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From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ It's nowhere near enough. Not for someone who feels like he's dying of thirst, in multiple senses of the word. Blearily, it feels like a dream to have the other man here, to watch him slowly discard his outer clothing in a way that makes a particularly desperate part of him throb, and if he were even a little more conscious he'd be embarrassed by how easily he reacts to any and every thing the other man does right now. ]

[ Ayato's voice sends a sharp tingle down his spine as he teases him and those slow, soft touches are agonizing. There's no relief to be found, all it does is leave Thoma in desperate need for- ]

More.

[ He murmurs the word, nearly moans it at the feeling of Ayato's tongue over his ear. His back arches slightly to chase out his touch; it's not where he wants it, needs it so very badly, but even just a hand on his skin feels miles better than nothing. ]

[ He would never dare to ask for the things he does now, the haze in his mind overpowering all sensibility as he finally, finally, asks for everything he's ever only fantasized about in this cloudlike dream he thinks he's having. ]

Please, kiss me Ayato. Touch me- more.

I need it, need you.

From:

acquirement

{ considering how closely he's being watched now, none of it really goes missed. every single gasp, moan and plea being savoured like fine wine. which is exactly how he plans to continue with this, to perhaps drive him so crazy his sanity teeters on the edge of snapping.

as soon as thoma arches up, ayato's hand is pushing him back down towards the bed. he uses the way he's leaning into him to his advantage to keep him pinned down as best as he can. }

Can you hear how greedy you're being right now, Thoma? { there's a wonder of whose sanity will break first, how much he'll be able to keep himself in check to enjoy this for as long as possible. to tear more of those noises and movements from the other. ayato only has so much patience himself. } Let-- { his hand moves from where he's pinning him to the bed, sliding over his stomach and across until he can tenderly rub his fingertips over thoma's wrist, where he's still touching himself under the blankets that barely hide him. } --go first, and then I'll give you what you want.

{ maybe not right away, but a reward will be due if he follows the instruction. while he waits, his mouth slides down across thoma's jaw, lips dragging across the skin until he can reach thoma's mouth. he holds still, his breath puffing softly against lips before sinking down to fulfil that first request despite saying he'd only do it if he let go first. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ Thoma is over here dying of wish-driven desires and Ayato is asking him for the impossible. It feels impossible, at least, to remove his hand from where it's curled and to take away the grounding he needs so desperately right now. ]

[ But the promise that the other man gives him sounds so much sweeter, so much more tempting than Thoma could possibly deny right now. Those fingers over his wrist are the last bit of encouragement he needs to finally let go, his hand withdrawing from under the sheet to clutch at the thin fabric instead, damp with his own sweat and come from his earlier failed attempts to relieve himself. None of it had helped, nothing had even come close to the sense of relief that Ayato's lithe fingers do with even the simplest touch. ]

[ And he's rewarded so much sooner than he expected for it, his jumbled mind unable to process that Ayato's lips had found his before he'd even followed that gentle order. He wishes he could say he was sweet about the way he kisses Ayato, but that'd be as filthy of a lie as the way he actually does kiss him. Hungry and heated and demanding in a way Thoma never usually is, he kisses him like he needs every inch of Ayato's mouth to live, groaning openly with desire. Which is more or less how he feels anyway. ]

Ayato... My lord...

[ He murmurs his name and title between the kisses he seeks from Ayato's mouth, his desire for more laid bare before him. ]

From:

acquirement

{ however he thought he'd last through this, ayato has forgotten already. his mouth ends up practically devoured and he isn't prepared for the sheer feeling of want that does to him in turn. it's to the point he forgets his name, almost for a moment, before thoma is murmuring it between the fiercely hot kisses that make his mouth burn. as much as he may have teased and tried to push thoma with this, he quickly finds that his fingers are curling tight into thoma's hair, eyes squeezing shut as he struggles to just keep up.

perhaps, just this once, he severely miscalculated.

he has to be the first to break the kiss, if only because it's hard to breathe with how thoma barely pauses, and rests his forehead against his collarbone as he tries to collect himself. he gasps for air, chest heaving from the strain of it. years of practice don't really work on holding back the flush that's taken over his face now.

