time not stopping. He moved further down the V of that shirt - or vest or whatever it was called - until he was kissing and licking skin between those muscular pectoral muscles. Were those freckles he saw too?]
I'm not taking you out here, Clive, as much fun as that would be. [His reasonable tone belayed the his own rising impatience as his nerves were fraying. He stared up the length of Clive's body, his gray eyes darkened with lust.] The closest I'll do for you is pressed against the monastery wall... You game?
[It was probably best to ravage each other in the monastery, but he actually wasn't confident either of them would make it that far.]
[Which made absolutely no sense. But a lot of things didn't make sense right now. His heart thumping in his chest, his breaths coming out faster than he expected them to for just laying in the grass and kissing. He ran his fingers up to the hair tie holding Vander's hair in his bun and gently pulls it out, watching as the hair cascaded down to frame the older man's face. Clive runs his fingers through the newly freed length, marveling at the smooth and soft texture, occasionally broken up by the firmer flow of areas that had started greying.
That smile made Clive's heart stutter. He moved forward to kiss the corner of it, relish in the feel of it, skin and confidence. He let his head drop back down to the grass and turned his head, giving Vander full access to his neck and clear invitation to kiss more, lick more. He moaned quietly at Vander's ministrations, hand continuing to stroke through Vander's hair.]
Hmm. [Clive is quiet for a moment, mind flashing through every time he was taken or took someone against a wall or a rock or an alleyway. No. No, he didn't want that. He was tired of that being what he got.]
[It was nonsense. Vander had no power over Clive and vice versa, yet he did not deny that their reactions to each other was far more extreme than he would normally experience. He felt like a tinder box about to explode if those blue eyes stared into his much longer or if he felt those lips seeking out his own. It did not appear that he was the only one affected this way either, and yet, their journey to the monastery was painfully far away.
He nodded his head, licking a line up Clive'e chest to the hollow of the younger man's throat. Then he purposefully blew cooler air from his mouth over the wet skin to test the boundaries of Clive's restraint even as he was once again having to disentangle himself from the younger man at the same time Clive propped up.
He rose to his feet, hair caressing his shoulders now that it was free of the bun and he shoved it back from falling into his face. His trousers were back to tenting, which forced him to make a show of adjusting himself so that he actually retained the ability to walk the rest of the way to their final destination.
Vander offered Clive a hand up so that they could actually start walking again.]
Your room, it is. You're carrying your bracer otherwise you might become too handsy and we won't make it to the destination. Come on. [He did move to slide an arm around Clive's waist.]
[Clive took a couple of slow, deep breaths. They were almost there. They could make it to his bedroom and then start the annoying process of getting all of his armor off, but at least that they could play around with. Clive wouldn't have to worry about not being able to control himself. He could just let go and not worry about if they were going to make it somewhere private or if someone was going to find them.
Clive groaned at the feeling of Vander's tongue dragging up his skin, but when the cold air washed over him Clive gasped and his back arched just a little, chasing the feeling. He fell back down, a blush spreading from the tips of his ears across his face. What was... what was that? Clive sat up. That was something to be examined for later. But right now, Clive watched Vander adjust himself with hooded eyes, lips parting just a little to expose Clive's tongue slowly licking along his upper teeth. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.
He took Vander's hand. They needed to get back to the room.]
Fair enough.
[Clive glanced up at Vander and slid his hand into the older man's and started pulling again. He made a beeline to the outer wall, pushing open a person sized door next to the gate and going in. Clive navigated the grounds expertly, taking every little shortcut he knew of before he got to his room. Vander could get a tour later if he wanted but right now they needed to both be naked. Clive opened the door and yanked them both inside.]
[Vander smirked at the reaction from Clive, making a mental note that the younger man had clearly not experienced a wide variety of stimulation types all at once. This was providing to be an exciting prospect for him who knew many tricks and techniques learned over the years, and that reaction had his mind spinning with the possibilities.
It was probably one of the few reasons he managed the rest of the walk to the massive castle that was apparently a monastery. He was tantalized by the swing of Clive's natural gait, and he expected that cape was both to hide and accentuate that walk. Somehow - Janna only knew how - they did make it without another incident.
He followed Clive in through the maze of doors and hallways and stair cases, trying to recall the direction that they had come from, but he found himself distracted with anticipation. His fingers laced briefly in Clive's in a urgent gesture for them to find a place or else his patience may just snap at any single moment and they would make use of wherever he could shove the younger man into. He had supplies, so anywhere would do.
There was an audible sigh of relief once he was pulled into a room, kicking the door shut behind him. He shouldered off his pack and let it drop to the floor in the same motion that he reached out to grab Clive about the waist and slam the younger man back against the door so he could crowd in with his larger body and kiss like Clive was the sole source of air that he could breathe.
First things first: laces. His fingers moved to open that top before rising to work the buckle holding on the pauldrons. The way that Clive had said that he needed Vander desperately rang in his head like a bell toll.]
[Two things helped Clive make it to his room and not just drag Vander into one of the many unused rooms between the entrance and his bedroom. But none of those rooms really had anything comfortable in them and they were either covered in dust cloths or stuffy. The second thing that kept him there was the feeling of Vander's hand in his. The promise of those hands taking him apart somewhere they couldn't be interrupted. When Vander twined their fingers, Clive gave them a squeeze.]
Almost there.
[He voice was tense in anticipation, just as impatient as Vander. The sigh that Vander let out when they finally reached Clive's room made him smile. It was oddly cute. It was also very reassuring to know for certain that he wasn't the only one still feeling this way. He tossed the piece of armor and glove he had been carrying unceremoniously onto his desk. He made a note to clean everything perfectly as an apology to the memory of his father, but he needed all of this off and out of the way ASAP.
Clive had barely finished tossing the glove when Vander was grabbing him and slamming him against the door. Clive immediately arched up against him, opening himself up to drown in that kiss. His heart thumped in his chest, the excitement of being completely enveloped by someone else, the desperation in the way that their lips slotted together, the way their tongues explored each other. Clive wrapped an arm over Vander's shoulder, leaving the other one down so he could continue to unbuckle and remove.
The cool air that touched his skin once his vest was entirely unlaced made him shiver. He couldn't take it. Using the door as source of resistance and the arm over Vander's shoulder as a lever, he pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Vander's waist and pressed into him, moaning into the kiss. Loudly.]
[Vander knew they were supposed to be taking their time, supposed to be exploring all the little spaces and gaining greater knowledge of their likes and dislikes. But were they? No. Much like the hilltop then in the trees before the game trail then lounging the grass and now here in this room he had barely even allowed a cursory look around for. This wasn't like him, not at all. He was the one in control, but like that itch to partake in Shimmer, to feel powerful and vindicated, that hunger was aimed at this younger man he had pinned to the door.
The buckle was free and he slid that cape off of shoulders and pauldrons, letting it fall to the floor and pool against the door he was pressing Clive to. There were more straps to contend with now that the cape was off, his fingers searching by feel for them so that he didn't have to break their heated kiss. More buckles were opened and whatever happened to fall off was no longer his problem.
He growled out a groan when Clive decided to be a monkey and clamber onto his waist, which was very distracting from his mission of stripping. At least his clothing was straight forward. He took a break from the daunting other glove with its bracer and whatever that other piece of armor was on the upper arm so he could smooth his hands over Clive's abs and sides through the now open vest.
He slammed Clive back against the door, and if anyone was on the other side, they likely would have a good idea what was occurring inside. His hands finally dropped for an easy target: sword belt. That was simple and easy to fling off.]
Why is your clothing so complicated? [He groused more in frustration between their kisses. Maybe he should slow down and take a breath. He would not.]
[Vander's desperation was feeding Clive's own. He needed Vander's skin on his, those beautiful hands working him open, his mouth somewhere, anywhere, didn't matter where. Clive needed to taste him, to feel him both inside and out. Maybe taking time was off the table this time, but Clive made the decision right there, definitively, that this would not be the only time he had this man. Based on how Vander worked at his clothes, how he was kissing him like if he stopped he would drown, he didn't think the other man would object.
It was a bit amusing feeling Vander fuss with his armor, trying to get it all off. Clive probably could have helped make it a little easier, but he was going to bask in the desperation Vander was showing for a bit longer. A heat, proud and strong, filled him. Clive slid his eyes open just a touch to watch Vander's face as they kissed, as the other man contended with buckle after belt after clasp.
And then Vander's hands were on him again. The callouses of rough skin dragging against the soft skin of his sides and abdomen. He shivered under the touch, relishing the delicious pull. He answered in a kind of his own, rolling his hips down to press himself against Vander's hardening cock. If how it felt was any indication, Vander was huge. Clive felt his own cock twitch in interest and moaned.
And then he was being slammed back against the door. Clive let his head fall back, panting. Okay. It was time to have mercy on both of them. Clive got to work on his other bracer, making quick work of it. Then he pulled himself up farther on Vander, reaching down to undo buckles on the armor on his legs, also letting it all fall to the ground without much care of where it landed. He had reached about all he could from his vantage point, upper body free, half of his leg armor off.
So back into Vander's hair Clive's hands went. What he wanted to do about the rest of his leg armor, Clive would let Vander decide. Right now he needed to taste the other man's skin. Clive leaned down pressing wet and sloppy kisses down the column of Vander's neck. Making his way back up, he paused as that little patch of skin behind Vander's ear that just kept teasing him before licking it, slotting his mouth over it, and sucking.]
[It took Clive long enough to have some pity on him when it came to how this armour and clothing was attached to the younger man's body. He was working at the upper half, though his efforts did actually increase in productivity when their mouths weren't locked together like they were battling to hurt each other's tonsils.
