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[ Caster looks up at him, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed. Alert, alert— great, now he wants it to happen not "someday" but "now". The way the muscles of his abdomen tense at the sight and the thought is a good sign of how excited it makes him. ]

...how about now? [ His voice takes on a teasing tone to hide that it's, in fact, a plea If he's denied, that's fine, but taking a chance never hurts.

And it's not like the original plan has to be changed in any way, it could be an addition. His mind has always been dirty, dirty place, and yes, marrying him off early didn't work in the end. Maybe one day he could admit just how much of the legend is overblown, and what parts are true, but not tonight. He bites down on his lip, smile not faltering as he starts readying himself, a little too hurried. One finger, two, he's too impatient— ]

[That look makes all blood rush down almost making him dizzy. Goddamn it, Cu, that's not how he wants to go down!]

Someday I will suck you again and again until you see stars. [he promises in voice thick with desire. Even it can't override his instinctive need to protect his Bonded, and coughing fire and smoke during blowjob is not going to happen.]

—not tonight. I want to claim and mark you so thouroughly that you won't be able to get up tomorrow.

[ Great, now he's squirming underneath the man, and he resents him for it. Just a tiny bit, and a very shortlived annoyance it is. As much as it is playing with fire, Caster enjoys it when it's not easy. Easy after all is dreadfully boring, and there is a pleasure to be found in being denied. ]

So you are going to use your mouth on me, one way or another. [ If someone asked he wouldn't say that likes pain per se— but there is no denying that something about it makes him feel alive. (So huh, maybe he does like it in a way).

He looks up at Archer, once again noting the change in height— how easily he looms over him. The surge of the protectiveness is laced with a different one, one that feels like... is that shade of possessiveness? Both feel wrong if directed at him. He lets a small moan, body tensing as the fingers start sliding in and out of his body with more ease. That should be enough, he takes his hand away, locking both of his legs around Archer's hips invitingly. He wants to feel the other man inside of him, wants to see what he has to give— but while he can easily ignore physical discomfort, what he feels on the Bond is another thing. ]

Archer— I don't need to be protected. And I belong to no one here. [ Is it a good or bad thing, that's another thing. Alas he once again lets his mind run wild and potentially ruin the mood. ]

[Corner of Archer's mouth twitches. It's just like Cú to remind him, no matter time or place. It's not surprising to hear it. He doesn't question this need to assert his own independence or fierce desire to prove himself.]

I won't coddle a bloodthirsty warrior. [it's not the protectiveness one displays towards someone weaker, it's one he displays towards fellow warrior. The possessiveness, though— is it draconic instinct to not let anyone touch his treasure or is it his own desire Archer can't tell. Not with the Moons shining so bright. There may be a wish to belong somewhere buried deep beneath all of his self-denial, but the last thing he wants is to bind someone to him. Archer feels better being part of the place Caster can always return to.] Neither will I chain someone as wild and free as you are.

[Cú Chulainn belongs to no one, and even in Grail War he wishes for nothing else but a good fight. That's what they are— souls bound by wishes impossible to grant.

Those words are a reminder as well as distraction when Archer positions himself and starts to press in.]

Edited 2019-12-01 22:41 (UTC)

[ "Wild and free", it's not wrong, but it's also not as simple as that. He was allowed to love freely, yes, but he was always chained somewhere. King, or Master, doesn't matter. It's strange to not belong somewhere (or to someone), and there are nights when he longs for those simpler times. He wonders if Archer longs for something similar too— the man is a lonely mountain, but so much of his behaviour and skills of how capable he is in caring of others.

Yes he wonders, but doesn't hope for understanding. No need to waste time on pointless wishes. This is all practical— he reminds himself. An intimate way of reaffirming their Bond and cycle a bit more energy between them to soothe the feral mind— that's what it was from the start, a practical way of helping each other as allies would.

