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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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caleb's explanation continues and vax sits up on his knees, leaning in to get a closer view. he's taken so instantly by the intricacies of his spell, that when he looks up again to ask caleb a question about it, the words catch in his throat and he seems to stare.

some red hair has loosened itself from where it's tied, and it blows into caleb's face. he's smiling, and he's in his element. it's... hard to take his eyes off of. vax'ildan marvels at him for another moment, so deeply invested that he doesn't hear his sentence at first.

when it finally registers, vax blinks as though coming out of a trance, and he leans forward to brush caleb's rogue hair back behind his ear without a second thought. his hand lingers on his jawline, just for an extra moment.

"of course. that-- yeah. makes sense."

vax feels a familiar twinge in his chest, the same twinge that came when he'd first met shaun. he doesn't recognize it immediately, but it feels comfortable all the same, and so here is where he'll stay with it.

"your smile is nice, you know."

Edited 2021-01-30 01:17 (UTC)

The pair of dancing lights bob overhead like two oversized fireflies, and Caleb freezes as he sees Vax's hand reach for him. But the touch is tender and strangely intimate. His breath catches, and there is a moment that feels too long between the time Vax's hand lowers and the time he speaks, though Caleb knows in the back of his mind that it was hardly three seconds.

He searches Vax's face, blue eyes darting over his features, asking a question without words. Why him? Surely Vax could choose someone else to bestow his personal honesty and his flattery on--anyone else, really, charismatic and attractive as he is. But here he is with Caleb. His hand moves almost of his its accord up to his ear, fingertips tracing lightly over the skin Vax had just brushed, though there is no hair to tuck this time. His jaw still tingles with the ghost of that same touch.

"So is yours." It's a clumsy response at best, but honest. Caleb can flirt, but it's much easier when he knows who he is flirting with. "Where are you staying?"

behind the two of them, the waves from the beach wash ashore, creating a calm ambience that reflects the light of the moon. above them, the globules cast them both in a soft amber glow, occasionally dimming when it drifts behind the canvas of the tent they've taken solace in. in the gentle nighttime glow, caleb looks beautiful.

vax is transfixed, again, for another moment. and for that same moment, the urge to lean forward and kiss him takes hold, and is reluctant to let go. vax'ildan has to fight it back, keep it down, swallow it down. he'll have another opportunity, right?

he looks back up, where caleb is glowing again in that beautiful amber light, and his heart flutters in his chest.

shit.

"ah, fjord? invited me to stay on his couch. i haven't made my way there yet. i have something much more interesting catching my eye."

As picturesque as the sea must look with the moon shining down over it through the occasional passing cloud, Caleb is looking only at Vax'ildan. It's mutual it seems, as Caleb can feel the weight of the half-elf's gaze too, heavy with something he can't quite pinpoint. But he's drawn in none the less.

The mention of Fjord is met with a brief moment of surprise that melts quickly into amusement. And it's deeply flattering, honestly, that Vax clearly means him when he talks about something more interesting.

"If Fjord has offered you his couch, then that is my couch also," Caleb reveals warmly. He feels a little better knowing that Fjord has also met Vax and apparently found him trustworthy enough to give him a place to crash. "I, ah, apologize in advance for how hectic the house can be at times."

That is part of the reason he finds himself out here tonight. There's a long pause as Caleb considers his next words carefully, taking the opportunity to seal his belongings inside the vault of amber again with a gesture and another few muttered words. He shakes a little sand off the necklace when he picks it up, fully formed once again, and glances at Vax as he secures it around his neck.

"I...would like to stay away a little longer, honestly. And to spend more time with you, if you will have me."

vax just... watches caleb. watches him move, how his hair falls around his shoulders, how he speaks. how his somatic components are so unique to him, how they look so natural on his hands.

it's the same house? huh. vax'ildan nods in acknowledgement, but he laughs off the apology. "no need. i come from my own group of..." of what? "ruffians. i learned to sleep through a lot of things."

vax reaches forward when caleb goes to reattach his necklace, taking the clasp from him and taking a gentle step into his space.

"let me."

vax leans in even closer to reach around caleb's neck, attaching the clasp carefully without pinching. when he releases him, it's slow, and he adjusts the way the amber sits on his collarbone with a gentle hand.

"i'm." where are his words. say something, vax'ildan. "i would love that. we can stay as long as long as you like. i know i'm enjoying myself."

he realizes too late that his hands are lingering on caleb's chest, and he pulls them away, quickly.