he forces his fingers entangled in hair to pull away, shifting himself to lift up enough so he can use thoma's shoulder as support. he's shaky, he knows he is, when he finally lifts his other leg onto the bed and pushes himself upright, straddling the other. thanks to the intensity he's already received he doesn't actually take more than a moment before he lets himself sink down, shifting his hips until he can rut gently against him through the soft fabric of the blanket and his own clothes which feel incredibly uncomfortable by now as well. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ Oh. Oh. ]

[ If Thoma thought he was being tortured by his own unsatisfied need before, everything before this singular moment was nothing. Laying restlessly in bed alone couldn't be compared to the warm, firm pressure settling against his groin, moving against him and sending sparks of pleasure through his body that make the man gasp openly into the quiet air. Fill it with soft moans again as he tries to roll his hips back up against the other man. ]

A-Ayato...

[ Desperation soaks through in his voice again, his soft plea for more as his free hand comes up to rest blindly on Ayato's thigh. His touch is hot like the rest of him, and he grips onto Ayato hard in an attempt to steady himself, but there's no way he can. No possible way he can right now. ]

Ayato, Ayato, please.

Edited Date: 2023-03-27 11:01 pm (UTC)

From:

acquirement

{ his thigh is likely going to bruise at this rate, and even if it doesn't bruise it feels as though his skin is burning through his clothes. }

I suppose you've not tried to use your hand again, have you? { it's a mumble when he speaks, voice deeper in a way that surprises himself. } So maybe that reward is due. { he starts by reaching for thoma's hand that had moved to clutch at the thin blanket, coaxing him to let go so he can lift their joined fingers to his mouth. he won't make the mistake of leaning down for a kiss again, just because he may not survive another round of that, but he will kiss the pads of thoma's fingertips and slide his tongue over the digits.

he only manages to give himself a small amount of relief, but the desperation in thoma's voice drives him to stop and shift himself back until he can pull the blanket away as well. }

You're doing very well. { there's a hint of adoration in the way he says that and looks at him, finishing the words by finally reaching his other hand to wrap around thoma, stroking him where he's been begging for all this time. it's still painfully slow, but it should ease some of that frustration--maybe? }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ If he ever catches sight of those bruises he's inevitably leaving on Ayato's thigh while in a right state of mind, he'll probably prostrate himself in front of the man and beg for forgiveness. How dare he leave marks on Ayato's precious skin!! ]

[ Good thing Thoma's not in his right state of mind. Instead, it spins with Ayato's softly spoken words and gentle actions that still manage to set Thoma's skin ablaze. His hand is lifted without protest and he can only watch through lidded eyes as Ayato traces his lips and tongue over his fingers in a way that sends him reeling in need. ]

A-Ah..!

[ What was undoubtedly another moan of Ayato's name stumbles into a garbled mess of a groan as Ayato gives him that reward he's been begging for, trying again to rock into that hand that moves so agonizingly slow. It's both so good and so bad at the same time. ]

Ah- good, feels good-

From:

acquirement

{ honestly if they aren't visible, he doesn't care as much as thoma likely would. his thigh is hardly going to be a place anyone else will see, it's easy to ignore for now. in fact, if he allows himself to dwell on it, he's probably one of the very few people who would be allowed that privilege.

thankfully neither of them have to dwell on it right now. }

Is this what you wanted? { his voice is a little muffled as he turns thoma's hand, kissing into his palm, nuzzling his own cheek against it. his hand keeps that relentless slow yet steady pace, giving him something, but still not enough. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

Yes, please, yes more.

[ He's contradicting himself but he doesn't have the mind to pay to it. All he can focus on right now is the gentle way Ayato's kissing over his hand and the methodical pulls over his erection that pulses with need with each one. It's mind numbingly good. He's so close, already has been sitting at his edge before Ayato even entered the room and he knows he's about to lose it with just a little more. ]

Ayato, please-!

[ He's so close. ]

From:

acquirement

{ it is a contradiction, the words jumbled perhaps as much as expected given the state he's in. ayato takes a moment's breath to steal himself before he's taking that same hand he's holding thoma's with to lean and press it down against the bed next to his head. his fingers are holding tight for dear life as he lets himself shift forward, giving a false sense of security as soft kisses are peppered along thoma's neck again, moving up until he can speak in his ear again. }

Then let go, I'm right here.