Right ]

Won't, or can't? [ Caster laughs hoarsely. It's a tease and sounds like a lighthearted one. It's short-lived though and dies down as Archer presses forward. Caster's body tenses and tightens up on impulse as his body is slowly breached. Maybe he should have ready himself a bit more... He hisses softly, through gritted teeth— exhaling slowly and willing himself to relax ]

No need to be so careful... I'm not made of glass. [ He won't break. Perhaps he does egg Archer on to be rougher and less kind because that's how he likes it. Or maybe because it's easier to keep it just practical this way ]

[There is an odd sense of belonging with Cú. Neither of them belongs to each other, they're spirits bound by oaths and wishes, but they belong together. No matter if it's fate or curse, somehow, someway, they always find each other.]

Won't. [Archer hisses through gritted teeth. So hot and tight— he forces himself to go slow, giving both himself and his lover time to adjust. What he feels through the Bond makes him shiver. Focusing on Cú to make it a pleasant experience - a pleasant memory to share. He dips his head down to trail kisses along his lover's neck— and bites to soothingly lick and suck marking Cú for the first time tonight.]

[ A sudden cry comes from Cú at the sharp kiss (well, bite) on his neck, he tilts his head back to give better access, even if it means accidentally hitting the floor. Softness and tenderness contrasting with the sudden edge of pain. Oh yes, this will leave the mark— but not a wound.

He wouldn't mind if Archer's bite drew blood, he realizes. And it's all too obvious on the link they share. Biting is something he enjoys, be it giving or receiving. Perhaps a primal need to mark and be marked. (How close to his feral side he'd be had he be made a Monster?)

It's why just staying relaxed and taking the slow pace is so hard for him (and no pun intended..or is it?), but he's enjoying the ride— enjoying the tenderness even if his words before were contrary to what he feels ]

You're— ah, you're doing good Emiya. [ He runs his hand through Archer's hair, encouraging him to continue. Even taking it slowly, makes him gasp and moan. The way his spine curves and his hips buck encourage Archer to go deeper, relishing every inch. If not for the clearly stated wish to "not rush" and "go slowly", he wouldn't try to be patient right now. (In his clouded mind he probably deserves a golden star for this patience) ] More...

[It's terribly hard to not give in and fuck his lover in earnest. Selfish need to imprint himself on Cú so he will always return to his bed is surprisingly intense. Archer resists with another bite, slightly higher; Caster won't be able to hide this one. His breath catches as he pushes deeper and deeper, body trembling from the constraint. He grabs his lover's hand to not lose himself, to anchor himself amidst the pleasure.

Archer knows Cú doesn't mind pain. More than that, the sudden spike of excitement and pleasure at the bite, how his body clenches and sucks him in, the way Caster bares his throat and pushes back tempting him. Archer longs to lose himself in the tight heat of his lover's body, to mark pale skin with bites that will last for days. It's been a long time since he did, since he was alive. It claws at him, his control fraying. But he wants to give a tender moment too, before he drowns himself in the wild instincts urging him to take and possess. He's not sure how long will it last.]

You belong with me, Cú.

[ The feral instincts are leveled by the Bond, and touch enhances the connection. It's a different kind of losing control here, one that Caster actively encourages as his hands caress Archer's shoulders and back, mindful of where the wings grow— gentle touch turns into fingernail scraping at the skin and scales as the closeness and pleasure threaten to overwhelm him.

But it's not the pleasure that does it, it's the words. A quiet admission, no a statement that completely and entirely disarms him. Being alive again, means living without everyone that made his life once what it was (he was the first one to go after all). As a spirit existing outside of time for clearly stated goal, it's not a concept to dwell on, but living and breathing once more gives it weight. He thought he doesn't belong here and yet—

Unable to find words to answer the declaration, unable to contain the emotions it stirs it him (lest alone hide them, Archer gets a clear read on the intense turmoil, warmth and affection) he answers with action. Placing his hand on the back of Archer'ss head he pulls him into a kiss ]

[Intensity of emotions and kiss catches him off-guard. It too unexpected, too sudden and makes him finally give in. He trusts Cú with his life, his sanity, and his feelings too, even those he rarely shows.