True to Caleb's words, the tiny shapes of the items stored in the vault can be seen in the central amber stone. It's not exactly the corpse of Vess DeRogna, but he likes to think of it as an interesting touch. Caleb's fingers brush Vax's as he delicately plucks the necklace from them, attaching the small clasp without any trouble. Dexterous, then. Somehow that isn't surprising.

The way his fingers remain there near his collarbone for longer than they reasonably should is hardly lost on Caleb, but his breath is caught too tightly in his chest to say anything about it. This is without a doubt the strangest first encounter he's had on the island (which is saying something), but not in a negative way. Vax'ildan has caught him off guard with his honesty, his forwardness, and his appreciation. It's odd, but not unwelcome. Caleb likes to know where he stands with people, and so far Vax has made no secret of it.

When Vax has drawn back, Caleb catches the edge of his cloak again before he can pull away too much. It's the nearest thing he can manage to reaching for his hands to bring them back, curious despite himself about where else they might linger if given permission.

"You mentioned that this belonged to a champion of the Raven Queen?" It's impossible, uttering that name, not to think about the black feather hanging around Wulf's neck. She keeps bringing us together. He doesn't know if he believes it, and coincidences are just that, but he wonders all the same.

vax gives pause when caleb reaches for his cloak. normally, anyone touching his cloak is cause for frustration or irritability, but caleb doesn't mean to pull or to cause harm. it's curiosity, and the least vax'ildan can do is allow caleb into his space, to explore the new things.

"to me, yeah. i'm her champion." it's a quiet confession, not meant to sound like bragging or trying to claim his superiority. he's only as good as others think he is, and besides, this isn't something to brag about. it was hard to get, and he paid the price of vex's life for it. "it was hard earned," is all he says, but he's changing the subject as quickly as it had come up.

he sweeps the cloak around caleb's shoulder, too, hoping the gesture might draw him in even closer.

"are you familiar with the matron of ravens?"

I'm her champion. That explains one or two things while also brining up a variety of new questions. But Caleb can read the room, so to speak; Vax's melancholy tells him not to press. Bad memories associated with acquiring this particular artifact, then. Or his status with the Matron, or both.

Just as Caleb releases the corner he's taken hold of, Vax sweeps the dark fabric around him, giving him implicit permission to move into his space. After a moment to consider--a moment that he hardly needs; he's already made a choice--he shifts several inches closer, enough that their shoulders and knees brush beneath the cloak.

"I know of her in a historical and cultural sense, but I would not call myself familiar," he explains. "I was close with someone who is a devout follower."

caleb steps into his space, and gods, vax knows this is a formality now. their words don’t mean anything right now, it’s just to fill the space, but vax’ildan can think of other things he’d like to fill the space with. as soon as caleb is in holding distance, elven hands reach out to take his waist and press their bodies flush together. there’s less there between them than vax is used to (who needs armor here?) and it’s enough to draw a shuddering breath from him.

“she’s a bitch,” he mutters with a hint of amusement in his voice, drawing ever closer and closer to caleb. “you’re better off.” and that’s all he needs to lean down and catch caleb’s lips in a soft kiss.

soft is a good word for it. vax’ildan doesn’t want to rush things, he wants to taste caleb, that hint of smoke on his tongue and that hammering heart that he isn’t sure is his or caleb’s. he tastes of something else unique, something that vax has loved about kissing humans: they’re all different, like a fingerprint, leaving their marks over the ones they touch. vax supposes he’s next.

tongue peeks through lips to tease, brushing gently over caleb’s, and that’s where he parts. one hand trails from caleb’s waist to his neck, cradling.

“sorry. i couldn’t stop myself anymore.” that smile on his face tells that he’s not sorry at all.

Vax has little to say on the subject, which is just as well, as Caleb is distracted by the way he moves closer, well into his personal space. The moment before the kiss comes, he anticipates it, drawing in a sharp breath before Vax's lips meet his. His pulse beats hard, a thrum in his ears that drowns out other sounds. His face, already slightly flushed, starts to feel hot, and his eyes have fallen closed of their own accord. But Vax's mouth is soft and welcoming, and he doesn't hesitate to kiss back.

A sound catches at the back of his throat with the barest brush of Vax's tongue, something between a sigh and a whimper. Caleb's hands find their way to the half-elf's waist, clutching him close for lack of anything else to hold onto--and he must have something, or else he feels he might stumble back, dizzy. The hand on his neck becomes an achor point, too, when they finally part. The kiss hadn't lasted long, but it feels significant. This isn't...Caleb doesn't do this, even here, where it's literally the point. But he's been swept up in Vax's presence, the mystery of him, his intriguing outlook, his charm and his genuine, open interest. Their strange connection. If Caleb is going to sleep with someone he's just met for the first time in his life, Vax'ildan sets a high standard.

