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[Archer's gaze lingers on the barely visible marks as his eyes darken. It reminds him vividly of what they did and how he'd love to repeat it. Yet he takes another sip of tea; it's better to fix his throat first. Kissing can get risky if partner keeps coughing smoke.

It doesn't stop him from tugging Caster closer and onto his lap. He does seek closeness, be it the most innocent like now with one of them sipping tea, or the more indecent with naked skin and too much heat. What more Archer does imagine both situations, clearly trying to send both feelings through their link.

No one said he's not a troll.]

Be careful, or I may take up on your offer.

You know they tell many things about me. "Careful" isn't one of them.

[ There is no resistance, Caster lets himself be seated in this nice comfortable spot all too easily. But now that he is here... Sure, though both of them were impressive physically (Servant perks for once) he was always the more slender of the two, with Archer build emphasizing strength versus Cú's speed— but now the difference has become much more prominent.

Caster runs his hand from Archer's neck, down his shoulder to his bicep. Going from full palm touch to just two fingers trace. A curiosity tinged with both fascination and need echoing the one he feels on the link ]

What are you doing when I'm not looking? [ He asks with an air of amusement. Can't "hit the gym" here but maybe— another part-time job at the blacksmith? ]

[Archer keeps drinking tea as he enjoys the closeness and the obvious interest he can feel through the Bond. He's craving for a kiss, but again, coughing smoke stops him from indulging.

Caster's teasing question makes him grimace. Yes, he did notice it a few days ago when he's been forced to alter all of his shirts.]

I'm growing. [he deadpans with a bit of exasperation.]

[ Caster raises an eyebrow at him but— he can't argue with that. They've always nearly the same height, but lately, he started to feel like he has to tilt his head back just a bit when standing.

The changes settling in can be a very uncomfortable reality. He puts his forehead on Archer's shoulder and chuckles ]

You're being fed well, it can't be helped. [ Making light of a problem is kind of how he deals with everything. But that light little humour is what he tries to give on their link. ] Does it mean I have to invest into some of those heeled shoes?

[It gives some semblance of normalcy in face of all the changes he's going through. Joking and treating it lightly. Otherwise it becomes terrifying. If not for his Bonded—

Archer finishes the tea and half-seriously considers the flower.]

Depends if you want to be the same height. [a beat.] You'll have to learn how to fight on those.

It's gonna be weird to look up when speaking to you. [ Caster admits before he manages to bite his tongue. That is probably not the best way how to put it. But swaying now could only make it work, so he steps it into a joke again, covering the blunder. He moves back just enough to flick Archer's nose ] You won that round. But I still can beat you easily.

[ With or without shoes. ]

[It's a comfortable exchange, one showing that despite all the changes Caster still treats him the same. It's what Archer craves and needs more than anything. If Caster wan't here—

Archer gives himself a mental kick and scolds for overthinking. Instinctively he tightens his embrace, leaning closer to feel the warmth radiating from his partner and his scent.]

Is that a challenge? [he quips, his lips so close to artery on Caster's throat his partner most likely feels his breath or more.]

[ Warm breath and a hint of teeth on his neck are about everything he needs to have a shiver run down his spine. His hand idly combs through white hair, fingers pressing right under the base of the skull. ]

Will you take it, Emiya? [ It's always a challenge, even now that he lowers his voice to a murmur almost resembling a purr. A fondness setting in, for the man, displaced so far in time and space, changed against his will but still taking it head-on. Had he fell apart, would they be here? Had either of them fell apart— They held back for so long, stupidly, stubbornly, against all logic.

But thanks to that, it wasn't just a pragmatic choice. It was more than that. ]

[This time Archer doesn't fight the impulse to bite. Caster's skin is pale and colors easily, all the marks stay for a longer time. He enjoys seeing a visible reminder of their time together. There's no doubt that he's not the only one, but again, tale of Cú Chulainn clearly says how generous the hero was with his affections Archer isn't going to bedrudge him finding pleasure wherever he wants. It's more than telling to see his own marks displayed for all to see.]

I think that I will. [he murmurs, feeling his own pulse quicken. Caster's closeness does wonders to his own libido. Nevermind their position stimulating both him and his partner. Archer traces the hem of Caster's top that uncovers a nice portion of his back.] What will you do?

Edited (wrong icon) 2019-08-25 19:23 (UTC)

[ That's what happens when you don't invest in healing magic at all. Not that it is anywhere near Caster's mind when Archer gives in. Teeth sinking into his skin force a low, pleased sound out of Caster. There's no blood, nothing like the need to stay sane on Litha, it's just simply taking advantage of what Archer knows very well will work. ]

How about— [ Caster starts but is cut short by the curious fingers trace on the skin of his back. He's tempted to payback in similar fashion right now and right here. Push the man down onto the floor and show him what exactly he's getting into. He reigns himself in for just a moment longer, for sake of a finding a small victory. ] —an easy one for starters. I'll make you admit that you want me.