His thrusts are slow but deep at first and gain speed once he ensures his lover is fine. Giving up control for a short moment of closeness and pleasure, with someone whom he trusts to share a rare unguarded moment. Archer shares his own affection and doesn't move away when the kiss ends.]

[ It turned breathless rather quickly, and Caster finds himself gasping for air when they part, hand roaming Archer's body. It's not just surrendering control, it's being laid bare and vulnerable because of how this man had undone him with his words. Part of him that wanted to struggle, that make his dragon to work for this is now quiet. He cups Archer's cheek, almost too tenderly— the focus and tight control slipping away with each move? It's fascinating to watch— and by the gods he is attractive and strong and way too kind, even with the control flaring.

A particular move, a particular spot inside him draws a loud, shameless moan out of Caster. A full-body arch, nails that leave a scratch. As always he's unrestrained, honest and willing to give, often more than he takes. (But he loves what how he takes tonight) ]

Tomorrow— would you say it again? [ Or is it a spur of the moment. Something that feels right to say between the sheets. And there is nothing wrong with that, but it also better for it to be made clear. ]

[It is sharing his vulnerability, sharing feelings Archer rarely allows himself, even now where he has to be honest with himself. He leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Just how many has seen him without his guard up, how many has seen right through him, through all the bullshit and lies.

Cú did from the very beginning.

Nails in his back make him hiss, but that moan brings a hint of smirk as Archer tries to make his lover repeat it again and again. It must be a good spot if Caster keeps squeezing him so tight.]

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every day after that. [he ensures his lover, still leaning into his hand as he looks straight into red eyes.]

[ Crimson meets the colour of steel. But Cú's eyes do not hold clarity for long, another move and they haze with fog and shut entirely. As another thrust curls his toes and makes him press back, demanding more.

That's risky, that's foolish— these kinds of promises. What a mess they make.

Acknowledging anything between them should feel wrong. Shaping one another's destiny warrants them being something more than mere strangers, but if spear's curse is what connects them, then the more distance remains better in the long run. Yet here they are. Belonging together— but not to one another. An incredibly clever wording, and yet so tender— Stay free, but know there is a place to return to, he gets that thought behind it. Not a chain, but a home. An offer of one.

And thus Cú Chulainn is left speechless.

He sinks into the embrace, melting into the warmth and building pleasure. While he can't form words, his feelings, raw and open are clear on their link. Nostalgia, gratitude and fondness— among other things he can't name. He always saw Archer as a man of no conviction, yet for the months they were here, and through their Bond— he was never given reason to doubt him. ]

[It's much more than he deserves, and also a proof of incredible trust. For a moment Archer can't breathe, caught by what he notices in red eyes. Then Cú closes his eyes, losing himself in pleasure and so many emotions that echo through their Bond. His own are just as much of a mess— affection, warmth, so many complicated feelings he can't untangle. There's simple need for his lover, his company, friendship, affection, that doesn't limit to those feelings but encompasses and adds more, forcing him to start caring about himself too. There's a wish to create home to return to, a calm shelter in eye of the storm. There's more than he's willing to admit to himself.]

Cú— [Archer grasps his lover's hand, entwining their fingers together. It's too easy to lose himself in all the feelings that he can't differentiate now, unsure where his own end and Caster's begin. So he chooses an easier way out of losing himself to pleasure that rises steadily with each thrust, each gasp and shiver. In warmth of another body, meeting each of his thrusts, wordlessly asking for more. He's too close to last much longer.]

[ Cú laces his fingers, spreads them out as if making space between Archer's and then grasp hard at the offered hand. Knuckles whitening when another hard move knocks the air out of his lungs. Torn between running his free hand through planes of Archer's back and touching himself— a bit of selfishness wins and he moves it to stroke his cock in time with his lover's thrusts. The sensations are overwhelming, the combination of physical pleasure and the intensity of what is going through their Bond—

His whole body undulates in the same rhythm as Archer, steady and in control, at least until Archer buries himself deep enough, just on the right angle that turns him into panting and quivering mess. Cú never lets go of their connected grip, so when their bodies press as close as possible, when he comes, it makes Archer feel even bigger inside him. Thanks to the way his body tightens all up and trembles under the weight on top of him.

