vatheon | 4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

[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.]

[It will be alright. Darkleer just thinks this to himself as he begins to patiently knead at the stiff, tense muscles which are now practically taking over Summoner's back. And every movement has the greatest care taken to make sure that those wings are not touched. He reveres those wings, almost, with how much time he has spent with nature and watching it unfold through life. And to be able to fly...]

[Those fingers tightening in his hair just add to this light feeling coursing through his body and he raises one hand even as he moves against those hips pressing down on his. Ages since he's had a warm body pressing against his like this, and he wants all that he's been missing these past sweeps. The tongue he can feel is given a quick suck while his fingers curl around the base of Summoner's horn, keeping him there, keeping him close.]

[A soft moan, feeling hands knead at the muscles in his back. It'd probably be easier for Darkleer to do that if his wings opened a little... with them so tightly closer, they're practically folding over his hands as they move around. A reluctant pause before he finally does so, opening them a little behind him, like paper rubbing against itself as the large orange appendages rise, slowly, patiently. Summoner seems to focus as he's doing this, the kissing a little slower. Normally he would just tell the other person on to touch his back... but.]

Just... be careful...

[Said between kissing, his voice worried, eyes opening for a moment to glance at Darkleer's. And then a shudder, curling closer to the larger troll, his hands letting go of the hair as he lets out a pleasured whine from the hand gripping the base of his horn. The moan melts into Darkleer's mouth as he pushes to kiss him again, sucking on Darkleer's tongue in turn and rolling his own around it as he pulls himself closer, legs tight at his sides.]

Always...

[That's all he can say before they're pressed tight to one another once more, lips locking, tongues tangling, hands holding tightly...]

[Not one to miss things, Darkleer notices that tempting whine and shifts his hand even closer to where horn connects against skull. He rubs his fingers right against that area, brushing against the hair there. His body shifts beneath Summoner's, wanting to move closer but unable to do so in this kind of position- properly, anyway. But at least his hands will be able to do so much more than the rest of him can do, rubbing along those sensitive spots which bring out more from the orangeblood...]

[To anyone else, perhaps this would be too quick for a relationship so new, but for trolls, it's a bit more... natural. It's just expected to couple under limited time, to contribute to the genetic slurry. And when the two of them have wanted this for so long, the closeness already there...]

[Darkleer has to crane his head a bit to continue kissing Summoner with how close they're pressing against one another, but the ache in his neck is well worth it.]

[To be fair, Summoner doesn't really have a time restriction on this sort of thing. There really never has been a need to ease into this so this speed feels completely natural. And with the tension they've had, especially recently, it only supports their eagerness more.]

[The hand on his horn is really taking away from his concentration but unlike Darkleer, he's pretty used to this, it hasn't been sweeps and sweeps of time since he's been intimate. Granted, this is an entirely different kind of intimacy, but still. He's doing well to focus as he wheezes and sighs into Darkleer's mouth as they kiss. Lysunder straightens his back as his hands move up into his hair again, and he suddenly stops.]

[Shit, wait, shit.]

[A breath, his body tensing, wings flickering.]

Should we-we, slow down?

[Another breath, gasped. And those words are something he's never said before in his entire life. He should ask though... right. Like, since this is a 'thing' now. And being a 'thing' he should... ask, and not... push, or anything. Right? Because that was respectful and, uh... yeah? Just looking at Darkleer with a rather confused expression, doing his best to not making too many more noises, even with the other's hands still in their places.]

Mnnn... What?

[A bit dazed, Darkleer blinks. Slow down? That certainly wasn't something he expected to hear, with the rate things were going. Is Summoner... honestly trying? To make this work? To think of what he wants?]

[...Oh.]

[Darkleer doesn't smile, not quite, but he looks up at Summoner with a soft kind of appreciation and traces circles against his back. ]

Only if you want to. I am more than fine with this, Lysunder. I'm alright. Besides, should you stop...

[This time, there's just a quick flicker of a smile, and then it's gone as he leans in to kiss his neck again.]

I might find myself speaking poetry to you once more, just to hear those stutterings of yours...

[Do you think he's lying, Summoner? Let him dispel that for you.]

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season it might be;
Summer or winter for aught I can say...

[Better interrupt him quick, or else he'll keep going.]

[Hey now, he's really trying here. It's pretty tough for Lysunder to stop himself once he starts doing like this, and still he managed to in order to just ask Darkleer if he was comfortable. Darkleer's response is quickly replied to with a shake of his head, perfectly fine with the speed himself.]

I'm okay, I just felt I should maybe ask if y-y-you wer-Oh, I n-no you don't have t-

[But yep, that is... more really embarrassing poetry, making his chest tighten and his face heat up. Summoner whines slightly, a rather quiet distressed whine, hands going to Darkleer's cheeks again, pulling him into a kiss to yes, pretty much shut him up. His kiss is pushing, forceful, but still shaking and fuck if the word shy is ever used for him, but it's accurate with how those overly romantic words make him feel.]

[There's a huff of breath against Summoner's lips that might be a silent chuckle, and then Darkleer is pushing back, nipping at his lips and licking what little marks he leaves. Still loosely holding onto Summoner's horn, he brushes his thumb against the earrings he wears.]

[This is beautiful. This is lovely. He almost doesn't want to leave.]

[Carefully, he removes the hand from Summoner's back and presses it against the ground behind himself so that he can lean back, offering all his body for Summoner to press down upon.]

[As Darkleer has plainly told him to lay forward, Summoner's already doing it, scooting forward and pressing against the other troll, body moving completely in sync with Darkleer's. His legs clench around the other's hips, rocking his own against him as he pushes into the kiss, smoothing his tongue over the blue blood's and nipping his lip with his fangs.]

In the w-woods you say?

[Again kissing, hand sliding down Darkleer's chest slowly, the other gripping one of the other's horns, trying to concentrate himself even with a hand to one of his own.]

On the ground you say?

[A slight laugh, rocking his hips forward again, wings opening a little more to flutter and rest behind him in a more comfortable position now that he's moved.]

How simply feral of you, like the beasts I say.

[A grin, taking a deep breath as go his hands jerk down to grip Darkleer's waist as he grinds his hips down hard.]

4 ♐ The Subtle Grace of Gravity

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They're watching right now. Stiiiill watching.

oh nooo!

Fff. I think, Darkleer's icons drew them in.

As they rightfully should. /finger steeple

Heh.

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