{ before his hand speeds up, palm and fingers unrelenting this time as he attaches his mouth to thoma's again, eyes slightly open in a haze to watch as best as he can while trying to steal all those moans and gasps thoma keeps making. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ He comes on command, embarrassingly so if he were to give thought to it but Ayato's softly spoken permission strikes him right where it affects him the most. His hips arch up as he releases himself right into Ayato's hand with another unrestrained moan. A moan that's swallowed up by that waiting mouth, Thoma's body quivering with the force of finally finding satisfaction amongst the haze before he slumps back onto the bed. His eyes are more unfocused than ever, panting and mouth hanging open as he tries desperately to catch his breath. ]

Ayato... Ayato...

[ His mind is still a fuzzy haze, dazed as he is, but a bit more clarity returns, just enough to murmur the other man's name again as he squeezes that hand in his with affection. His free hand slides up Ayato's waist, over his hip to grip at his waist, encouraging that press down of his body. Because, as Ayato can very much feel, he's still hard. Twitching with sensitivity but still shifting into his touch with need. ]

You... want you...

[ The open greediness he displays is a clear sign he still hasn't regained himself yet, but he's probably getting better if he can think about something other than Ayato's hand on his dick. ]

From:

acquirement

{ the fact the thoma really does follow the order so quickly has his eyes shutting tight, exhaling sharply before he can hold it back. it gets lost into the edge of that kiss, muffled against hot lips and tongue, and then he's pulling his mouth away to let both of them have space to breathe again.

he feels dizzy, as though he still can't get enough oxygen into his lungs, riding a high that wasn't even his.

he'd been ready to pull himself back again to give himself a bit more space to collect himself, when that hand on his waist pulls him back down. his hand ends up trapped between them, remnants of thoma's orgasm smearing his fingers and clothes before he can make further complaint. granted, it's difficult to complain when he gets pressure from his own need being pulled against thoma's thigh.

maybe it is his sanity that snaps first, because he laughs under his breath, warm but utterly enchanted by the neediness he's being faced with. }

I'm starting to worry we gave you too much stamina training.

{ he'd mentioned something about a wish before, but that trivial piece of information has been long forgotten. oops. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ A small detail they can deal with later. ]

[ By deal with, I mean Thoma absolutely dying with embarrassment and begging for forgiveness rather than more of Ayato's body, but that's a problem for later them. ]

[ There are much more pleasant things to think about right now. Like the tickle against his skin Ayato's laugh gives and that warm stirring inside of him that couples with it. Even in a haze he thinks Ayato's laughter is wonderful and it's a sound he could get just as addicted to as his kisses. ]

I want...

[ He murmurs in a half daze as a little more clarity seeps in, tilting his head press a hot kiss against Ayato's neck. ]

Want to feel good with you, m'lord...

From:

acquirement

{ oh he'll be forgiven rather easily for this, letting him live it down though? that's another thing entirely.

thoma is going to have so many unfortunately timed reminders of this.

right now though? he's not even thinking about how he'll manage to embarrass thoma later. he's actually enjoying the moment for what it is, so many carefully crafted walls feeling as though they've crashed down as he allows himself to succumb while they're in this locked room together.

if he's sent home to teyvat and remembers what it's like to have this, it'll be bitter, of course it will.

but what ifs are cruel.

instead his head tilts to allow that kiss against his skin, sighing out as his hair falls across his face. }

Does it not feel good already? { at least he still has the mind to tease him for not being more specific } Look at the mess you made.

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ ... Just let him die here and now, at least he'll die happy. ]

[ Thoma shows a little more of his non-wish-affected self with his kisses, affectionate and soft and near-worshipping with a growing desire underlying each one. As if silently asking for permission to kiss more, elsewhere, anything Ayato would give him if he likes what Thoma is doing. ]

I want you to feel good.

[ It's the most coherent thing he's managed to say so far and of course it's about someone else entirely and not his own hazy and horny state. The mess he's made is nothing compared to the idea sinking into his mind of finding release together with Ayato. It's a thought that makes him squirm, shifts his legs against the other man and curl his arm behind his waist in both a desperate attempt to keep him close and find something to hold onto so he can grind his hips up again, furthering the mess. ]

You.. addictive...