He bowed his head, forcing himself to breath so that he could concentrate and removed more of Clive's armor, so he was unpackaging the younger man. Odds and bobs of armour he wouldn't even know the name off fell away and his hands stroked and explored, shoving Clive's vest further open and running his thumbs over dusty nipples and dragging his blunt nails down the rise and fall of abs. His hands were working hands, callouses from mining, smuggling and brawling all layered in harder skin, and the rasp of those callouses over Clive's smooth abdomen thrilled him.
Yet, he turned his head as hands pushed into his shoulder-length hair, examining what was left of Clive's leg armour. He moved to feel for connection points, opening the armour and letting them fall to join the rather impressive pile at their feet. And they were only now only seeming to be able to make work on actual clothing.
He shivered at the feel of Clive's wet eager mouth on his neck, rumbling a pleasured growl in response and his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. His hands moved to pull at the laces of Clive's tight trousers, pulling and loosening them before he stilled as he felt the younger man's mouth seal over his skin and began to mark him.
He should tell him no, should dislodge that greedy little mouth, distract Clive to something else. Instead, he let it happen, even encouraging by sliding his hands over the swell of Clive's hips and then down to grip the younger man's ass as he pressed Clive against the door again.]
...a little early to be making a claim, don't you think? Maybe I'm a dead fish in bed. [His voice was deeper, wrecked with anticipation and kissing.] Put your legs down. It's time to lose the vest and pants, handsome.
[Clive made a mental note to not wear his armor the next time he saw Vander. Or the next time they planned to meet up. Something easier to remove would be best. But then again, all of these buckles had forced them to slow down a little bit. Clive's hunger wasn't any less burning, ravenous, but he felt a little less like he would climb out of his own skin if Vander wasn't all over him all at once.
The further Vander shoved open his vest, the more skin on skin contact he got, the harsher the breaths tearing themselves from Clive got. It shouldn't feel this good, just being touched. They were barely doing anything, just wrapped around each other, kissing, grinding a bit, but this was the best Clive had felt with another person in, well, probably ever. Behind the haze of his lust and desire, part of his mind, the insidious little voice that he tamped down so frequently, whispered to him how little he deserved this.
But then Vander's thumbs were brushing over his nipples and arousal shot through him like an arrow. He arched into the contact, moaning. Fuck. Had his nipples ever been this sensitive before? Had any part of his body?
Feeling Vander's hands slide down to his hips as Clive left his reminder, a little piece of his desire, for Vander to touch, to see, later, only made Clive want to suck more marks into the other man's skin. And then his ass was in Vander's hands again, and his back was slammed back against the door and Clive's hips reflexively rutted forward and-
handsome.
Clive's breath caught in his chest. He let his legs slide down to the floor and looked up at Vander. He could feel his own heartbeat in his throat. Clive leaned up and pressed his lips to Vander's again, one arm coming down from over his shoulder to slide under the hem of Vander's shirt, fingers tracing along Vander's hip.
handsome.
Clive slid his hand along Vander's pantline to find the closures there and start popping them open deftly with one hand. His kiss to Vander this time was slower but no less passionate. Each slot of their lips brought another pressing touch, a finger sliding under his pant line, his hand moving to lay flat against his abdomen, sliding up to his chest, tracing the line of his pec before brushing a ghost of a touch over a nipple.
handsome.
He realized he should respond and broke off his kiss.]
You could be a dead fish and that mark would still be worth the trip here.
[The roughness of Clive's voice matched Vander's the want just as deep. Clive let his hands slide away and leaned back against the door. Clive felt his skin prickle as the air touched what bare skin it could find, at what he saw when he looked Vander in those captivating eyes.]
[Under normal circumstances, Vander would appreciate the challenge of unpacking a lover, discovering how the clothing and armour worked and removing it little by little. Every detail studied, tasted, and enjoyed, and while that should be true, it was not. The armour was a hinderance and a bother, trapping Clive away from him. Even once most of it was removed, his fingers picked and pushed at the remaining pieces until there was none left, only cloth and those boots.
Despite the disappearance of armour, Clive's reactions to touch and mouth were enough to tantalize him, churn the fire running their course along his nerves. His breath caught in his throat at the arching of Clive's back, his fingers playing again over those nipples until they were hardened beneath the pad of his fingers.
Those long legs slipped from around his waist to settle back on the floor, but there was so much more than that. The look in those blue eyes, the microexpressions seemed to flit across Clive's face, and it took him those spare moments to narrow down the reason for there existence. After all, he knew that look even marred in pleasure, like the mask shifting slightly off kilter for just a fraction of a second. Once, twice and a third time.
He stepped into Clive's wandering hand, leaning in so his breath played over the younger man's lips. His hands pulled away long enough to unclasp the multiple locking mechanisms on his thick belt, allowing it to fall away to the floor to join all of Clive's gear. Their kiss remained intense and wanton, heated and unadultered with concerns beyond these walls.
His hips pressed forward to those questing hands, the buttons giving away with Clive's insistence. It was perhaps made easier with the bulge in his pants already straining the material and their clasps. He leaned his face in, lips finding the scar on Clive's cheek as his nose caressed the unblemished skin as those hands explored up his shirt.
For his part, his hands slid up Clive's front until he could work them over the younger man's shoulders, easing the material off and down those muscled arms. His hands followed, caressing down from biceps to elbows to forearms to wrists, the material having fallen free long before his fingers curled around the back of Clive's hands.
Their gazes met and the hunger from before was different, transformed and sharply focused. Fixated on Clive in front of him as his lips caressed that scar like a defiance to any opinion of it than his own.]
A lofty statement, handsome. [He tasted the word, let it roll of his tongue like a roughened compliment. Testing if that was the cause.] I expect you to participate and enjoy yourself as much as I plan to. Show me that hunger which escapes the restraint.
[One day, he may enjoy being unwrapped slowly by Vander. As a matter of fact, he fully intended to experience it and enjoy it, but any patience that he had developed throughout his lifetime seemed to mean nothing right now, under the gaze and touch of this man.
He watched and a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth for less than a second at how Vander's throat clenched around the sound that Clive made. And then that was chased away by more ministrations, a shiver running through Clive's whole body at the feeling of Vander's continued attention to his nipples.
Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing other than the man in front of him, the feeling of his hands on his skin, his lips, his taste, his voice. Clive's eyes fluttered closed, lashes tracing butterfly kisses across Vander's skin as he continued to show affection to a place Clive hadn't realized he needed.
He slid his hands under Vander's shirt and traced the lightest of touches along what was now a slipping pant line, paying special attention to the rise of his hipbones until Vander's hands were at his elbows, flowing down his forearms. Clive lowered his hands, relishing in the feeling of Vander's hands cradling his own. Hands he could feel were made for powerful, dangerous things, holding on so carefully.]
Vander...
[The other man's name was a whispered almost-plea to the night. How that one word seemed to be able to undo him, Clive would never understand, but his heart raced just as quickly as the first time that word fell from those devilishly perfect lips.
He should have used words to respond, been a debauched but halfway civilized person, but the growl that ripped out of him had very different plans. A flash of that electric blue danced through his irises and Clive was pushing into Vander's space again. He put his hand behind Vander's neck, pulling him forward none too gently as the other hand found the hem of his shirt, pulling it viciously and efficiently up and over to be discarded amongst everything else that littered his floor.
Vander would barely have had time to respond before Clive released his neck and surged forward, lips and tongue and teeth finding collarbone and skin and biting.
And if his teeth were a little sharper than before, nails a little longer, Clive didn't notice.]
[His hands did not stay clenched around Clive's wrists for long, aware that they were not particularly close to being done with each other. This was only foreplay, but there was something special about feeling a man come undone under his hands without ever touching down on the bed in the first place. It wasn't his first time in such a situation, yet he couldn't recall anything previous being this emotionally charged save one in Etraya. Everything else was fun and games.
He shuddered at the sound of his name falling from those tempting lips which were as kiss swollen as his own by this point. The space of skin just behind his ear where his hair now covered it burned from where Clive's lips had sucked a mark. It was discrete enough that he could hide it, yet he would know it was there, know who put it there and the circumstances in which it had occurred.
Vander stepped back so there was less opportunity for them to take a tumble from tripping over Clive's discarded armour. The younger man's growl followed him along with Clive himself and he did not put up any manner of fight as his shirt was pulled up and over his head, lifting his arms to accommodate and feeling a certain relief as the cooler air caressed his now bare skin. He paid no special attention to the inch and a half raised blackened scar on his abdomen just to the left of his belly button.
He took another step back as Clive plowed into him, and his big hands found the younger man's hips, fingers working into the hem that he had already loosened with some unlacing. He busied himself working them off those narrow hips before a deep pleasured growl tore its way out of his throat at the sudden bite and his world tilted off its axis all over again.
It was different. Teeth were sharper, punctures easier to press in, and liquid fire crawl up his spine and infected his brain, setting every nerve alight.] Clive... shit...
[That's all. His mind turned to the task of them being naked, even if he absently recalled he was moving away from his backpack now buried under layers of armour and clothing were his lube was. A few steps back to head to the bed and he was in dilemma. Go to the bed, stand like a horny fool or arrange them to go navigate the armour minefield for his prep. This certainly wasn't a situation ending with a blowjob.
Janna those teeth, those biting nails... He shuddered and his hands aggressively worked Clive's unfairly tight pants down thighs and he knew they wouldn't even slide down from the knees, that's how little space there was. Yet... one hand moved in to cup the younger man's balls, thumb sliding up the full length of Clive's desire and he turned his head to kiss Clive's crown, breathe in his scent.]
