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[ 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.

[ "Take it slow" that's what earns Archer a groan of frustration. The kiss that doesn't happen as well, warm breath on his ear and hand stopping his— Waiting was never his strong suit, and while he could play the role of gentle and slow lover to women he bedded, he has no idea how to react when someone is playing that card on him.

It's true they've been in a hurry, but that hurry did suit him just fine. A bit of danger and quick release to counter the instincts. But the Bond gave Archer more control over them— and how he chooses to act on them.

Bastard. ]

Give me one reason— [ He says with a whisper as he puts his free hand over Archer's eyes ] —one reason why I shouldn't just push you on the floor and have my way with you?

[ It's crude, it's blunt, but he's growing desperate, and he doesn't want to beg. (Make him beg, teach the dog some discipline) ]

[Hand covering his eyes and that low murmur tinted with audible frustration causes a shiver down his spine as well as burn of arousal. Archer can't quite keep the smugness out of his voice when he answers in kind, his voice also low and deeper.]

I'd like to try something I've seen in my dreams. [that's when he takes advantage of their state of undress, one hand gently caresses naked skin. Following the hard lines of muscles hiding under skin.] I took my time kissing and caressing you whole, taking it slow and making you writhe. You've been making such nice sounds.

[ The soft affection is nice, but Caster can't help but shiver in anticipation for more. If he lets himself appear too impatient, it would cause Archer only to slow down more though. For now, he can only do that, enjoy the trail of fingers finding all the shapes on his abdomen.

To not rest idle, Caster traces the string of scales down Archer's throat, fingers drawing shapes at the length of his collarbones. They're appearing larger, longer than they were. The changes to the anatomy are subtle, Archer is still very obviously human, but he's changing more and more ]

Let's see if you have courage to make it happen. [ Caster challenges playfully at the description of the dream and does what Archer just described. One hand on Archer's arm to stead himself, he leans to place a kiss on his forehead, lips brushing at the base of the horn. Followed by just a tip of tongue. Gotta check all those spots ]

[Gasp and shiver follow his action, along with soft surprise on their link. Archer's horns aren't sensitive - it would be an obvious disadvantage if they were. It's because he's surprised by Caster displaying affecion towards his monstrous traits.

Archer is still struggling with the changes, reminded of it by reactions of the natives he meets everyday. Those who knew his human form often pretend to not know him now. Only Mirrorbound and Coven witches never care.

Cú Chulainn never cares. Never looks at him differently. No matter if Archer considers it to be an ironic justice to show how much of a monster he is on the outside rather than keep it confined inside.]

Cú. [his voice is full of emotions he hides within. To avoid saying more Archer follows the line of Caster's collarbone with soft, tender kisses.]

[ Caster hums, pleased at the reaction elicited. While he doesn't know the details, he can see that his choice worked. (And yes, he is going to assume the horns are good spot now) They were both changed, although Archer way more obviously than him. While he can't even imagine how it must feel to be altered to this extent, he can offer acceptance. Scales, or horns, or whatever, the red knight is still no one else but himself.

And so is he, so hearing his true name spoken with such emotion. It gets to him more than he'd like to admit. It also placates his impatience. Though kisses peppered on his collarbone, definitely help with that. He explains to himself it's just the name— but part of him suspects it's the Bond. Their connection reinforced, strengthened in moments like these until they start one day to unconsciously seek one another's hand. ]

That's a good start.

[ Soft and stupid, it makes them. But sometimes that's exactly what you need.

His own hands travel down Archer's neck and onto his back. Tracing the patches of scales and finding something strange over his shoulder blades.

...huh? ]

[Moons bring forth the most feral instincts; Archer focuses on a fantasy of keeping his Bonded close to him and enjoying their time. The beast within seems satisfied, leaving him in control. Their Bond giving him something to hold onto. He can feel Caster, a warm presence pulsing in the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

It's what grounds him - Caster's touch, the distinct feel of his mana, and that presence. When his partner gasps and Archer feels echo of the pleasure he's giving.

The confusion is noted as Archer kisses his shoulder teasingly.]

Hmm?

[On each shoulderbone is a slighty raised bump where scales feel more pronounced.]

[ And that's how it should be, no? The grounding effect for both of them. Caster feels a hint of disappointment, but he buries it quickly- he got worked up in hope for something different on the scale of intimacy, but if this is what works (and what Archer needs right now) then so be it. He can take care of himself later.

