vatheon | 4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

[Darkleer's shiver makes his hand clench around the long hair tighter and Summoner loves the way it feels, stinging as it wraps and snags around his fingers. He's always loved long hair, and the few times he's gotten to touch Darkleer's it... it always made him want to more, and finally he can just feel it. Summoner's other hand moves up to Darkleer's cheek, cupping it with his fingers spread, tight, both hands pulling Darkleer into the kiss hard as he pushes his own head forward, movements ravenous.]

[First thing he notes, Darkleer, while still a rigid tight ass, isn't some hack. When he kisses him, it's, hell, he can't really describe it. Experience sure, but maybe it was something else. Was this what it was like to kiss someone you really felt something for? The other's lips are cool and maybe he's just... been wanting it for too long without getting it, but he can't help how eager he is.]

Flying to my speed now, got game, kid?

[Snickers, his snarky tone is back, but it's a little less cocky with how much his breathing is rasping right now. Lysuner smirks, pulling back only to swing a leg around him, knees bent on either side of the other troll, sitting down on his lap with his wings smoothing behind him. He drags a gaze up to Dural, nostrils flaring and jerks his head up just slightly, nodding his chin in her direction before going sliding his hands forward around Darkleer's neck and into his hair again.]

Mmn, chatty...

[Darkleer barely notices Dural's off and subsequent take off, flapping away to disappear into the canopy. He's far too interested in Summoner's weight suddenly shifting to his lap. Keeping his hand right where it is, he leans back and stares p at him through half-lidded eyes. Each shift of fingers in his hair makes him sigh and lean into the touch. He adores the heat in Summoner's fingertips, and the calluses there from wielding a lance. It's a rough but soft touch, familiar in that manner, and it soothes his insecurities.]

Always too chatty... Enough to drive a troll mad.

[But there's still that hesitant, awkward smile on his face as he tentatively tries teasing the other troll in return, not sure if he's doing it right still. His hand slips further around Summoner's hip until it's settled on his lower back. Gently, he begins to rub there, mussing the folds of his shirt and the zipper trail there. Only occasionally does his finger dip a little lower, enough to hint but never going further than that.]

At least you're gracing me with it instead of tormenting certain other bluebloods with your wretched teasing.

[Yeah, he saw you messing with his kid, Summoner, but you get a free pass... for now.]

Uh, really, would you expect any different from me?

[A grin, craning his neck forward and touching their foreheads as he smiles. Chatty? Come on, Darkleer should know that already. Even if they haven't done anything like this-- thank the Alternia moons they are now-- Darkleer should have been able to guess Summoner would be a bit talkative during.]

But at least I drove you mad enough to be here right now. [A small nervous laugh, tightening his legs around him and scooting forward on his lap.] Think I would love to tell the Tink I met when I first got here that he'd be saliva swapping with that perverted rebel lowblood he just had to talk to everytime he saw that alluring orange text.

[Another laugh, this time a little more confident, hands moving up through his hair until they reach his horns and he presses and rubs his thumbs around the bases lightly.]

Think you'd, or rather, he'd believe me? [Though he stops his hands for a moment, frowning.]

Hey, I was just talking to the kid, hardly tormenting. Besides, I might end up seeing him more now? Uh, despite the whole, clown business, but still. Should I try to get along with him as much as possible?

Uh... granted. [Glance to the side.] He doesn't seem to be taking to well to me. Thinks I'm bothering you too much and stuff...

[A snort- of course he hadn't expected anything particularly different when it came to Lysunder. However, as they were, it hadn't particularly seemed worth the effort to make the conversation extraordinarily original. Not to mention it can be occasionally difficult to think of proper speech where there is his matesprit on his lap. You know. On account of certain reasons.]

[It's especially hard to contribute meaningfully to this conversation when there are fingers around the base of his horns. Even just a bit of rubbing makes his breath catch and it takes him a brief second to find his voice.]

I'd call you an arrogant, delusional fool, no doubt, and be quite annoyed for the rest of the day...