...you're going to need to sit to remove those boots. Chair or bed? [How he managed to sound any way logical was beyond him. His voice was so wrecked it was basically a growl over every word. It begged the question: could they even part long enough to do what needed to be done, or would this be a flurry of activity where their pants were trapped by boots and they just went with it this first time?]
[Unlike Vander, this was Clive's first time having something as charged as this. Everything else had been prefunctory, something that was done to help relieve oneself when their own hand wasn't quite enough. But this? Clive's body and mind sang for it, a desire so sharp and all-encompassing that Clive hadn't even known could exist, let alone be granted to him.
Clive grinned against Vander's skin when he felt the other man shudder. Oh, that was so satisfying, knowing that he could do something like that to another person, even with just a word. He wanted to feel it again, to taste Vander's skin when it prickled with desire.
Clive traced a hand down Vander's now exposed chest, letting his nails dig in just a little bit. Enough to raise red trails, but not inflame the skin. There would be time for that. Either tonight or another time, but there would be time. Something in Clive's mind wondered what it might feel like to scratch hard enough to make the other man bleed, taste that iron tang against the salt and sweat of skin. His cock twitched at the thought and Clive unconsciously bookmarked that for later.
Clive chuckled, something deep and promising. He licked against the mark that was already blooming on Vander's skin.]
Liked that, did you?
[Clive nipped at the already sensitive mark.]
Would you like more?
[Because he would like to give you more, Vander. More and more and more until he couldn't look at the man without seeing him there etched into his skin.
The moan that ripped itself from Clive's throat when he felt Vander's hand on his aching cock. He rutted his hips into that touch, once, twice and then forced himself to stop, just enjoy the feeling of that warm rough hand touching so sensitive an area. He rested his head on Vander's chest, panting and letting his scent wash over him, warm and earthy. He could get addicted to this.
Without words, Clive took Vander's hand in his own, oddly gentle considering his words and actions. A juxtaposition, an invitation. He moved backwards towards the bed and sat when he felt the gentle bump of the mattress behind his knees. He looked up at Vander, hunger and longing warring in his gaze.]
They shouldn't be as much trouble as the armor.
[Clive ran a hand down Vander's thigh, looking up at him and wondering if he would get to see the other man on his knees in front of him. He'd give Vander a moment to decide before he would yank his boots off himself. Seeing the man tower over him was also exciting. He glanced down to realize that he was pretty much eye level with the straining length of Vander's cock. He licked his lips, imagining what it might feel like to have the other man's member in his mouth, heavy and hard.]
[This was not Vander's first encounter with roughness in intimacy. Often he was chasing it in his own way and those sharp nails - when had they developed such a bite? oh well - dragged over his skin with a heat that quickened his pulse and narrowed his entire world to this room and this young man in front of him. Nothing beyond these walls mattered for the time being, not his grief, not the battle they had come together to watch, not the people who might have seen then sneak away, not his job or anything really. It was just this, and it was one of the greatest gifts Clive could provide him with just scratching and bites alone: an escape.
He wouldn't call it that consciously, but that's what this was. Perhaps because deep underneath that hunger he had seen in Clive's eyes, there was a deep sorrow and loneliness that only this kind of company could chase away even momentarily. And that was exciting, that was a drive towards pleasure because he could take the roughness and the softness in tandem.
He turned his head and tucked his chin in an attempt to view that mark that was clearly visible on his skin. It didn't weep blood yet, but it was deep and darkening. He smirked.] Mouthy little thing, aren't you? Careful, I might start to think you're going to keep me all night. [They had already discussed that. It was to tease.
He followed Clive like he was in a pleasured dream as they walked to the bed, his trousers clinging valiantly to his ass and not slipping down. His thumb stroked over Clive's knuckles from where they were clasped, affection and warmth in the gesture even as they crossed the point of finding their final destination for this part of the day would play out.]
I know. I'll take my time with you.
[He reached out and in an oddly no-nonsense manner, he shoved Clive to lay back on the bed as he leaned over the younger man so he could plant his lips at the hallow of his throat, threatening a mark of his own right where everyone would see it. He left it on the threshold, a threat without production because he kissed south, working his way down Clive's body. His thumbs found those nipples again, stroking and pinching them as his mouth kissed and licked down, down, down.
He paused at Clive's belly button, tongue-tip tracing around it before in in a mockery of the deed they would be enjoying together soon enough. His hands stroked down Clive's ribs, feeling the layers of muscle until his palms stroked over the swell of hip bones and further down. He pushed his hands into those clingy trousers, sliding them down thighs and over knees. He cupped the back of Clive's calves before he made his move to tug of one boot and pantleg then the other.
All the while, his mouth moved further south, his gray eyes stormy with lust as his teeth found a nice spot on the swell of hip to nip and suck, this time making a move to leave an action mark in reply for the one he currently bore. Then he turned his head and blew cool air over Clive's cock standing solid and proud. Boots and trousers dropped to the floor and he leaned his face closer to the younger man's cock, nuzzling it with his bearded chin.]
[Rough had been the only thing Clive had ever known until now, but this was different. This felt somehow deeper, like it meant more than just chasing an orgasm. It gave Clive a thrill he had never felt before, watching those marks redden Vander’s skin, the bite change his flesh into a mottled purple, red threatening to break the surface. Pleasure pulsed through Clive’s body, pride and hunger warring for dominance. He did that. That was his. Not Vander, he knew the man in front of him would never be his, but for tonight? He could pretend that he was Vander’s and Vander was his and that was enough. It felt good, losing himself to this man. Right now nothing else mattered.]
I think -
[Clive licked across the mark on Vander’s collarbone, debating worrying at it more. Maybe later. Right now they were both still wearing too much clothing. He would have time to taste, to lick, to bite, to devour. Another wave of pleasure shuddered through Clive, the idea of Vander over him, under him, inside of him, everywhere. All encompassing.]
That sounds like a wonderful idea. [Clive smiled, returning the tease.
The gentle caress across Clive’s knuckles made his lashes flutter. Oh, that was nice. He sighed and wanted to reach up to kiss the man again, soft and slow, but they were at the bed and Clive was being shoved back and his blood sang in a joyous chorus. When Vander kissed his throat, exerting just enough pressure to almost bruise, Clive wanted to grab him and shove him back to the spot, have him suck until it ached, but clearly the older man had other plans.
Clive watched him, eyes dark with want. The feeling of Vander’s hands across his chest, thumbs stroking in an expert way that made Clive pant. He fought back the squirm that was threatening to pull him closer to the contact. It felt so good. How could something so simple feel so good? And then Vander got to his abdomen. Clive’s gaze never left the other man, swallowing a shaky breath at the look of him, thinking of how Vander’s tongue would feel elsewhere.
The slow, gentle drag of Vander’s hands finally pulled a small tremble out of him. Feeling them run over his sensitive hips, his thighs, and then, finally, Clive was fully naked. The exposure to the cool air made him shiver the tiniest bit, but the warmth of Vander’s body quickly dissipated any lingering cold.
Somehow, Clive hand kept his hands to himself throughout this entire process. He wanted to focus on the feeling of the other man on him, but then Vander’s mouth was on the sensitive swell of his hip and oh that sting felt good. Clive lifted his hips to follow the sensation, body begging for more, hands threading into Vander’s hair. More. He wanted more. And more was clearly what Vander intended to give.
He gasped out a quiet moan at the cool hair washing over his achingly hard cock and he shivered, hands gripping Vander’s hair tightly, reflexively. Just like the air he had blown across Clive’s damp skin, this sensation ran through his entire body, lightning dancing up his spine.
He wasn’t sure when his eyes had closed, but Clive opened them again as he felt the alluring sensation of Vander nuzzling his cock, that coarse yet soft hair creating a friction that made his cock twitch with want. Clive slid one hand down to Vander’s face, tracing a dancing pattern down to his cheekbone, forgoing the beard that was currently otherwise occupied, to stroke along his neck and shoulder. The other hand, still in his hair, twisting strands gently around his fingers. The lust burning in his eyes and the gentleness of his touch a reflection of the war of desire that was being waged inside him.]
Yes. Yes please. I want it.
[Desperation edged Clive’s voice in a way that may have been embarrassing with anyone else, but with Vander it felt right.]
[Vander was shocked either of them had the patience to drag the other down with them at this point, especially with their antics stripping. It had felt like a desperation that required action as soon as possible, but he was noting that their little 'breathers' were helping to calm down the sizzle along his nerves and aligned him back in focus with the point of this sudden and loaded encounter.
And for him, he did gain considerable pleasure watching those heavy blue eyes staring, darkened with pleasure and want and hitting him like an electric charge as he worked Clive naked. And there it was, even if he did not outwardly acknowledge that finally one of them was actually naked. It felt like a significant accomplishment, and he let himself confirm by feel as his hands grasped Clive by the ankles briefly.
The hand in his long hair was yet another reminder to not cut it. He had been considering it with the heat of summer, but it seemed to a hit with so many people. And it felt good to have those skilled fingers in it, twisting the locks so thousands of pinpoints of sensation spanned his scalp and cascaded down his spine.
His eyes watched Clive in return, and he wondered if he had seen a more beautiful man in his life. He doubted it. Nudity only enhanced everything that clothing had teased at. His hands stroked up the back of Clive's calves as his chin nuzzled the head of the younger man's cock, then he was tipping his head to drag his tongue over the head, tip teasing at the slit as it had Clive's belly button previous.