[ Right here, and right now, and given their position it's a claim that would be hard to discredit. But still, that's getting an honest admission out of the Red Knight sounds like something to aim for. Defy this, Archer ]

[It's not really something that Archer can defy. As frustrating as it can be, his feelings can be sensed through their Bond. It's not quite lust or purely sexual desire, there's more to it. Admiration, longing, need and attraction all mixed together form a potent cocktail, and for a moment Archer lowers his walls and allows Caster to feel.]

Do you need me to say it?

[ A sudden hit and Caster finds himself unsure how to handle it. Those feelings unraveled before him, that on its own is an incredibly honest and vulnerable gesture. It's easy to lie with words, but you can't lie with the link of a Bond. ]

Mmm, I'd like to— but I concede for now.

[ In a sense, that short moment of baring the feelings on their link means so much more than words. So he gives a small kiss on Archer's forehead, right next to one of the growing horns. ]

I stand my case though, you don't play fair.

[All of his instincts are screaming that he's risking a lot by sharing his vulnerability. Archer trust Caster, though, and his partner proves him right with his reaction. Such a tender kiss seems to be wasted on him— bu if Cu considers him worthy Archer has to trust his judgement.]

Neither you do.

[As the saying goes 'all's fair in love and war'. Archer follows it by lightly running his fingers along his partner's spine, ending at the small of his back, and then retracing the path.]

...! [ Caster jolts in his place and barely contains a gasp— so either Archer has very skilled fingers, or it's some of that Bond magic at play here. Perhaps both. The pleasant tingle after this simple caress remains even after Archer stops. ]

Don't stop. [ Slowly he slides his hand down Archer's face, to cup his jaw a bit possessively as he traces the edges of the scales curiously. Is there a place for a reaction? Does bare skin feel any different, is the place they go from one into other more sensitive? ]

[It's surprising - in a good way - to feel an echo of Caster's reaction through the Bond. Such a powerful and intimate link, giving him a glimpse at his partner's innermost feelings. It's humbling to know that Cu Chulainn trusts him to this extent.]

I won't. [he murmurs leaning so close he can kiss Caster's cheek— and coughs smoke again. His breath is too warm, almost too hot.] —sorry. Did I hurt you?

[Scales are as warm as his skin, the edge smooth as it blends seamlessly. Neither is more sensitive.]

[ Setting up walls is something he simply didn't think about. Especially not in a moment like this. Though there is a bit of disappointment that his caress wasn't bringing an expected result. Where are your weak spots bowman?

While the warm puff that happens is surprising, it's not scalding. Still hard to ignore ]

Nah, it's fine— [ But he leans back to get more space. So he can pull off his top, just slow enough to make it a bit of a show— how quickly he tosses it away betrays his own impatience. A crooked grin appears on his lips as he splays both of his hands on his chest, back straight and taut. ] I've got an idea to make this not a problem.

[ He starts to chant a short spell, in language so similar to the melody of the one used in Gaerdegas but at the same time, so different. Shapes start to glow and grow on his skin from where his hands are, and then disappear as the spell is finished. He reaches to the pouch in his belt and takes out of it four runestones that he then proceeds to activate with one word ]

Ciúnas [ First, and the more complicated spell was to grant himself a resistance to fire, the second simpler one, was to barrier the room with a silence wall. Nothing can be heard from outside, and likewise, nothing can be heard from the inside.

Just in case, you know. ]

All set. [ If you want to continue— He says with a grin as his hands return to Archer's shoulders ]

[His quick reassurance makes Archer relax a bit. Then he's treated to a tantalizing display of Cú. No wonder he's been praised as one of the greatest heroes of his times. To be able to grasp the knowledge and use it as fluidly as the one learned during his lifetime is impressive. To look so attractive while doing it— well, fae were supposed to be lithe and beautiful.]

It's perfect. [his own hands return to Caster's wait, a thrill at the feel of naked skin under his touch. That's much better.] A shame I can't kiss you.

[No, that's not quite true. While he can't kiss his mouth, now with protective spell in place he can kiss Caster's skin without worry. And he does— along his jaw, throat, even shoulder, not caring when he actually does cough.]