The wizard huffs a soft, warm laugh, through which his nerves are probably apparent. "I was expecting that," he murmurs with a smile far more bashful than Vax's, but not hesitant or uncertain. "I...don't do this often," he admits, the words somehow softened by the lilt of his Zemnian accent. It's true; despite being on the island more than two months now, he's had only a few sexual experiences. And before that--well, the latter half of his life is hardly worth mentioning in that regard. "But I am interested in you, Vax'ildan."

oh dear gods above save him caleb is so cute.

vax feels a blush creeping onto his own cheeks, just at the warm comfort that being near caleb brings, just at observing how beautiful he is. he's so smart, vax can tell, and shy, and worth so much more than he thinks. vax has seen what he can do just with a few gemstones and magic hands, he can only imagine what he must have been like in exandria with the world of spells at his disposal. a powerful force, no doubt. a beautiful force.

that same feeling he's only felt around a certain marquesian sorcerer bubbles in his stomach, so vax pushes it down by reaching a hand to cup caleb's cheek for a second time. thumb strokes cheekbone, touches over the array of freckles that dot his skin. it comes to rest on caleb's lip, brushing it down, sweeping side to side. "it's alright. you don't have to explain. i'm not asking, but i'll listen if you want to tell."

he keeps caleb close so he can kiss him again, again, peppering them to his lips until he has to deepen it. he's given himself a taste, and now he wants more. the rough scratch of caleb's beard on his palm only urges him on, to kiss him deeper and pull him closer.

"caleb," he murmurs, breathless, "is there somewhere more private we can go...?"

Caleb very quickly becomes caught up in the kisses Vax bestows on him, several more chaste ones before another that is deeper, more involved. The wizard's hands tighten at Vax's waist and he parts his lips to reciprocate, conscious of the heat suffusing his body, radiating from the pit of his stomach. He doesn't want to explain anything, and he doesn't have to. He's going to spend a night with someone--someone incredible, someone who wants him without really knowing anything about him.

(And he is going to try, steadfastly, to ignore the voice in the back of his mind saying of course, that's the only way anyone would want you. Somehow, it isn't true. It's been proven wrong before.)

Pausing to talk again is slightly surreal, and it takes Caleb a moment to collect himself. "I share a room here," he explains a little self-consciously. And even if he didn't, there's nothing private about that house anyway. He's also never brought someone home before, with all the implications thereof, and he has no idea about the proper protocols or procedures for it. Could he leave a scarf tied to the doorknob to warn Essek away? Would that work? Essek tends to be awake during nighttime hours to avoid the sun, but he can't very well keep him out of their room the entire time. Yet he also wouldn't want to ask Vax'ildan to go.

Scheisse, this is complicated. Which is probably at least part of the reason he's never done it. "I...don't think that is ideal. But I could make this place more comfortable and more private for us." The tent is sturdy enough, and with his magical dome around it, he can both control the temperature and obscure them completely. It's better than being overheard by everyone in the house.

vax watches caleb's wheels turning, but it doesn't last for very long. he's sharp as a tack, he's bright, he comes to quick conclusions before vax even has a chance to mull it over. now is no different, and he's already offered a solution before vax'ildan can.

"you brilliant creature, you," vax says with enthusiasm, grinning against caleb's neck. "so bloody smart. do your thing. don't let me get in your way."

a hungry lovebite to the skin he finds at his neck and then vax is stepping back, sliding back into the tent he's found for himself. he wants to watch caleb cast, to see him in his element. it's attractive, caleb is attractive.

he can see there's something behind those blue eyes. something sad, something tragic. vax can relate. he knows what that's like, to have lost everything. to live with that tragedy behind his eyes forever, just like caleb. they're very alike in a lot of ways, a fact that isn't lost on him. maybe one day vax'ildan can hear about it, maybe they can trade shitty stories. maybe.

"hurry, please. i'll get cold without you here."

Vax is just full of flattery, and a shy smile over his shoulder is about all Caleb can offer in response to it. It's nice though, to be called brilliant for something as simple as the Tiny Hut spell. Remembering how it had amazed the Nein the first time he'd ever used it, he plucks a crystal bead from his component pouch and casts it now with a circular motion of the hand holding it, encircling the little tent completely within its radius. The air shimmers faintly amber at first, but the color quickly fades, leaving the stars and the sea and the dark horizon uninhibited. But immediately the night air is noticeably less chilly.