Vander wrapped his lips around the head of Clive's cock, sucking as he played his tongue over it. He also raised a hand from where it was stroking the other man's legs to grasp the base to apply a little threatening pressure that he could and potentially would choke off an orgasm. More than that, the ring of his thumb and forefinger allowed him to stroke the rest of Clive's cock that wasn't currently being lavished with attention from his mouth.
He slowly dropped his mouth further, bobbing up and down shallowing so that he could build up his own performance on the matter. A different hunger was in his gaze at this point. He wanted to watch Clive come undone, to fall apart, to live those flames inside the younger man and just let go as they built and gained trust in each other at the same time.
He rumbled a growl in his throat and mouth as he bobbed in a consistent rhythm, dropping lower and lower each time as his fingers stroked up to meet his chin then back down again. The unique taste of Clive was on his tongue, pre-cum thrilling his senses.]
[The occasional little touch, a brush of a knuckle, the silken gentle drag of hair between fingers, any moments where Clive stopped to just look at the man before him, while none of them quenched his desire, the thirst to experience more, they helped to maintain a semblance of control. He didn’t want this night to be over, not so soon. A part of him longed to stay in these moments of desire, of want, forever. To bask in a feeling so fundamentally simple that he could just be. Come undone. Let go.
One of the strangest parts about all of this was that he found he could trust Vander to do this and not leave him unmoored. It made little sense. He just met the man, but he was either an extremely skilled manipulator, or his caresses of assurance, of affection, were genuine. It was those touches that told Clive he would be taken care of. Perhaps he would have the chance to reciprocate and not just with his body.
Those grey eyes, darkened with want, were captivating. He wanted to look at what Vander was doing, how he was touching him, at the promise of the other man’s lips on his cock, at the sensation of his beard brushing against sensitive skin, but he found he could not look away from those eyes. His peripheral vision scratched the itch to look at anything else for now.
Clive’s lips parted, a small release of breath as Vander’s tongue dragged over the already weeping head of his cock. His lashes fluttered but he wanted to see this, to keep watching. When he felt his member start to be sucked into Vander’s mouth, he finally broke eye contact, just for a moment. Seeing those lips wrapped around him slowly working their way down, pulled a low moan out of him. The thickness of those fingers wrapped around his base, slowly dragging up to meet the other man’s mouth.
The drag of them on dry skin, something that might otherwise be a bit uncomfortable, poured pleasure into him with each drag. The difference between the warm heat and the firm touch was overwhelming in the best way. Panting, Clive’s eyes flicked back up to meet Vander’s and what he saw there made him groan. The way he was looking at him, no one had ever looked at Clive that way before. The pleasure that was sitting heavy in his abdomen and his cock pooled out, setting every part of him on fire.
The growl Vander let out, vibrating his cock in the most delicious way, had Clive gripping his hair tighter and throwing his head back.]
Fuck!
[Clive tried desperately to keep his hips still, muscles trembling with the effort.]
Fuck. [Clive was panting louder now. He pulled his head back up, hair mussed, and looked back down at the man kneeling before him. The hand that had found it’s way to his shoulder moved back up to trace lines along Vander’s neck, that front of his throat.]
That is so good. So warm. So wet.
[Clive’s voice, when he spoke, was rough with pleasure, with want, deep and growling.]
[He made a point of meeting Clive's gaze each time those blue eyes found their way to him. Even around the cock in his mouth, the gaze caused a small charming smirk to appear on his lips as the heat in their eyes remained intense. As much as he wanted to ravage this man and making him come undone that way, this was better, the slow build. The cusses certainly was an ego stroke for him, and he did wonder at Clive's experiences up to this point.
After all, despite the hurried frenzy to reach this point from the hilltop in which they had met face-to-face for the first time, it seemed they both did wish to take their time with each other and savour the intimacy. This didn't feel like a situation where they were have one another, sleep and head off in their separate ways either. He couldn't recall a first meeting resulting in this kind of fire in his belly, and he was keen to chase it as often as he could.
The taste and smell of Clive invaded his senses, increasing each drop of his mouth further and further down the younger man's cock each bob. His tongue played over the back side and once he was bobbing to half way and beyond, he released his hand from steadying and stroking Clive's cock. His hand dropped to cup and roll the younger man's balls in his hand, thumb curving under to stroke over that sensitive skin between balls and ass.
Down further and further until all of Clive entered his mouth on each bob downwards, pushing the younger man's cock to the back of his throat after stroking it along his cheek pouch. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on head and length of that cock, dewy pre-cum coating the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat and his tongue.
Then he suddenly pulled himself free.]
You can thrust too, Clive. I can take it. Come on, let loose...
[His own voice was heavy and deep from the adventure they were undertaking. He took a moment to once again blow cooler air over the heat of the younger man's saliva wet cock before he was driving it back into his mouth. Show him everything that you were, Clive. He wants to be consumed by it and consume it in turn.]
[Each time their eyes met, Clive felt a pull in his core, something that kept dragging him to this man over and over again. It made little sense considering how close they were, how he was able to touch him as he pleased, feel his lips wrapped around his cock, his hands on his skin. Clive let his eyes close, focusing on the areas where Vander was in contact with his body and relished it. This. This is what he had been missing, what he had been looking for.
A thought occurred to Clive rather suddenly. While he had thought to himself that he didn’t want this to be the only night, he hadn’t fully felt that this would not be their only night. It wasn’t a want. It was an inevitability. He could see it in Vander’s eyes, the set of his shoulders, feel it in the fire of his own veins.
Oh, those hands. Clive shivered as Vander moved his hand to cradle his balls, tease his taint. And then his whole cock was disappearing into Vander’s mouth, his throat, a suction so tantalizing that had Clive shaking, a moan ripping out of him, loud and wanton.
Then suddenly Clive’s cock was freed to the open air, that beautiful, delicious voice filling space that had just been echoing Clive’s lewd sounds back to them. Clive tilted his head to look down at Vander before sliding his other hand into that thick hair. He nodded, not really trusting his voice before that cool air was washing over him again. He panted a small smile quirking at the side of his mouth. He was starting to love how that felt.
The temperature whiplash of having cool air wash over his aching cock to the vicious warmth of Vander’s mouth had him gripping the other man’s hair. The permission was all he needed. Clive bucked up into that wet, warm hole, meeting Vander every time his head bobbed down. He was moaning in earnest now, thrusts becoming more rapid, harder. He could feel his cock hitting the back of Vander’s throat with each thrust. He could feel that familiar pressure building in his balls, at the base of his cock.]
Vander [He gasped trying to still his hips and failing.] If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.
[Clive was torn. Let himself cum and surrender to the likely overstimulation of getting fucked hard by Vander after, or hold off and let himself orgasm in one burst still while taking Vander’s cock. Either way, he was getting fucked tonight.]
[The heat from Clive's legs caging him in was delectable, aware that they were both in a vulnerable position. That required a certain level of trust. That they had reached this point so quickly wasn't unusual where it came from, but it also wouldn't be this emotionally charged either. Back home, this would be a fling with flirtation, proposition and curiosity and none of the potent weight of them crashing together as he and Clive had. There was no offset balance of power either; he knew Clive could hurt or pleasure him similarly as he could the younger man. This connection set them apart from any seemingly random fling he had had, and he hungered for that connection with another person, especially one where he had no unearthed all their secrets or their reputation. They simple were to each other.
Depending on how the evening went and if their connection grew, Vander was confident that he would be making a return to this place, to see Clive, to enjoy the younger man's company. He was curious for one and two, he desired knowing more about that hunger which had brought them slamming together and unable to step away too far from each other. Was it truly the same as him? Had he actually unpacked what it meant for him?
There would be time to unpack that even tonight, but right now? This moment was all about watching, tasting and feeling Clive unwind and fall apart under his actions. His head returned to a constant bobbing rhythm, his tongue playing more aggressively over Clive's cock, teasing and tasting the head and its slit at the top of his bob before sliding down until his nose buried in the course but silken hair around the base of Clive's cock. He sucked and dragged his tongue over the full shaft too, able to accommodate Clive's contributing thrusts into his mouth without choking.
At the obvious breathless statement from Clive, he simply raised an eyebrow as if to say, "That's the point, silly". It certainly didn't stop him from continuing, though his keen eyes watched Clive's dilemma play out as he fondled the younger man's balls and made a pointed slide of his thumb from taint to puckering hole as if it were an assurance that he wouldn't simple leave Clive in a boneless heap and wander off even if the younger man came in his mouth.
However, if Clive decided to pull him off, he wouldn't put up more than a cursory fight. By his estimations, Clive was young and probably could bounce back for another round far faster than Vander could at his age.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 06:23 pm (UTC)He wanted to see that hunger again, the feel validated in experiencing something similar. The need for restrain being a constant daily or even hourly battle. Someone to understand what it was to experience without having to verbalize the grating discomfort that came with it.
Yet he was denied this time with Clive's eyes closing, and the blissful expression more than made up for the lost opportunity. Instead, his lips caressed against Clive's, the tip of his tongue tracing the the plumpness of the lower lip before tracing that line between them. Then he sealed their mouths briefly together again as his fingers slid over firm muscle and smooth skin hidden by the material of Clive's shirt.
For his part, he pressed his chest to Clive's clothed hands, amused by the armour even if he understood why it was there. They had just come from a battle after all. He moved to roll them on their sides so they could partake in touching each other and so he wasn't having bottles of booze dig into his back as much. He sighed as warm leather touched his skin, his eyes half closing in response; his body had changed since his arrival in Etraya and a return to old form when he was twenty years younger.