[As he becomes just a bit more shy at the idea of Equius, Darkleer sighs softly and in a pleasant way. Nudging his head closer and tilting it to the side, he begins to speak along Summoner's jawline.]

Well... Until not too long ago, you were incredibly vexing and caused me no small amount of stress... But things have changed.

Besides, if you can somehow, against all reason, get me to feel this way towards you... I'm sure you will endear Equius towards you.

[Speaking of Equius, Darkleer is reminded of something. Closing his eyes, he begins to murmur down against Summoner's jawline and towards his throat- a peculiar kind of kissing, in a way.]

O my luve's like a red, red rose.
That's newly sprung in June;
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

[A fleeting kiss to his earlobe.]

As fair art thou, my bonnie lad,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o'life shall run.

[Another to the pulse in his throat.]

And fare thee weel my only Luve
And fare thee weel a while
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
So, little, youthful soldier come
Into my ample, feverish heart
For heaven and earth and sea and sky
Do melt as love hath melt my heart.

[One last one, to the area between neck and shoulder.]

[Proper speech? Summoner's getting back into managing that by now. As had been said earlier, once they started to move into the groove of things Lysunder began calming down, began to start getting back that charm and grace. A sly smirk when Darkleer pauses, he can hear that catch in his throat once his fingers touch his horns, and Summoner leans in slightly, shoulders shrugged forward, lips parted. He doesn't press his fingers again though, not yet. He has to wait and let Darkleer response to him at least.]

The whole rest of the day? Grudge much? [Snickers smiling as Darkleer leans his head closer. Summoner looks down, as if trying to see Darkleer's lips move as he speaks, but it's a bit difficult from this angle.]

I hope he does. The kid reminds me a lot of you, you know. He-

[He starts but then he stops, eyebrows curving, lips tight and set on his face. He listens to the words coming out of Darkleer's mouth and immediately begins to start tensing up. His eyes widen, hands pulling back, elbows squished to his sides.]

[Poetry? Is he... reciting poetry right now!? Why is he... uh.]

Y-you're- [A hitch, feeling the kiss at his ear and he slightly curls away, dipping his chin near his chest and closing his eyes. Oh god, why is he reciting poetry right now? How is he supposed to even react to that, that's so embarrassing.]

Ngh... nnn.

[A whine as the next kiss hits his neck and his face flares up orange, hand's curled in his lap and gripping the lower hem of his shirt tightly. He really doesn't know how to react to this lovey poetry right now. And when he was just starting to get a bit of confidence back in this particular situation. The poetry wasn't bad though, and he definitely couldn't say he didn't like it. But it was just so... Sickening romantic and the way Darkleer kissed about his neck as he spoke, it was tender and caring and he. Has no. Idea how to reply. So instead he just kind of clams up, face warm, eyebrows concerned.]

W-Wha... What are y-you doing!?

[If he were feeling a bit more unkind, Darkleer could almost laugh at the way Summoner fidgets in his lap. He's so young and inexperienced, unsure of what to do. Yes, Darkleer has seen quite a few 'nymphs' experience romance for the first time. He was one himself. But Lysunder makes him realize just how endearing all the little quirks and responses are... or maybe it's just himself that makes it so endearing. The way he bows his head as if that would do anything with how close they are, the way he kneads at his own shirt and pants...]

[Darkleer keeps his face right where it is and hums in contentment.]

I would think it was obvious.

But, it, ...Damnit.

[He clenches his fangs, huffing with an agitated sound leaving his throat. He can't even remember what he was doing, where he had been going before. Now those words just keep sounding out in his mind and it just keeps embarrassing him to think Darkleer actually just... said all that to him. And not in some kind of, wooing false way, but in a legitimate and intimate way and ugh, ugh.]

[Summoner slouches, digging his face into the side of Darkleer's neck, at the space turning into his shoulder, his back arched forward.]

W-why would you... You even say all that.

[Sorry, Summoner, but this is a thing that Darkleer has spent a long while playing. Some of it has gone against him, as a matter of fact, which he can't particularly say he didn't like. But right now, to know he can reduce the normally talkative, confident, brilliant Cavalreaper to this blushing, shy mess of a troll...]