Had he tried to say something (Emiya's name, perhaps), it does not come as a coherent word. In this state, he can only look up, eyes glassy, longing and mouth agape— wanting to stay in the moment for as long as possible. Not questioning, not wondering just— being. ]

[Is it the sigt of Cú's face that pushes him over the edge or the sudden tightness, Archer isn't sure. The overload of pleasure shared through the Bond, the emotions— it's too much. For the first time he doesn't try to hide his face. Sharing emotions through the Bond is easier, Archer can reason with himself that it's to stop himself from going feral. Not hiding his face is a conscious choice and is much harder.

Cú has shared his weakness and himself, so it's Archer's turn. It's another crack on his mask, another piece chipped away. He can only trust his Bonded to be here for him no matter whom (or what) will he become.

Archer comes with a gasp that could be Caster's name as he stills after few deeper thrusts. He wants to see Cú's face, but can't keep his eyes open. Still, that unguarded, almost fragile expression is all that he can see even when he closes his eyes.

He forces himself to stay upright long enough to change position so he won't squish his lover. His hand is still grasping Caster's.]

[ There's a hand on Archer's cheek, a tender gesture but also to ensure he won't— he won't turn his face away. Cú's still coming back from the pleasurable haze but there is a certain satisfaction, pride even, in how he relishes in the unguarded honesty of Archer's expression.

He's— tired, flushed, sticky, and probably going to be rather sore (and he only got his own impatience to blame for this), but also content and satisfied. The current of mana between them becoming even more prominent, Moons no longer holding Archer's in his grasps, no more of that fear.

In a gesture of sentimentality, he guides him to lie his head down and kisses his forehead. ]

Tonight, let me be your sanctuary.

[It's frighteningly intense. Archer follows the touch, lowering himself slowly to rest his head on Caster's chest. It's a bit tricky to find a position that won't have his horns where they shouldn't be. He's still trembling from the intensity and the sheer amount of vulnerability that he allowed himself to share. To open himself to such extent—

but Cú is safe. Keeping him as whole as someone as broken can be. Reminding of humanity and not allowing to go feral. Being a shelter— a sanctuary that protects him from becoming a real monster.

Instead of saying anything Archer presses his lips to warm skin in tender kiss. He can feel Cu's heartbeat right there, and wants this sound to lull him to sleep.]

[ Caster runs his hands across the plane of Archer's back. Gentler where the wings will be— soothing and calming. He lets the man rest on him, not counting time but eventually...

Hm. Eventually, there is something he has to bring up. ]

I'm glad to see you so comfortable, but don't fall asleep on me— [ He chuckles and ruffles Archer's hair ] At least not on the floor.

[ He's not opposed to being used as a pillow, but preferably in a more comfortable setting. On the bed, for example. ]

[Busted. Archer groans and pushes himself up, gathering his Bonded in arms and carrying him to bed. To think of it, he should clean the worst so they won't be sticky in all the wrong places.]

Sorry about that. [he murmurs, feeling a bit foolish. Now with desire fading to manageable level Moons don't affect him so badly. Everything can wait, now most important is warm bed and warm witch. Caster doesn't lie still as Archer wipes the sticky mess with warmed towel, most likely trying to find comfortable spot. Dragon joins him afterwards, all too content to rest his head on Cu's chest and take a nap.]

[ He would argue that he could clean himself, but the fuss he's raising is weak at best. He'd surely argue more if he wasn't tired of the whole experience. Sex was good, but the Bond means a lot of his magic was cycled and taken. Which is a good thing in general, but does have its side-effects. There is something enjoyable in being, mmmmaybe not doted on, but huh, taken care of.

When Archer goes back to using him as a pillow he just laughs ] Guess that means I'm staying over for a night?

[ He lives here, but nevermind. It's just the Archer's room that he means ]

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