He glanced down at the gloves and snorted in amusement.]
Don't you think it would be faster to get to the monastery than take those off? They look complicated.
[Yet, no one would deny that he wasn't willing to put in the effort. He withdrew his hand from under Clive's shirt and stroked over the bracers, feeling for a seam or buckle so he could work it open, expecting that to be the easier way. He leaned in, kissing Clive's scar again, sliding his lips over the smooth skin as he made slow progress on the bracers to - hopefully - free up at least one of Clive's hands from that glove.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 06:51 pm (UTC)The feeling of Vander's lips, soft and warm, pulled forth another contented sigh. An irrational part of his brain wonders if they could kiss forever. He would be fine dying from asphyxiation as long as it was because he had these lips on his. When Vander's tongue traced along the seam of his lips, they parted just a fraction, enough to feel Vander's tongue almost against the tip of his own. And then they were kissing in earnest and Clive slid his tongue against Vander's moving to explore the wet warmth of the other man's mouth.]
I can't wait that long. I have been wanting to touch your skin since you first touched mine.
[Clive kisses Vander again, slow but short. He lifts the hand facing the sky and turns it so Vander can see the inner side where the buckles were. He slung his currently free hand over Vander's shoulder and shifted so the other man could have easier access to the scar.
Something tightens in his chest at that. This part of his face had never been beautiful, worthy of being kissed and lavished with the affection it has been tonight. First a sign of being subhuman, then a lasting reminder of that. But this scar had also been his power, his proof that he overcame hardship. But it had never, never, been beautiful. But it felt beautiful now.
The second one hand was freed from the contraption that was Clive's armor, he brought his warm bare hand to Vander's cheek and pulled him into a kiss. He tried to pour what he was feeling into it. Longing, but also gratitude, a budding affection he hadn't expected. A sense of relief. He slid the hand from Vander's cheek into his hair, cradling the back of Vander's head so he couldn't pull away from this kiss. Not yet. He needed Vander to know.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 07:15 pm (UTC)[It was a teasing dig at the pair of them. Normally they were patient men, and here they were laying around in the grass kissing and touching each other like the world beyond this spot had no bearing on them at all. He supposed the virtue of their making it this far in the first place was admirable and a fact they should both be proud of, especially when considering how they had scampered to the trees to avoid detection in case they couldn't wait.
They could also probably be observed from the walls of the monastery, especially if anyone had a spyglass in hand. They were making no secret of their infatuation with one another, and if anything, the taste of Clive on his tongue, the scent of the man invading his brain and the feel of that lithe muscled body against his own was a draw he could not deny. He was acting like a twenty-year-old again, and there was no shame in that invigorating feeling.
Their kisses were slow and methodical, like a deconstruction of their patience. It paired well with his first teasing accusation as he worked off Clive's bracer and with it - eventually - the glove that had apparently been such a hinderance for the younger man. Clive's skin tasted different than his mouth, yet it was warm and tantalizing, the scar smooth and faintly worshipped.
He leaned his face into that bare hand, still feeling hot from the layer of leather from before. He expected the newest kiss to be like the others, but it wasn't. He sensed the difference immediately and he was helpless not to have a hand shoot up to curl his fingers into the silky hair at the back of Clive's head in return, twisting the locks between his fingers at the intensity of their lips.
Suddenly that ember in his belly reignited as it had been on the hilltop, and he drank in the emotion, let it nest between his ribs and stay there as his heart rate rose in response. He pushed forward, bodily forcing his way in so he could roll Clive back down in the grass, never refusing the hand holding his head close for the continued heat of their mouths against each other. A low growling sound of affection crawled from his throat and the hand not in Clive's hair dove back under the side of that tight shirt so he could lightly stroke skin then dig blunt nails in as he was so close to nibbling on Clive's lips, an acknowledgement he felt it and replied in kind.
By Janna's tits, who the hell was this man to awaken this hot wanton desire in him?]
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Date: 2025-07-13 07:56 pm (UTC)[Right now, nothing could stop him from kissing this man. Clive tried to remember a time where he wanted someone this viscerally, this deeply, and couldn't pull up anything that matched. Something that was close, yes. But that thought was washed away. The only thing his mind and body wanted to focus on right now was the man underneath him. The man who lit a fire in him so hot that he couldn't keep his hands to himself, couldn't wait to have his mouth on him or have that done for him in return.
Feeling the hard plains of Vander's body, those muscles so recently flexed, defined under the touch of a gloved hand. He could wait for the second glove. He knew he would get to touch Vander's skin with all of him, every last inch of his body. For now, the one hand and these addicting lips would suit very nicely. Vander's hands on him, in his hair, over his body, oh it was so much, but in the most wonderful way.
Clive gladly allowed himself to be shifted, to be covered by this monolith of a man. He shuddered bodily against Vander, the sound of his growl shooting straight through him and receiving an airy moan in response.
Fuck. Fuck, he wanted this man so badly it was difficult to understand. His mind was in a fog of the most beautiful kind. Slowly, languidly, Clive rolled his hips up against Vander's, showing him his renewed vigor. The friction ripped a low moan out of Clive, louder than he thought it would be. Both desperately and reluctantly, Clive paused their kiss. He did not, however, pull away.]
Vander... [He punctuated the man's name by rolling his hips again.]
I want you. [A gentle lick against his lips.]
Desperately.
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Date: 2025-07-13 08:18 pm (UTC)[Reasonably, they should be just lazing around in the grass with little pecks and touches, not this inferno of desperation to taste and touch each other. He remembered well this kind of fumbling in his early days of discovery, the snorting laughs and stubborn buckles. It was now transformed with a maturity of experience, yet the sensation still ran scorching along his veins. Was this about the whole fire elemental thing that Clive had mastery over?
No, it was something deeper. It was confirmed to him each time their lips found each other, the pillaging of one another's mouths as they gripped each other mutually. Liquid hunger crawled up his spine as their hips knocked together, clearly a purposeful gesture by Clive who was squirming and moving like a man on a mission but also not sure what to objective to satisfy first.
The sound his name falling out of those kiss swollen lips brought a confident and charming smile to his lips, feeling that tongue tease. He was the first to draw his face back, dropping it so he could kiss his way down Clive's neck, tasting that scar yet this time not stopping. He moved further down the V of that shirt - or vest or whatever it was called - until he was kissing and licking skin between those muscular pectoral muscles. Were those freckles he saw too?]
I'm not taking you out here, Clive, as much fun as that would be. [His reasonable tone belayed the his own rising impatience as his nerves were fraying. He stared up the length of Clive's body, his gray eyes darkened with lust.] The closest I'll do for you is pressed against the monastery wall... You game?
[It was probably best to ravage each other in the monastery, but he actually wasn't confident either of them would make it that far.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 08:37 pm (UTC)[Which made absolutely no sense. But a lot of things didn't make sense right now. His heart thumping in his chest, his breaths coming out faster than he expected them to for just laying in the grass and kissing. He ran his fingers up to the hair tie holding Vander's hair in his bun and gently pulls it out, watching as the hair cascaded down to frame the older man's face. Clive runs his fingers through the newly freed length, marveling at the smooth and soft texture, occasionally broken up by the firmer flow of areas that had started greying.
That smile made Clive's heart stutter. He moved forward to kiss the corner of it, relish in the feel of it, skin and confidence. He let his head drop back down to the grass and turned his head, giving Vander full access to his neck and clear invitation to kiss more, lick more. He moaned quietly at Vander's ministrations, hand continuing to stroke through Vander's hair.]
Hmm. [Clive is quiet for a moment, mind flashing through every time he was taken or took someone against a wall or a rock or an alleyway. No. No, he didn't want that. He was tired of that being what he got.]
No.
[Clive propped himself up on his elbows.]
My room. I want us to make it to my room.
[I need us to make it to my room.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 09:02 pm (UTC)He nodded his head, licking a line up Clive'e chest to the hollow of the younger man's throat. Then he purposefully blew cooler air from his mouth over the wet skin to test the boundaries of Clive's restraint even as he was once again having to disentangle himself from the younger man at the same time Clive propped up.
He rose to his feet, hair caressing his shoulders now that it was free of the bun and he shoved it back from falling into his face. His trousers were back to tenting, which forced him to make a show of adjusting himself so that he actually retained the ability to walk the rest of the way to their final destination.
Vander offered Clive a hand up so that they could actually start walking again.]
Your room, it is. You're carrying your bracer otherwise you might become too handsy and we won't make it to the destination. Come on. [He did move to slide an arm around Clive's waist.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 09:19 pm (UTC)Clive groaned at the feeling of Vander's tongue dragging up his skin, but when the cold air washed over him Clive gasped and his back arched just a little, chasing the feeling. He fell back down, a blush spreading from the tips of his ears across his face. What was... what was that? Clive sat up. That was something to be examined for later. But right now, Clive watched Vander adjust himself with hooded eyes, lips parting just a little to expose Clive's tongue slowly licking along his upper teeth. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.
He took Vander's hand. They needed to get back to the room.]
Fair enough.
[Clive glanced up at Vander and slid his hand into the older man's and started pulling again. He made a beeline to the outer wall, pushing open a person sized door next to the gate and going in. Clive navigated the grounds expertly, taking every little shortcut he knew of before he got to his room. Vander could get a tour later if he wanted but right now they needed to both be naked. Clive opened the door and yanked them both inside.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 11:50 pm (UTC)It was probably one of the few reasons he managed the rest of the walk to the massive castle that was apparently a monastery. He was tantalized by the swing of Clive's natural gait, and he expected that cape was both to hide and accentuate that walk. Somehow - Janna only knew how - they did make it without another incident.