[And just him, as far as he knows...]

[Well, it does something for his confidence. And he likes it when he stutters.]

[Turning his head to the side, Darkleer makes sure to have both his voice and breath go right into Summoner's ear.]

Why wouldn't I?

[It's this actual romance business, he just. He can deal with it if it's just shallow intimacy. If it's just a night or two, nothing deep, nothing with strings attached. He could recite poetry for hours if that's all it was, but this? It's something entirely different an just plain embarrassing.]

[Even if it's... kind of nice. In a really lame kind of way...]

Neh-

[A quick breath, shrinking in more when he feels the breath at his ear. Lysunder lets out a long, deep breath, wearily looking out of the corner of his eye, hands still tight on his shirt hem.]

I, don't, because it's just, uh, really confusing and w-w-weird?

I rather think you're merely shy.

[Perhaps Summoner can feel the way Darkleer's lips curl against his skin. Not a smile, exactly, but certainly a smirk. Darkleer isn't hiding just how pleased he is at this development.]

[Consider it... payback. For all those times over the SFC that Summoner got him so very flustered.]

[...And has he mentioned that, even if the hemospectrum dictates that orange spreading across Summoner's face is of less worth than Darkleer's own blue blood... He likes see it like this, warming his skin.]

I suppose you're the one who cannot fly to my speed, mmm?

[Snort.]

Shy. [No way.] Not me. [Yeah, no, 'w' is a no no letter at times like this. Summoner takes a deep breath, trying to straighten his posture and lift his head. He breathes in deep as he moves his arms up and around Darkleer's head, pressing their forehead's together. His own expression is set, well, trying to be. It's a much of stern and thoughtfulness but it really just looks like he's trying to cover up the need to shy away again. That orange flush is still there unfortunately, he knows it is, he can feel it.]

Fly? I'm sure that's not the problem here. I'm merely just [Testing the waters?] Judging the situation. [Yeah!] Like, figuring out the next best move. [Yeah!!] If I rush into things it w-w-w-FUCKIT. [DAMNIT.]

[He's laughing at you, Summoner.]

[No, it's not an aloud kind of laughter at all. Not even the slightest of snickers.]

[But... Well, Summoner is on his lap. It would be impossible not to feel the way Darkleer's body is shaking in silent laughter. It would be impossible to not see the way his lips are stretched out in a grin, teeth bared in a way that's actually positive. Even his glasses have slipped down the bridge of his nose, unreliable cheap things that they are, and are revealing some of his eyes which are shining in mirth.]

[...It doesn't look like he's going to stop any time soon.]

[Summoner frowns, scrunching his nose and flicking his ears as he hears the laughter, but he soon stops, realizing that... yeah, shit, Darkleer is chuckling. That's not something you hear everyday... or every sweep. Realizing it actually made Summoner stop for a moment, just listening.]

[It's low, a rumbling, Summoner can feel it quake under him as he sits on Darkleer's lap, and he himself wouldn't realize it, but Darkleer might-- his face manages to drift away from that embarrassed agitation to something a lot sweeter. Eyes widens, lips just barely curling up at the corners. A kind of wonder as he listens and sees the look on Darkleer's face.]

Heh... W-Well shit...

[What? What just happened?]

[The nearly inaudible laughter comes to a stop as Darkleer looks momentarily confused before realizing just what has caught Summoner's attention so deftly. In a heartbeat, a flush of his own is spreading over the bridge of his nose and down to the tips of his ears. It shouldn't be such an... event, for him to show... something, but that was practically eons ago.]

[It feels like that long.]

[Freezing up, he schools his expression back into neutrality, although there's no fighting the embarrassment clear in his eyes.]

What.

I just...

[Smiles a little more, enjoying the flush dusting over Darkleer's face. Summoner moves his hands to the sides of the other's glasses and slowly takes them off, setting them to the side and looking into his eyes with a rather joyful expression of his own.]

I wish I could have caught it.

Ah, I don't...

[Hesitantly, Darkleer's hands rise up, but he's too slow- perhaps purposefully slow, although he might not want to admit it. His glasses are gone, his defense is gone, and...]

