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[ 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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