He followed Clive in through the maze of doors and hallways and stair cases, trying to recall the direction that they had come from, but he found himself distracted with anticipation. His fingers laced briefly in Clive's in a urgent gesture for them to find a place or else his patience may just snap at any single moment and they would make use of wherever he could shove the younger man into. He had supplies, so anywhere would do.
There was an audible sigh of relief once he was pulled into a room, kicking the door shut behind him. He shouldered off his pack and let it drop to the floor in the same motion that he reached out to grab Clive about the waist and slam the younger man back against the door so he could crowd in with his larger body and kiss like Clive was the sole source of air that he could breathe.
First things first: laces. His fingers moved to open that top before rising to work the buckle holding on the pauldrons. The way that Clive had said that he needed Vander desperately rang in his head like a bell toll.]
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Date: 2025-07-14 12:09 am (UTC)Almost there.
[He voice was tense in anticipation, just as impatient as Vander. The sigh that Vander let out when they finally reached Clive's room made him smile. It was oddly cute. It was also very reassuring to know for certain that he wasn't the only one still feeling this way. He tossed the piece of armor and glove he had been carrying unceremoniously onto his desk. He made a note to clean everything perfectly as an apology to the memory of his father, but he needed all of this off and out of the way ASAP.
Clive had barely finished tossing the glove when Vander was grabbing him and slamming him against the door. Clive immediately arched up against him, opening himself up to drown in that kiss. His heart thumped in his chest, the excitement of being completely enveloped by someone else, the desperation in the way that their lips slotted together, the way their tongues explored each other. Clive wrapped an arm over Vander's shoulder, leaving the other one down so he could continue to unbuckle and remove.
The cool air that touched his skin once his vest was entirely unlaced made him shiver. He couldn't take it. Using the door as source of resistance and the arm over Vander's shoulder as a lever, he pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around Vander's waist and pressed into him, moaning into the kiss. Loudly.]
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Date: 2025-07-14 01:09 am (UTC)The buckle was free and he slid that cape off of shoulders and pauldrons, letting it fall to the floor and pool against the door he was pressing Clive to. There were more straps to contend with now that the cape was off, his fingers searching by feel for them so that he didn't have to break their heated kiss. More buckles were opened and whatever happened to fall off was no longer his problem.
He growled out a groan when Clive decided to be a monkey and clamber onto his waist, which was very distracting from his mission of stripping. At least his clothing was straight forward. He took a break from the daunting other glove with its bracer and whatever that other piece of armor was on the upper arm so he could smooth his hands over Clive's abs and sides through the now open vest.
He slammed Clive back against the door, and if anyone was on the other side, they likely would have a good idea what was occurring inside. His hands finally dropped for an easy target: sword belt. That was simple and easy to fling off.]
Why is your clothing so complicated? [He groused more in frustration between their kisses. Maybe he should slow down and take a breath. He would not.]
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Date: 2025-07-14 01:44 am (UTC)It was a bit amusing feeling Vander fuss with his armor, trying to get it all off. Clive probably could have helped make it a little easier, but he was going to bask in the desperation Vander was showing for a bit longer. A heat, proud and strong, filled him. Clive slid his eyes open just a touch to watch Vander's face as they kissed, as the other man contended with buckle after belt after clasp.
And then Vander's hands were on him again. The callouses of rough skin dragging against the soft skin of his sides and abdomen. He shivered under the touch, relishing the delicious pull. He answered in a kind of his own, rolling his hips down to press himself against Vander's hardening cock. If how it felt was any indication, Vander was huge. Clive felt his own cock twitch in interest and moaned.
And then he was being slammed back against the door. Clive let his head fall back, panting. Okay. It was time to have mercy on both of them. Clive got to work on his other bracer, making quick work of it. Then he pulled himself up farther on Vander, reaching down to undo buckles on the armor on his legs, also letting it all fall to the ground without much care of where it landed. He had reached about all he could from his vantage point, upper body free, half of his leg armor off.
So back into Vander's hair Clive's hands went. What he wanted to do about the rest of his leg armor, Clive would let Vander decide. Right now he needed to taste the other man's skin. Clive leaned down pressing wet and sloppy kisses down the column of Vander's neck. Making his way back up, he paused as that little patch of skin behind Vander's ear that just kept teasing him before licking it, slotting his mouth over it, and sucking.]
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Date: 2025-07-14 02:19 am (UTC)He bowed his head, forcing himself to breath so that he could concentrate and removed more of Clive's armor, so he was unpackaging the younger man. Odds and bobs of armour he wouldn't even know the name off fell away and his hands stroked and explored, shoving Clive's vest further open and running his thumbs over dusty nipples and dragging his blunt nails down the rise and fall of abs. His hands were working hands, callouses from mining, smuggling and brawling all layered in harder skin, and the rasp of those callouses over Clive's smooth abdomen thrilled him.
Yet, he turned his head as hands pushed into his shoulder-length hair, examining what was left of Clive's leg armour. He moved to feel for connection points, opening the armour and letting them fall to join the rather impressive pile at their feet. And they were only now only seeming to be able to make work on actual clothing.
He shivered at the feel of Clive's wet eager mouth on his neck, rumbling a pleasured growl in response and his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. His hands moved to pull at the laces of Clive's tight trousers, pulling and loosening them before he stilled as he felt the younger man's mouth seal over his skin and began to mark him.
He should tell him no, should dislodge that greedy little mouth, distract Clive to something else. Instead, he let it happen, even encouraging by sliding his hands over the swell of Clive's hips and then down to grip the younger man's ass as he pressed Clive against the door again.]
...a little early to be making a claim, don't you think? Maybe I'm a dead fish in bed. [His voice was deeper, wrecked with anticipation and kissing.] Put your legs down. It's time to lose the vest and pants, handsome.
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Date: 2025-07-14 03:01 am (UTC)The further Vander shoved open his vest, the more skin on skin contact he got, the harsher the breaths tearing themselves from Clive got. It shouldn't feel this good, just being touched. They were barely doing anything, just wrapped around each other, kissing, grinding a bit, but this was the best Clive had felt with another person in, well, probably ever. Behind the haze of his lust and desire, part of his mind, the insidious little voice that he tamped down so frequently, whispered to him how little he deserved this.
But then Vander's thumbs were brushing over his nipples and arousal shot through him like an arrow. He arched into the contact, moaning. Fuck. Had his nipples ever been this sensitive before? Had any part of his body?
Feeling Vander's hands slide down to his hips as Clive left his reminder, a little piece of his desire, for Vander to touch, to see, later, only made Clive want to suck more marks into the other man's skin. And then his ass was in Vander's hands again, and his back was slammed back against the door and Clive's hips reflexively rutted forward and-
handsome.
Clive's breath caught in his chest. He let his legs slide down to the floor and looked up at Vander. He could feel his own heartbeat in his throat. Clive leaned up and pressed his lips to Vander's again, one arm coming down from over his shoulder to slide under the hem of Vander's shirt, fingers tracing along Vander's hip.
handsome.
Clive slid his hand along Vander's pantline to find the closures there and start popping them open deftly with one hand. His kiss to Vander this time was slower but no less passionate. Each slot of their lips brought another pressing touch, a finger sliding under his pant line, his hand moving to lay flat against his abdomen, sliding up to his chest, tracing the line of his pec before brushing a ghost of a touch over a nipple.
handsome.
He realized he should respond and broke off his kiss.]
You could be a dead fish and that mark would still be worth the trip here.
[The roughness of Clive's voice matched Vander's the want just as deep. Clive let his hands slide away and leaned back against the door. Clive felt his skin prickle as the air touched what bare skin it could find, at what he saw when he looked Vander in those captivating eyes.]
I'm all yours.
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Date: 2025-07-14 04:52 am (UTC)Despite the disappearance of armour, Clive's reactions to touch and mouth were enough to tantalize him, churn the fire running their course along his nerves. His breath caught in his throat at the arching of Clive's back, his fingers playing again over those nipples until they were hardened beneath the pad of his fingers.
Those long legs slipped from around his waist to settle back on the floor, but there was so much more than that. The look in those blue eyes, the microexpressions seemed to flit across Clive's face, and it took him those spare moments to narrow down the reason for there existence. After all, he knew that look even marred in pleasure, like the mask shifting slightly off kilter for just a fraction of a second. Once, twice and a third time.
He stepped into Clive's wandering hand, leaning in so his breath played over the younger man's lips. His hands pulled away long enough to unclasp the multiple locking mechanisms on his thick belt, allowing it to fall away to the floor to join all of Clive's gear. Their kiss remained intense and wanton, heated and unadultered with concerns beyond these walls.
His hips pressed forward to those questing hands, the buttons giving away with Clive's insistence. It was perhaps made easier with the bulge in his pants already straining the material and their clasps. He leaned his face in, lips finding the scar on Clive's cheek as his nose caressed the unblemished skin as those hands explored up his shirt.
For his part, his hands slid up Clive's front until he could work them over the younger man's shoulders, easing the material off and down those muscled arms. His hands followed, caressing down from biceps to elbows to forearms to wrists, the material having fallen free long before his fingers curled around the back of Clive's hands.
Their gazes met and the hunger from before was different, transformed and sharply focused. Fixated on Clive in front of him as his lips caressed that scar like a defiance to any opinion of it than his own.]
A lofty statement, handsome. [He tasted the word, let it roll of his tongue like a roughened compliment. Testing if that was the cause.] I expect you to participate and enjoy yourself as much as I plan to. Show me that hunger which escapes the restraint.