Caught... what?

That moment.

[Said with a slight chuckle as his hands go to cup either side of Darkleer's face, thumbs brushing soft over his cheeks, under the deep blue bags under his eyes. Summoner isn't really trying to be romantic right now, that's not the aim. He really is kinda bummed he doesn't have any means to record that sound or image of Darkleer laughing like that.]

It was not anything special.

[But the words are said slowly, and the hesitance could not be more clear. How could anything about him be special enough to earn staring such as that?]

Hmmm~

[A thoughtful sound as he moves his hands back to start slowly grinding his finger tips against Darkleer's scalp, having yet to break their gaze. The light orange on his cheeks is still there, but he's calming down now, as long as he doesn't think about that poetry...]

I think, I, uh, can be the judge of that. And being special tends to make things y-you do special too.

[Oh. This is nothing short of underhanded, now. Darkleer's breath catches as he feels those nails in his hair, against his skin, and his eyelids flutter. This is cheating. That is all there is to it.]

I'm hardly special. You're... just being foolish.

[Such an excellent comeback, clearly.]

[Hey, at least he isn't a stuttering mess anymore. Summoner chuckles, moving his hands all the way back and gripping tight onto Darkleer's hair behind his head as he presses their forehead together again. His mouth moves forward to snag his lower lip with his fangs, just for a moment before letting go to speak.]

Special to me. And y-yeah, heh, we-we've already established me as the fool.

[Such a snarky bastard he is.]

[Now it's Darkleer's turn to not know what to do in such a... romantic moment. He nearly learns into those fangs against his mouth and is left floundering when Summoner pulls them away. His eyes are wide with no small amount of confusion and uncertainty, and he continues to glance away and back again.]

I'm.... Thank you.

[It's the only thing he can think to say.]

Here, this way, y-you don't have to talk. [Chuckles, eyes slimming, grinning slowly.]

Because it's obviously showing to be a bit difficult for you right now.

[Oh yeah, reins gotten back. And with that he'll push into a kiss again, snapping Darkleer lip again with his fangs and clamping down just before any skin is broken. He pulls Darklee's head back a little with his hands, still clenched tight, and pushes deep into the kiss, his shoulders shrugged close, tongue gliding over Darkleer's fangs. Again with that swell in his chest when he kisses him. It's just so different from kissing someone else, it actually feels like something, and not just the physical touch. It's like a need to keep going, a yearning in his ribcage.]

[And for right now, he will most certainly agree with this course of action. It saves Darkleer the trouble of trying to figure out a proper response against the conflicted, confusing emotions inside of himself. Easier to just give in and do things the Cavalreaper's way, for once.]

[So Darkleer shivers and lets his hands slide down Summoner's sides again, over his ribs and around to his back. His fingers take such the greatest care in avoiding Summoner's wings, instead tracing around the skin around them with a kind of curious yearning. Flashy as the wings are, they are undeniably beautiful, fragile and complicated and yet unbelievably sturdy...]

[At that tongue pressing against his mouth and fangs, Darkleer finally relents and shyly opens his own mouth a bit more. His own tongue is hesitant only briefly before he makes a small noise in the back of his throat and just pushes forward, the muscle slipping against Summoner's.]

[The attention at his back makes him tense a little, Darkleer might be able to feel the way his muscles stiffen, how his wings seem to flicker, as if scared, and then tighten behind him, curling flush with his back. His wings are a touchy subject, and though he's always weary about any attention given to them, the way Darkleer's hands feel on his back is perfect. Ever since they grew in the muscles there have gotten so much more built and sensitive and the way the other's finger tips lightly dance over them makes him sigh a deep breath into Darkleer's mouth. Still he stays a little tense though, knowing Darkleer wouldn't do anything to damage them, but just always paranoid about people moving their hands near them.]

[As soon as he feels Darkleer's tongue he pushes forward more, scooting closer on his lap, hips rubbing against the other's. His tongue coils around the one finally pushing towards his mouth and his hands clench tighter, a wave of pleasure moving through his system.]

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