His hands map the changes on Archer back again, curiously. ]

You're growing wings. [ A statement of surprise but also an understanding. ] I knew you were a dragon.

[Archer goes completely still for a moment, and then huffs. Figures that full moons had to bring some extra changes instead of a sore throat. He just shakes his head, dismissing the thought.

Again his lips trail kisses along Caster's collarbone. Some end with a teasing touch of tongue, other with a lightest nip. It's meant as a tease. When his lips reach Caster's ear he tugs the earring with teeth.]

I hope you're not going to start talking about little dragon. [he says dryly to hide his embarassment for the earlier multitude of feels.

Archer plz]

[ Archer is a goddamn tease, Caster has resigned himself already and now he's being worked up again. The kisses on his neck were soft at first, but the sudden addition of teeth on the ear has him tensing, and makes him exhale a low pleased sound. A good distraction from the tenderness.

Still, Archer's words leave him laughing as his hand travels back to nape of his Bonded neck. ]

Oh, you're not little, I won't deny what my eyes saw. [ That statement could have been taken in many different ways, Caster chooses the worst ] Though definitely on the meek side of dragons.

[It's a clear challenge, isn't it. Archer chuckles, lips so close to the shell of Caster's ear they brush it with each sound.]

Would you prefer a feral one that attacks everyone who approaches you? [his tone drops lower suggestively.] Perhaps you prefer it being a fight, with the edge of pain and taste of blood?

[It's a contradiction to his hands, fingertips ghosting down along Cú Chulainn's spine before Archer grabs his hips to pull him forward. Now his partner can feel just how hard all that teasing made him.

Well, he won't lie, Caster's ass fills his hands nicely.]

[ That earns him a loud gasp. So that's what you enjoy, you bastard? Caster thinks. A different kind of fight, a stealthy strategy set on slowly tiring out the opponent. That's how big cats hunt, and clearly also how dragons do. ]

Are you that kind of dragon?

[ Cú retaliates by grinding against him almost desperately, feeling that arousal pressing against him. ]

A battle until one side relents, all the rewards to reap, pleasure for both— [ Cú murmurs against his rival-lover’s mouth, not allowing for the kiss to happen. It's his skin that is resistant to fire, a kiss could be... dangerous.

Screw the danger. Taking of fistful of Emiya's hair he yanks his head back so he can meet his lips in a heated kiss. Teeth sinking into bottom lip in attempt to deepen the kiss. ]

[Caster has no idea how his challenges never fail to arouse Archer. It's more than just the Bond, or physical attraction. He can't and isn't willing to name this feeling.

For a moment he allows Caster to kiss him without parting his lips. It's hard - pun intended - to ignore Cú Chulainn's desire mixed with frustration, sting of the bite and coppery taste of blood. Archer grabs and yanks hand in his hair and flips Caster onto his back, pinning his wrist down.]

Be careful what you wish for—

[ A sigh came from Caster as he felt the hand in his hair— He was liking it more and more as Emiya played with his hair...or pulled on it like in this case. If Archer thought this move will be seen as anything other than a victory to Caster— oh he doesn't mind being held down, and his Bonded losing his composure he considers a victory.

It's a strange tug of war, where he insists on pushing Emiya buttons until he loses his patience, while Emiya tries to discipline him and learn the patience. ]

You're giving me exactly what I want, bowman. [ There's a one long leg being wrapped around Archer's hips, to ensure he doesn't escape. ]

[Seeing Caster sprawled beneath him, hair in disarray and light blush on his cheeks does unspeakable things to Archer's libido. His pants are suddenly so tight it's getting uncomfortable.]

I'm aware. [he quips dryly as he contemplates his lover. Where to start - on his neck to lick and nip up to his ear, or the flat expanse of his chest. A wicked gleam shows in his eyes as Archer dips his head to press fleeting kisses to Caster's pecs. Not going immediately to his nipples, just teasing at first.]

[ Surprisingly, that even calms him down — for a moment. Maybe there is still a chance to teach him a little patience. The long finger tangle into white hair in a much less urgent way, massaging the scalp and the nape of neck. Cú gasps, as he finds himself rising into the gentler sensations.

Suddenly aware how cold the floor feels, but perhaps it's just his heated body going off the rails— and it's true, he does feel as if he's running a fever, but it's just side effect of his magic.

Or rather of their Bond and how said energy flows between them. ]

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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

gdi im in love with that

great!

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