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Date: 2025-07-14 12:14 pm (UTC)He watched and a smirk quirked at the corner of his mouth for less than a second at how Vander's throat clenched around the sound that Clive made. And then that was chased away by more ministrations, a shiver running through Clive's whole body at the feeling of Vander's continued attention to his nipples.
Nothing else mattered right now. Nothing other than the man in front of him, the feeling of his hands on his skin, his lips, his taste, his voice. Clive's eyes fluttered closed, lashes tracing butterfly kisses across Vander's skin as he continued to show affection to a place Clive hadn't realized he needed.
He slid his hands under Vander's shirt and traced the lightest of touches along what was now a slipping pant line, paying special attention to the rise of his hipbones until Vander's hands were at his elbows, flowing down his forearms. Clive lowered his hands, relishing in the feeling of Vander's hands cradling his own. Hands he could feel were made for powerful, dangerous things, holding on so carefully.]
Vander...
[The other man's name was a whispered almost-plea to the night. How that one word seemed to be able to undo him, Clive would never understand, but his heart raced just as quickly as the first time that word fell from those devilishly perfect lips.
He should have used words to respond, been a debauched but halfway civilized person, but the growl that ripped out of him had very different plans. A flash of that electric blue danced through his irises and Clive was pushing into Vander's space again. He put his hand behind Vander's neck, pulling him forward none too gently as the other hand found the hem of his shirt, pulling it viciously and efficiently up and over to be discarded amongst everything else that littered his floor.
Vander would barely have had time to respond before Clive released his neck and surged forward, lips and tongue and teeth finding collarbone and skin and biting.
And if his teeth were a little sharper than before, nails a little longer, Clive didn't notice.]
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Date: 2025-07-14 12:58 pm (UTC)He shuddered at the sound of his name falling from those tempting lips which were as kiss swollen as his own by this point. The space of skin just behind his ear where his hair now covered it burned from where Clive's lips had sucked a mark. It was discrete enough that he could hide it, yet he would know it was there, know who put it there and the circumstances in which it had occurred.
Vander stepped back so there was less opportunity for them to take a tumble from tripping over Clive's discarded armour. The younger man's growl followed him along with Clive himself and he did not put up any manner of fight as his shirt was pulled up and over his head, lifting his arms to accommodate and feeling a certain relief as the cooler air caressed his now bare skin. He paid no special attention to the inch and a half raised blackened scar on his abdomen just to the left of his belly button.
He took another step back as Clive plowed into him, and his big hands found the younger man's hips, fingers working into the hem that he had already loosened with some unlacing. He busied himself working them off those narrow hips before a deep pleasured growl tore its way out of his throat at the sudden bite and his world tilted off its axis all over again.
It was different. Teeth were sharper, punctures easier to press in, and liquid fire crawl up his spine and infected his brain, setting every nerve alight.] Clive... shit...
[That's all. His mind turned to the task of them being naked, even if he absently recalled he was moving away from his backpack now buried under layers of armour and clothing were his lube was. A few steps back to head to the bed and he was in dilemma. Go to the bed, stand like a horny fool or arrange them to go navigate the armour minefield for his prep. This certainly wasn't a situation ending with a blowjob.
Janna those teeth, those biting nails... He shuddered and his hands aggressively worked Clive's unfairly tight pants down thighs and he knew they wouldn't even slide down from the knees, that's how little space there was. Yet... one hand moved in to cup the younger man's balls, thumb sliding up the full length of Clive's desire and he turned his head to kiss Clive's crown, breathe in his scent.]
...you're going to need to sit to remove those boots. Chair or bed? [How he managed to sound any way logical was beyond him. His voice was so wrecked it was basically a growl over every word. It begged the question: could they even part long enough to do what needed to be done, or would this be a flurry of activity where their pants were trapped by boots and they just went with it this first time?]
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Date: 2025-07-14 01:33 pm (UTC)Clive grinned against Vander's skin when he felt the other man shudder. Oh, that was so satisfying, knowing that he could do something like that to another person, even with just a word. He wanted to feel it again, to taste Vander's skin when it prickled with desire.
Clive traced a hand down Vander's now exposed chest, letting his nails dig in just a little bit. Enough to raise red trails, but not inflame the skin. There would be time for that. Either tonight or another time, but there would be time. Something in Clive's mind wondered what it might feel like to scratch hard enough to make the other man bleed, taste that iron tang against the salt and sweat of skin. His cock twitched at the thought and Clive unconsciously bookmarked that for later.
Clive chuckled, something deep and promising. He licked against the mark that was already blooming on Vander's skin.]
Liked that, did you?
[Clive nipped at the already sensitive mark.]
Would you like more?
[Because he would like to give you more, Vander. More and more and more until he couldn't look at the man without seeing him there etched into his skin.
The moan that ripped itself from Clive's throat when he felt Vander's hand on his aching cock. He rutted his hips into that touch, once, twice and then forced himself to stop, just enjoy the feeling of that warm rough hand touching so sensitive an area. He rested his head on Vander's chest, panting and letting his scent wash over him, warm and earthy. He could get addicted to this.
Without words, Clive took Vander's hand in his own, oddly gentle considering his words and actions. A juxtaposition, an invitation. He moved backwards towards the bed and sat when he felt the gentle bump of the mattress behind his knees. He looked up at Vander, hunger and longing warring in his gaze.]
They shouldn't be as much trouble as the armor.
[Clive ran a hand down Vander's thigh, looking up at him and wondering if he would get to see the other man on his knees in front of him. He'd give Vander a moment to decide before he would yank his boots off himself. Seeing the man tower over him was also exciting. He glanced down to realize that he was pretty much eye level with the straining length of Vander's cock. He licked his lips, imagining what it might feel like to have the other man's member in his mouth, heavy and hard.]
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Date: 2025-07-15 01:23 pm (UTC)He wouldn't call it that consciously, but that's what this was. Perhaps because deep underneath that hunger he had seen in Clive's eyes, there was a deep sorrow and loneliness that only this kind of company could chase away even momentarily. And that was exciting, that was a drive towards pleasure because he could take the roughness and the softness in tandem.
He turned his head and tucked his chin in an attempt to view that mark that was clearly visible on his skin. It didn't weep blood yet, but it was deep and darkening. He smirked.] Mouthy little thing, aren't you? Careful, I might start to think you're going to keep me all night. [They had already discussed that. It was to tease.
He followed Clive like he was in a pleasured dream as they walked to the bed, his trousers clinging valiantly to his ass and not slipping down. His thumb stroked over Clive's knuckles from where they were clasped, affection and warmth in the gesture even as they crossed the point of finding their final destination for this part of the day would play out.]
I know. I'll take my time with you.
[He reached out and in an oddly no-nonsense manner, he shoved Clive to lay back on the bed as he leaned over the younger man so he could plant his lips at the hallow of his throat, threatening a mark of his own right where everyone would see it. He left it on the threshold, a threat without production because he kissed south, working his way down Clive's body. His thumbs found those nipples again, stroking and pinching them as his mouth kissed and licked down, down, down.
He paused at Clive's belly button, tongue-tip tracing around it before in in a mockery of the deed they would be enjoying together soon enough. His hands stroked down Clive's ribs, feeling the layers of muscle until his palms stroked over the swell of hip bones and further down. He pushed his hands into those clingy trousers, sliding them down thighs and over knees. He cupped the back of Clive's calves before he made his move to tug of one boot and pantleg then the other.
All the while, his mouth moved further south, his gray eyes stormy with lust as his teeth found a nice spot on the swell of hip to nip and suck, this time making a move to leave an action mark in reply for the one he currently bore. Then he turned his head and blew cool air over Clive's cock standing solid and proud. Boots and trousers dropped to the floor and he leaned his face closer to the younger man's cock, nuzzling it with his bearded chin.]
...want me to?
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Date: 2025-07-15 03:54 pm (UTC)I think -
[Clive licked across the mark on Vander’s collarbone, debating worrying at it more. Maybe later. Right now they were both still wearing too much clothing. He would have time to taste, to lick, to bite, to devour. Another wave of pleasure shuddered through Clive, the idea of Vander over him, under him, inside of him, everywhere. All encompassing.]
That sounds like a wonderful idea. [Clive smiled, returning the tease.
The gentle caress across Clive’s knuckles made his lashes flutter. Oh, that was nice. He sighed and wanted to reach up to kiss the man again, soft and slow, but they were at the bed and Clive was being shoved back and his blood sang in a joyous chorus. When Vander kissed his throat, exerting just enough pressure to almost bruise, Clive wanted to grab him and shove him back to the spot, have him suck until it ached, but clearly the older man had other plans.
Clive watched him, eyes dark with want. The feeling of Vander’s hands across his chest, thumbs stroking in an expert way that made Clive pant. He fought back the squirm that was threatening to pull him closer to the contact. It felt so good. How could something so simple feel so good? And then Vander got to his abdomen. Clive’s gaze never left the other man, swallowing a shaky breath at the look of him, thinking of how Vander’s tongue would feel elsewhere.
The slow, gentle drag of Vander’s hands finally pulled a small tremble out of him. Feeling them run over his sensitive hips, his thighs, and then, finally, Clive was fully naked. The exposure to the cool air made him shiver the tiniest bit, but the warmth of Vander’s body quickly dissipated any lingering cold.
Somehow, Clive hand kept his hands to himself throughout this entire process. He wanted to focus on the feeling of the other man on him, but then Vander’s mouth was on the sensitive swell of his hip and oh that sting felt good. Clive lifted his hips to follow the sensation, body begging for more, hands threading into Vander’s hair. More. He wanted more. And more was clearly what Vander intended to give.