[ Cú would argue about the fae part, while his father was part of tribe that would later become aes sidhe (so, Fae, yes) he seemed himself more grounded in his mortal roots. It's kind of strange to think about it in world were Fae walk among men. ]

A shame indeed, but I'm enjoying your frustration. [ Caster teases and to further rile up Archer he kisses just a corner of his mouth and then tugs his head so he can place a warning (encouraging really) bite on his jaw— it works incredibly well as now Archer decides to play with fire. Whenever he coughs an afterimage of spell briefly lights on Caster's skin and absorbing the heat from it.

His breath rushes, back arches, and Caster finds himself combing his hand through Archer's hair only to use them to try and tug him away before he gives in and makes an embarrassing sound. (He does) The trail of kisses gets more noises out of him, but that's where he fights back. Cú's weight shifts on Archer lap as he changes position and hooks a leg around his hips— using this as leverage to grind them against each other shamelessly. To get more reaction, to feel more across their link. It's similar to the urge to fight and win, and he will find ways to make the position advantageous. ]

What does the Moon awakens in you, I am curious... [ He trails off— the more he knows the better they can deal with it, no? It's a pragmatic choice ]

[Archer enjoys everything, even the light sting from fingers tightened in his hair. It's worrisome how pain doesn't lessen his arousal, doesn't even affect him in any way. How it doesn't register as pain at all, that's how used to it he is.

A gasp escapes as Caster proves how flexible he is and for a moment Archer forgets everything, so focused on pleasure and his Witch, almost able to feel mana on Caster's skin.]

Do you really want to know? [soft murmur when Archer finally answers, hands idly caressing Caster's chest and sides, his touch surprisingly gentle.]

Are you accusing me of lying Archer? [ Caster groan, and even if he's smiling, there is a sharp hint of teeth in that grin. That tentative touch on his skin makes him squirm, but it's also distinctly not enough. It's all just teasing and making him wait.

And he's torn between just shoving Archer and showing him what he got on his hands (and how he shouldn't test Hound of Cullan's patience) and fighting the battle he started, that's it, coaxing an answer out of him. ]

Of all people, you should have known better. [ Huffs. He rolls his hips again and nips on Archer jaw again, this time trailing it up until his teeth worry the earlobe. Feeling an echo of that pleasure on their Bond is only enticing him further. ] Better take it back.

[ And answer the question!!! ]

[With Cú Chulainn everything is a challenge and everything is a fight, even when he's most affectionate. Archer doesn't mind. Tonight, though, he has a different plan.]

Patience. [he murmurs as he nips back, intent on teasing and caressing and sharing what he feels.] Sometimes I simply want you, while sometimes I want to give you only pleasure.

[He's not stopping, hands teasing and touching, keeping it light and brief. No lingering touches, merely a brush of fingertips over Caster's chest followed by ghost of touch along his side.]

"Sometimes"[ Caster echoes the word right back at him. It's a slip, one he is going to latch onto. That admission does more than he would want to admit— being wanted is always a good feeling. ] How often have you thought about me?

[ That's because he is forcing himself to go slow, despite wanting more and wanting it now. "Patience" of course he got patience, he can follow self-discipline— if he can't that would be admitting defeat. So the only way of payback is leading Archer into talking (and then hopefully doing) more.

He locks his gaze with his Bonded a wicked grin playing on his (flushed) face as he starts undoing belts holding the bottom of his robe together. ]

Or are you too shy to say?

[A slip of tongue is all it takes. Archer doesn't get discouraged nor shy. He tugs lightly one of the long strands of Caster's hair.]

You've been haunting my dreams for some time.

[His fingers don't stay idle, weaving the silky hair. Archer slowly raises his hand up, not looking away from Cú, and brings strand of hair to his lips.]

[ Uuuughhhh-

What else is going to happen, will a top of his hand be kissed? What a knightly routine, so wasted on him... Caster prickles but it's only because of the strange embarrassment Archer causes. A tumble in the hay, that's nothing new. But what -the- hell is this softness full of reverence..??

Aimed at all his week points too. Caster shivers and his hand moves down between them ]

Come on... Don't tease me like this. [ Absolutely do, he's just thrown off his game. And to earn some points in it easily he starts undoing Archer's pants ]

[Archer tugs playfully long strand and releases it as he reaches to Caster, hand on his neck, to pull him closer for a kiss— only not really, his lips brush Cú's cheek.]

Don't rush. [he chides gently too close to his partner's ear.] Last time we've been in a hurry. Tonight I want to take it slow.

[And he does, catching Cú's hand and pushing it up deliberately. Archer is planning to take his time.]

I like the way you look right now.

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possibly NSFW warning from now on

definitely, they're not going to back out

how lewd

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I should sleep yet I mobile tag

I love when Archer plays with Cu's hair