From:

acquirement

{ but where's the fun in that?

but his eyes do flutter at the softer kisses on his skin, reminded of that same warmth he'd felt sink into his skin when he'd discovered how nice it was to just sit still and hold hands with the other in that peaceful moment. of course, this is vastly different, in a number of ways.

it's enough that thoma will get a softer set of words in response to his words this time, less teasing, much more honest. } I already feel goo--hah

{ how he's taken by surprise as he's pulled in tight he doesn't know, everything they've done so far he's been able to counter in some form or other.

he manages to pull his hand free from between them, reaching up to grip thoma's shoulder to have something as leverage so he can help the movement by pressing back down against him. it provides little relief when he's still pretty much fully clothed in comparison though, even if he'd started this solely with the intent to help thoma find release then let him calm down on his own. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ In the most belated realization ever (please forgive him, he's high on wishing bone(r) right now), Thoma can feel the evidence that Ayato's been affected by ... all of this. He finally realizes that weight, hardness against his leg is Ayato and the thought has him heated all over again. ]

[ Sorry but he's absolutely useless in getting Ayato undressed, that hand on Ayato's back trailing down to the curve of his ass. The tip of his thumb catches on his waistband, hooking there while the rest of his fingers and palm spread shamelessly, gripping down so he can rock up against him again. ]

Let's- feel better-

[ He has to pause for a moment, licking absently over his lips before dipping in for more of those needy kisses. ]

Together... want to feel you more.

From:

acquirement

{ in all fairness to thoma, he'd purposefully been avoiding pressing down to make it obvious. it's a lot harder to focus on just enjoying the faces, gasps and moans thoma makes when his own mind feels hazy and distracted. it's part of the reason why he kept stopping those kisses before they got out of hand earlier.

whatever efforts he'd tried, seem to be lost now. whatever self discipline had been left is gone as he lets himself give into the moment, returning the kiss with as much need and desperation. he groans into the kiss, approving as thoma's hand slides down to grip him and uses the momentum to cause more friction between their bodies. }

I think-- { which feels like a wonder in itself right now, doesn't it? } --I may be a little overdressed for that.

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

Mm, I'll- let me.

[ Not listening to the guy who has only been able to think with his lower head for the last hour or so was probably a good idea. Giving into his soft begging, in turn, was probably a bad idea, but one that was going to feel oh so good. In Thoma's mind anyway, which was still a haze of need so. Maybe not the best judge of the situation right now. ]

[ Imagination and experience give way to efficiency; even if Thoma can't think straight now, especially not while still trying to kiss Ayato, his hand move to get Ayato's shirt off with a practice of hundreds of times over. What isn't practiced is the way he slides his hand over Ayato's bared back the moment he can, tracing over his skin with an obvious adoration. ]

From:

acquirement

{ perhaps he had been only able to think with his dick for the past hour or so, but the fact that ayato ensured he enjoyed himself is proof enough that he's willing to indulge him in moments like this.

besides, after so many years of being looked after, it's hardly difficult to give him what he asks when he finds he quite likes this too.

it probably shouldn't be a surprise his shirt is pulled off faster than he expects, even if ayato helps the process by moving with him to make it easier. it's likely ended up on the floor somewhere, and cool air prickles his skin that feels incredibly warm now.

it feels nice to be able to just arch into that touch, taking breaks between kisses to simply watch thoma's face with awe that he can't quite put into words.

it's a little hard to believe this is happening, but the contact definitely grounds that fact and-- }

Yours too.

{ thoma may have been mostly naked from the start but his own shirt was still in place from before, the only good thing about it is that if he leans back to make it easier, he can pull thoma up by using it, likely stretching the fabric in the process (oops). }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ If Thoma could manage the thought, he'd be quite jealous of Ayato getting to drink his fill of looking at Thoma's face while he couldn't. To memorize for later, anyway, because right now there's nothing Thoma can look at except for Ayato. He's completely entranced by the sight of the other man sitting on top of him with his chest bared and it's going to absolutely haunt him if he can't remember this vision. ]

Beautiful...