He gasped out a quiet moan at the cool hair washing over his achingly hard cock and he shivered, hands gripping Vander’s hair tightly, reflexively. Just like the air he had blown across Clive’s damp skin, this sensation ran through his entire body, lightning dancing up his spine.
He wasn’t sure when his eyes had closed, but Clive opened them again as he felt the alluring sensation of Vander nuzzling his cock, that coarse yet soft hair creating a friction that made his cock twitch with want. Clive slid one hand down to Vander’s face, tracing a dancing pattern down to his cheekbone, forgoing the beard that was currently otherwise occupied, to stroke along his neck and shoulder. The other hand, still in his hair, twisting strands gently around his fingers. The lust burning in his eyes and the gentleness of his touch a reflection of the war of desire that was being waged inside him.]
Yes. Yes please. I want it.
[Desperation edged Clive’s voice in a way that may have been embarrassing with anyone else, but with Vander it felt right.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 12:56 pm (UTC)And for him, he did gain considerable pleasure watching those heavy blue eyes staring, darkened with pleasure and want and hitting him like an electric charge as he worked Clive naked. And there it was, even if he did not outwardly acknowledge that finally one of them was actually naked. It felt like a significant accomplishment, and he let himself confirm by feel as his hands grasped Clive by the ankles briefly.
The hand in his long hair was yet another reminder to not cut it. He had been considering it with the heat of summer, but it seemed to a hit with so many people. And it felt good to have those skilled fingers in it, twisting the locks so thousands of pinpoints of sensation spanned his scalp and cascaded down his spine.
His eyes watched Clive in return, and he wondered if he had seen a more beautiful man in his life. He doubted it. Nudity only enhanced everything that clothing had teased at. His hands stroked up the back of Clive's calves as his chin nuzzled the head of the younger man's cock, then he was tipping his head to drag his tongue over the head, tip teasing at the slit as it had Clive's belly button previous.
Vander wrapped his lips around the head of Clive's cock, sucking as he played his tongue over it. He also raised a hand from where it was stroking the other man's legs to grasp the base to apply a little threatening pressure that he could and potentially would choke off an orgasm. More than that, the ring of his thumb and forefinger allowed him to stroke the rest of Clive's cock that wasn't currently being lavished with attention from his mouth.
He slowly dropped his mouth further, bobbing up and down shallowing so that he could build up his own performance on the matter. A different hunger was in his gaze at this point. He wanted to watch Clive come undone, to fall apart, to live those flames inside the younger man and just let go as they built and gained trust in each other at the same time.
He rumbled a growl in his throat and mouth as he bobbed in a consistent rhythm, dropping lower and lower each time as his fingers stroked up to meet his chin then back down again. The unique taste of Clive was on his tongue, pre-cum thrilling his senses.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 02:22 pm (UTC)One of the strangest parts about all of this was that he found he could trust Vander to do this and not leave him unmoored. It made little sense. He just met the man, but he was either an extremely skilled manipulator, or his caresses of assurance, of affection, were genuine. It was those touches that told Clive he would be taken care of. Perhaps he would have the chance to reciprocate and not just with his body.
Those grey eyes, darkened with want, were captivating. He wanted to look at what Vander was doing, how he was touching him, at the promise of the other man’s lips on his cock, at the sensation of his beard brushing against sensitive skin, but he found he could not look away from those eyes. His peripheral vision scratched the itch to look at anything else for now.
Clive’s lips parted, a small release of breath as Vander’s tongue dragged over the already weeping head of his cock. His lashes fluttered but he wanted to see this, to keep watching. When he felt his member start to be sucked into Vander’s mouth, he finally broke eye contact, just for a moment. Seeing those lips wrapped around him slowly working their way down, pulled a low moan out of him. The thickness of those fingers wrapped around his base, slowly dragging up to meet the other man’s mouth.
The drag of them on dry skin, something that might otherwise be a bit uncomfortable, poured pleasure into him with each drag. The difference between the warm heat and the firm touch was overwhelming in the best way. Panting, Clive’s eyes flicked back up to meet Vander’s and what he saw there made him groan. The way he was looking at him, no one had ever looked at Clive that way before. The pleasure that was sitting heavy in his abdomen and his cock pooled out, setting every part of him on fire.
The growl Vander let out, vibrating his cock in the most delicious way, had Clive gripping his hair tighter and throwing his head back.]
Fuck!
[Clive tried desperately to keep his hips still, muscles trembling with the effort.]
Fuck. [Clive was panting louder now. He pulled his head back up, hair mussed, and looked back down at the man kneeling before him. The hand that had found it’s way to his shoulder moved back up to trace lines along Vander’s neck, that front of his throat.]
That is so good. So warm. So wet.
[Clive’s voice, when he spoke, was rough with pleasure, with want, deep and growling.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 04:35 pm (UTC)After all, despite the hurried frenzy to reach this point from the hilltop in which they had met face-to-face for the first time, it seemed they both did wish to take their time with each other and savour the intimacy. This didn't feel like a situation where they were have one another, sleep and head off in their separate ways either. He couldn't recall a first meeting resulting in this kind of fire in his belly, and he was keen to chase it as often as he could.
The taste and smell of Clive invaded his senses, increasing each drop of his mouth further and further down the younger man's cock each bob. His tongue played over the back side and once he was bobbing to half way and beyond, he released his hand from steadying and stroking Clive's cock. His hand dropped to cup and roll the younger man's balls in his hand, thumb curving under to stroke over that sensitive skin between balls and ass.
Down further and further until all of Clive entered his mouth on each bob downwards, pushing the younger man's cock to the back of his throat after stroking it along his cheek pouch. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on head and length of that cock, dewy pre-cum coating the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat and his tongue.
Then he suddenly pulled himself free.]
You can thrust too, Clive. I can take it. Come on, let loose...
[His own voice was heavy and deep from the adventure they were undertaking. He took a moment to once again blow cooler air over the heat of the younger man's saliva wet cock before he was driving it back into his mouth. Show him everything that you were, Clive. He wants to be consumed by it and consume it in turn.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 05:48 pm (UTC)A thought occurred to Clive rather suddenly. While he had thought to himself that he didn’t want this to be the only night, he hadn’t fully felt that this would not be their only night. It wasn’t a want. It was an inevitability. He could see it in Vander’s eyes, the set of his shoulders, feel it in the fire of his own veins.
Oh, those hands. Clive shivered as Vander moved his hand to cradle his balls, tease his taint. And then his whole cock was disappearing into Vander’s mouth, his throat, a suction so tantalizing that had Clive shaking, a moan ripping out of him, loud and wanton.
Then suddenly Clive’s cock was freed to the open air, that beautiful, delicious voice filling space that had just been echoing Clive’s lewd sounds back to them. Clive tilted his head to look down at Vander before sliding his other hand into that thick hair. He nodded, not really trusting his voice before that cool air was washing over him again. He panted a small smile quirking at the side of his mouth. He was starting to love how that felt.
The temperature whiplash of having cool air wash over his aching cock to the vicious warmth of Vander’s mouth had him gripping the other man’s hair. The permission was all he needed. Clive bucked up into that wet, warm hole, meeting Vander every time his head bobbed down. He was moaning in earnest now, thrusts becoming more rapid, harder. He could feel his cock hitting the back of Vander’s throat with each thrust. He could feel that familiar pressure building in his balls, at the base of his cock.]
Vander [He gasped trying to still his hips and failing.] If you keep doing that I’m gonna come.
[Clive was torn. Let himself cum and surrender to the likely overstimulation of getting fucked hard by Vander after, or hold off and let himself orgasm in one burst still while taking Vander’s cock. Either way, he was getting fucked tonight.]
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Date: 2025-07-17 01:03 pm (UTC)Depending on how the evening went and if their connection grew, Vander was confident that he would be making a return to this place, to see Clive, to enjoy the younger man's company. He was curious for one and two, he desired knowing more about that hunger which had brought them slamming together and unable to step away too far from each other. Was it truly the same as him? Had he actually unpacked what it meant for him?
There would be time to unpack that even tonight, but right now? This moment was all about watching, tasting and feeling Clive unwind and fall apart under his actions. His head returned to a constant bobbing rhythm, his tongue playing more aggressively over Clive's cock, teasing and tasting the head and its slit at the top of his bob before sliding down until his nose buried in the course but silken hair around the base of Clive's cock. He sucked and dragged his tongue over the full shaft too, able to accommodate Clive's contributing thrusts into his mouth without choking.
At the obvious breathless statement from Clive, he simply raised an eyebrow as if to say, "That's the point, silly". It certainly didn't stop him from continuing, though his keen eyes watched Clive's dilemma play out as he fondled the younger man's balls and made a pointed slide of his thumb from taint to puckering hole as if it were an assurance that he wouldn't simple leave Clive in a boneless heap and wander off even if the younger man came in his mouth.
However, if Clive decided to pull him off, he wouldn't put up more than a cursory fight. By his estimations, Clive was young and probably could bounce back for another round far faster than Vander could at his age.]
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From:Sorry for the novel
From:I read your novel & provided one in return
From:Legitimately I wonder what the word count is for this whole thread.
From:An actual half novel I expect
From:If it wouldn't be so much dang work I'd check it.
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From:I got about 1/5th of the way through the thread and we were already at 12,000 words.
From:Yeah, yeah it's actually a novel that we've written in here!
From:This is the longest thread I have ever done.
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