With a mark from Vax's mouth still stinging on his throat, it doesn't take long for Caleb to rejoin him. He slips into the tent too, finding it as well-appointed as he'd expected. He had stayed in a similar one on his first night on the island--alone, unfortunately--and it had been stocked the same way, probably by the robots in anticipation of new arrivals. A bedroll wide enough for two, pillows, and a kit containing basic hygiene supplies and necessities for sex. The Nameless Island essentials.

Caleb settles close beside Vax, bumping shoulders. "Warmer now, ja?" He sounds a little proud, perhaps even a little overtly flirtatious. "You cannot tell from inside, but anyone walking down the beach tonight will see only a dome the color of sand."

the magic is truly impressive, even though he’s seen scanlan’s mansion more than enough times. there’s something unique about everyone’s magic, and it shows in the amber crystals, the expertise that he uses his somatic components. it’s beautiful, it’s impressive. vax’ildan arms extend to receive caleb when he returns, catching him in his grasp and nuzzling his nose against his neck.

“you’re incredible,” vax purrs, leaning in to kiss caleb once again. the warmth affects him almost immediately, his cheeks heating up and legs already beginning to tangle with caleb’s. the positioning quickly starts to be not enough for him, and so he switches their positions. vax’s heart hammers in his chest as he moves to crawl over caleb, slotting a knee between his thighs. kisses trail along his neck, his collarbone, and start tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“i want to taste you. may i?”

Things move quickly once they are together again, which he'd mostly expected. So he's prepared for Vax'ildan to crowd close and kiss him again, and he manages to get his arms around the half-elf's waist before he gets on top of him. Which is good, because that is very distracting.

Caleb is startled by his own need, how badly he wants Vax against him, with him. There's a hitch of his breath and a soft gasp for the way that knee nudges between his thighs, a reedy moan as Vax explores his neck with his mouth. The touch of his lips leaves his skin sensitive and tingling, and a flush spreads from his face down.

"Please." It's just above a whisper. The tunic he's wearing is asymmetrical, with clasps down the front to open it--easy enough to figure out, he hopes, because he doesn't want to move his hands from where they've come to rest against Vax's hips, keeping him close. This is thrilling. Vax is a beautiful puzzle, so of course Caleb simply can't resist.

this is very much vax'ildan's speed when it comes to sex. he likes being involved in every step, he likes kissing, he likes it with someone he cares for. he likes touching, and he likes helping cute redheaded mages out of their shirts. deft fingers work the clasps open with little issue, and both hands push his shirt over his shoulders and away. the skin he finds underneath is just as soft, freckled and warm, and vax starts trailing kisses down caleb's neck and collarbone. excited hands explore down to hips, where his hands set on opening his trousers.

as much as he can't wait to explore this wizard and get him inside, he knows that he can't rush into it like he might have once upon a time with shaun. this wizard needs time, he needs care. those excited hands get trousers open, as they planned, but he doesn't push them inside just yet, instead opting to slip just underneath the waistband to hold the bare skin of his hips.

bites, hot and hungry and yes, excited, lead down to caleb's nipple, which he sucks between teeth and rolls with his tongue. his eyes flick up to caleb, searching for a response, making sure it's okay.

It feels like a whirlwind, Vax opening up his clothing and kissing and biting his way down his body, mouth hot and eager. His pace doesn't slow, which must mean that he must find Caleb desirable enough even under his clothes, which is a relief; he's never done this with someone he wasn't certain about having a more than skin-deep attraction with before. From his side, he's intrigued by Vax in a way that goes beyond his looks, appealing as those are. But it's reassuring to know that it's probably the same for Vax; surely his own appearance wouldn't be enough to guarantee a magnetic attraction like this.

As overwhelming as it is, it's also incredible. Caleb can't focus on anything but Vax'ildan. Between strong, slender fingers sliding beneath his waistband, bright eyes focused up at him, and the spark of pleasure-pain as his teeth and tongue play over his nipple, it is probably fairly obvious by now that his cock is stiffening quickly, a clear indicator that they're on the right path.