[ He wants to touch him so badly. Dive right back into that hazy heat he's slowly beginning to surface from and pull Ayato down into its depths to drown with him in the pleasure. But through that fog in his brain he hears the lightly spoken command of the man who is his entire universe right now. Feels the tug on the front of his shirt and arches himself up with it willing. ]

[ Suddenly Ayato's chest is so much closer, so much more tempting than it'd been just a foot away, and he nearly leans in to lick over his collarbone before he remembers what Ayato's asking of him. ]

[ Who needs this shirt anyway, certainly not Thoma anymore. ]

[ He leans a little back with a small grunt of affirmation, reaching down to grip the edges of his shirt so he can pull it up and off himself. Undoubtedly giving a great view in the process before the shirt's haphazardly discarded off the edge of the bed and Thoma's eyes are back on Ayato's face, asking for more. ]

Want you. Please, let me make you feel so good...

From:

acquirement

{ if it's any consolation to him, if thoma can't remember later there's a way to rectify that. but hopefully it won't be the case, hopefully he'll be able to so ayato can use memories from this to really torment him later down the line.

a small smile is all that meets that compliment, mostly because his focus is entirely on helping him get that shirt off so they can go back to kissing. not that he won't allow himself to enjoy the scene thoma presents as he stretches to get that fabric over his head, but he has already grown rather fond of how much it feels like his mouth is melting everytime their lips connect. there's a hint of impatience as his hand curls into the hair at the back of thoma's head, holding tight so he can pull him in for another kiss.

his other hand reaches to splay against the other's ribs, soothing up and down his side, then up along his arm until it can curl up over his shoulder. he pulls them both closer together, until it's hard to tell where one of them stops and the other begins, and shifts himself so he can rock down against him. }

You-- { he breathes out between kisses } --already have my permission, Thoma. You're already doing so well. { as hazy as it all is, even if he has no wishing device to blame for it, he has enough years pent up frustration to work with.

which is partly why he'll keep going with that slow roll of his hips, grinding them together even if the angle definitely isn't as satisfying as before. then he's tugging thoma's head slightly to the side, careful as his lips press hot against the side of his neck. it's high enough it's pretty much hidden by his hair line when teeth sink down into the skin. it isn't hard enough to bruise but it'll certainly be reddened for a little while. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ Bullying is forever in his future... ]

[ Even now he's being bullied because Ayato is singlehandedly driving him right back into hazy, lust-filled insanity just as he was starting to crawl his way out of it. But he doesn't mind it in the least. He'll fall gladly if it's him. ]

[ He gasps shakily as Ayato moves against him, instinctively rolling up against him to chase that electrifying sensation. And once his shirt's gone his hands are falling back around Ayato's waist, daring to slide over his ass and squeeze him there as he loses himself in their kiss. ]

[ He's more than pliant like this, openly panting as he lets his head fall to the side for the man in his lap. And then the moans start, soft but unrestrained when Ayato bites him and it sets him burning again. Whining for more. ]

Ayato, Ayato...

[ He squeezes his hands again, needy, needing to touch him as they messily work to get themselves under his waistband. He could come, just like this, with Ayato grinding against him in such an addictive way, but his greed wants even more. ]

From:

acquirement

{ is it really bullying when it's like this though? really?

ayato lets out a groan from the back of his throat as that squeeze only aids in pushing him tighter against thoma. he uses what moment he has to try and reel himself in again when he feels fingers digging and tugging, trying to get inside his clothing. the chuckle he releases against his skin is deep, enamoured by how much he's struggling to actually to anywhere. }

Here, { he nuzzles against his neck, the movement hiding just how charmed he is by the desperation as it seems to come flooding back} Let me help.

{ he lifts himself up against him, just enough so he can reach between them to unclasp the button on his trousers, sighing out in relief as he can finally slide the zipper down. }

From:

wayofthehousekeeper

[ Maybe Thoma has a bullied kink- ]

[ ~~It's not a maybe.~~ ]

[ Sorry for his complete lack of shame right now but Thoma's eyes are immediately casting down, watching Ayato unzip himself with a focus that suggests if there's only one moment he remembers out of all of this, it could very well be this one. Because watching those slender fingers move so cleanly, paired with that soft sigh of relief does something to Thoma again that nearly makes him spill himself right then and there. ]

Ayato-

[ Sorry Ayato but this is your fault for driving him so absolutely crazy. He surges forward, using his weight to rock Ayato back against the bed so he can bodily pin him there, seeking out his mouth for another barrage of desperate kisses, as if asking for apology for taking as he wants. ]

[ Because what he wants is Ayato's pants off and his hands are moving quick to reach down and do just that, pull off whatever fabric still remains between him and rubbing his aching dick directly against Ayato's. ]