But he reaches out, too, one hand leaving Vax's hip to brush strands of long, dark hair tenderly back from his face. His fingers slide deeper into Vax's hair, thumb tracing the line of a sharp cheekbone. "Go on," he urges. "But I want to see you, too."

he's tunnel visioned, his thoughts narrowed to the human underneath him and his beautiful constellation-like array of freckles. vax wants to taste all of them, to learn their patterns and commit them to memory. he can feel caleb underneath him thickening out and it makes him moan into that skin, his hands pressing even further against him and pulling him closer.

vax is pulled out of that tunnel vision when caleb asks to see him too, and vax typically has reservations about this kind of thing. when he has sex, his lover comes first; he isn't much for his own pleasure. but caleb wants it, so... vax sits up on his knees, and peels his shirt over his head to expose a lean, toned body, muscled without excess. he's thin, but his years of adventuring show on his skin with various scars and scrapes. vax allows a moment for caleb to take him in, but he doesn't want to be away from him for long.

one hand presses to caleb's arousal through his clothes, and his mouth, eager and hungry, returns to trail down caleb's stomach, now. he drags teeth over abdomen, then to hips, where he sets to work creating a mark in his skin.

happy with his work, vax helps caleb out of his trousers, all the while letting dark brown eyes glance up to blue, checking for permission, making sure he's alright. vax tosses his hair to fall to one side of his face, then settles between caleb's thighs once they're bare. his cheek presses against caleb's arousal, lips leaving hot breath and wet kisses to the skin of his hips.

"may i?"

As anticipated, Vax's body is beautiful. He's all sleek muscle and gorgeous olive skin occasionally interrupted by scars from a no doubt dangerous, adventurous life. Though his unbuttoned tunic exposes his torso while still covering his arms, Caleb can't help but spare a thought for his own scars and how they might look to a stranger, especially in comparison. He has a few, a notable one near his sternum that he's had since Hupperdook, several more scattered across his body from various scrapes over the last year. But it's not those ones he's concerned about. It's the others: methodical, raised, ugly, and far too numerous for just his forearms.

Thankfully Vax'ildan doesn't let him dwell on this line of thinking for long. A warm hand closes over his cock, and even through layers of fabric it's enough to make Caleb swear softly. He bites a Zemnian curse out under his breath as his mind goes blank for a blessed few seconds, registering only pleasure and anticipation and attraction. Heat is spreading quickly through his body, blooming fastest in the places that Vax deigns to touch, especially with his mouth. Marks rise easily on Caleb's skin. Anywhere Vax has a mind to put one will show nicely, and Caleb gives particularly encouraging gasps at the application of teeth.

It's a matter of just a little coordinated shifting and tugging to remove his trousers. Despite the lack of a verbal exchange, the process is smooth and swift, probably because Vax is so attentive. For Caleb, taking his eyes off his face is nearly impossible, enraptured as he is by each questioning glance, the toss of his hair, the way his mouth trails over his skin. And the rush of sensation, bright and focused, just from the brush of his cheek. He can't answer fast enough.

"Yes," he says, voice tight. "I--yes." No one has done that for him yet, not here, so not--

Suffice to say, it's been a long time.

Caleb rests a hand against Vax's shoulder, close enough for his fingers to trace the line of his shoulder blade almost reverently. He wants to spend time exploring all the lines of Vax'ildan's body, memorizing them, burning them into his mind. An inky strand of hair slithers its way forward past where he has spread his fingers, and without even thinking about it Caleb guides it back into place.

caleb is responding well, and so further on vax is spurred. his own arousal comes from getting his partners off, and caleb's excitement goes right to vax's ego. he's smiling a little against his skin, taking in that familiar-yet-new scent of musk and sex, allowing his tongue to show the faintest bit of attention to the base of his cock.

there's a hand on his back, along his shoulder blade, and it causes a glance up, along the plane of caleb's stomach to his eyes. it's a short lived glance, but it's there nonetheless, reassuring vax'ildan that caleb is fine. those red cheeks and stuttered breaths tell him he's more than fine, so he closes his eyes and sets to work.

one thin hand takes caleb by the tip of his cock, holding it to his stomach to keep it out of the way. the touch isn't meant to arouse, but if it does, well. so be it. vax's mouth is the real star of this show, tonguing his way down caleb's hips to his balls. he noses just behind them and lays soft kisses there, just as he begins to work little circles with his fingers against caleb's tip.

the kisses behind his balls move up, tongue leaving a hot trail in his wake, until he's turned his head sideways to run his tongue along the underside of his new lover's arousal. at the tip, he frees him, then swipes his tongue over his slit to swallow the bead of precum he's drawn. already, his lips are a little swollen and reddening, shiny with spit, and he's not even gotten started.

his fingers don't let up their gentle, but consistent pace, tiny circles massaging just under his tip where he's sure he's the most sensitive. vax'ildan's mouth moves back to his base, tonguing the skin he finds there to match his fingers' light and relentless motions.

Edited (a single apostrophe) 2021-02-09 01:47 (UTC)

There is very little Vax'ildan could do at this point that wouldn't arouse him, voluntary or not. But it's definitely true that Caleb is distracted by his mouth again very quickly. The intimate progression of kisses and licks has him tensing, his stomach and thighs going taut and his breathing ticking up to an audible panting. If he wasn't completely hard before, he is by the time Vax's tongue licks up the underside of his cock, all the way up to the leaking tip.

It feels almost unbelievably good, and the way Vax looks doing it has Caleb's teeth scraping across his lower lip to stifle an open moan. He scrambles for something to grab onto. His left hand finds Vax's shoulder again and the right finds a pillow. Good, good--he can drag that behind him, because he won't be able to support himself at this rate, but he wants to keep watching Vax and his pretty brown eyes and slick red lips.

Caleb's hips twitch up involuntarily more than once with Vax's clever fingers playing over that sensitive spot just under the head of his cock. They've barely started, but Caleb is already wrecked, all flushed skin and flexing fingers and blue eyes gone dark with arousal. He can't help the soft noises he makes, grunts and gasps with practically every flick of that tongue against his base.

those deft fingers continue their ministrations, while affectionate tongue leaves hot, wet trails along his shaft. vax has sucked enough dick in his life to know that he's good at it, and caleb's little motions, the barely-there registers of pleasure are enough for vax.

until he looks up at caleb to see him biting that lip, stifling a moan, and now it isn't. now he wants to hear everything caleb has to give him, and he reaches up with his free hand to run curious fingers along his lips. he whispers against his cock, "make noise. i want to hear it. i want to know how good it feels."

vax'ildan changes his actions now, dedicating himself even more to his work. the hand that was working small circles gives him a few strokes to warm him up, and then vax's lips are wrapped around his tip, sucking softly. a glance to check on his lover, and then vax is dipping down on him, taking his length between his lips deeper, deeper. vax is about halfway down when he stops, then slides back off again. he sets a pace, consistent and slow, hopefully enough to drive caleb mad.

Vax gets his wish soon enough. Caleb's lips are still tingling faintly from the brush of Vax's fingers across them, simple but so intimate, when he takes him into his mouth. It's a kick of pure pleasure so strong that he can't help a low, throaty groan, head tipping back against the pillow he's arranged behind him. Vax's mouth feels better than anything he's had in what feels like forever, and the slow rhythm he sets has the effect he was going for and then some. It takes an immense amount of willpower and concentration to keep his hips from jumping up every time Vax sinks down on him, which means he isn't thinking about keeping his voice in check.

His whimpers and stuttered moans are Vax's reward. He's incredibly responsive, driven wild by even the smallest movements or touches. Caleb's hand moves to clutch closer to his neck, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder. The other rests against his own thigh, curling and uncurling restlessly. Heat suffuses his body, climbing sharp and steady with the skillful application of Vax's lips and tongue. His balls feel tight already, and it's painfully obvious to him that he won't last long.

"Vax, Vax'ildan," he gasps. Thoroughly distracted by his building pleasure, he hardly knows what to say. Should he apologize? Beg him to keep going? "You are--this is--" Even his voice sounds strained, unsteady, and he doesn't finish that thought. He probably doesn't have to. The signs are glaringly obvious that if they continue at this rate, Caleb is going to come in his mouth very shortly.

caleb responds beautifully to vax's request, arching into his mouth, touching him everywhere. there's so much of him, his body is beautiful and hot and vax'ildan's focus is intent on the cock in his mouth. precome is swallowed with every upstroke, and on the downstroke, he massages his shaft with his tongue. he can feel those tell-tale signs, the twitches and the tightening of muscle, the way his cock flexes in his mouth, the surge of precome that tastes bitter on his tongue.

vax'ildan keeps up his work, his grip and his wet mouth working caleb nearly to his climax. when vax feels as though he's at his closest edge, he releases him abruptly, dropping him out of his mouth and releasing his hand. he gasps for air as his mouth is freed, his jaw still slack and lips swollen red. eyes stay trained on caleb, all while vax presses affectionate kisses to his thighs and his hips.

"not yet," he whispers, "i want to ride you, if you'll have me."

00. Arrival

I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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