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"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. ]

[A Bond's function isn't limited only to filtering mana, it allows for empathic link. With how close they are, and Full Moons, Archer's desire flows freely now that he stops blocking his partner.

All those sounds Caster makes, the way hold on his hair tightens, the way his lover arches into the caress tells him how much Cu enjoys it. If that wasn't enough there's their Bond, letting him feel just how much he affects him.]

Do you like it? [he murmurs, letting Cu's nipple out of his mouth with obscene sound, his other hand teasing the other.]

[ It's overwhelming, really. Caster is used to have the link open, he doesn't think much about it. Taking and giving freely what it offers, it makes him more aware of his Bonded and what they might need in the given moment.

Archer is more methodical, he can set walls and opens the dam at will. Like right now, that's what makes it overwhelming. Suddenly it's not just a sensation of his own skin, it's everything— and he can tell it's a deliberate move.

The thumb against his nipple elicits a soft gasp and a mildly embarrassed look. Guess who's fighting against his own responses now? ]

You can't have me undone with just that— [ That's what he is telling himself, truth is his desires are close to overcoming any sort of sensibility. Part of him wants to scream, "put your mouth back to use bastard" ] You're just posturing, trying to look tough.

[ With his wrist pinned down, other hand tangled in Archer's hair the only thing he can do— ah yes use the leg lock around Archer's hips to grind against him harder. ]

[—Fuck. It must be Cú's heritage, the fabled charm of Tuatha de Dannaan that makes him so irresistable. Sometimes Archer wonders if it's the way he throws his head back, or how his half-closed eyes look when he loses himself in pleasure. Each time he notices another detail, another sight to treasure afterwards.

For a moment he allows himself a rare vulnerability (and indulgence) as he loses himself in pleasure, closes his eyes and forgets everything save Cú Chulainn. His feelings and emotions shared freely through the Bond while he can feel his lover's.

Finally Archer opens his eyes but doesn't raise his head. His breath short and fast, lips barely touching skin. Softly he kisses Caster's chest, knowing too well that his shared pleasure did affect his lover.] Too much?

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Edited 2019-10-05 16:11 (UTC)

[ This seems like a dangerous practice, that opening the gates. Every touch and feeling get reflected the point he's not exactly sure where he ends and Emiya begins. This kind of intertwining of existence far more intimate than what they were doing.

He gasps for air and surfaces alone. You're going too far the logical, practical part of his brain tells him. It's dangerous.

Naturally, that means he has to dive right back in. ]

Not enough— [ His hands travel Archer's scalp, neck, and arms. Slow languid movement, touch warmed by the magic. "Dangerous" is not part where he stops, feeling "vulnerable" that's another thing. ]

[Luckily he's not alone. Archer watches his expression and backs off whenever Cú seems completely lost in pleasure. He knows it may be dangerous and looks out for his lover, not wanting to endanger him. What is sex, though, if not losing himself for a moment?

It's more than that. With the Bond he's aware of Caster much more than warm body beneath him. It's almost a tangible thread, pulling him closer and closer like moth to a flame, keeping him tethered so that he won't lose himself to the Moons. Even now his instincts urge him towards the wilder side.

Archer sucks and licks Caster's nipple, grazing it gently with teeth for a barest hint of pain. It can make all the pleasure sharper and makes Cú's moans a bit deeper, a bit breathier, just the way he wants it. His treasure has a beautiful voice.]

[ The moment the teeth came into play Caster had to bit down on his bottom lip. Feeling soft skin with the erect nipple pulled between Emiya's lips feeling his tongue circle around it leaving it wet. Makes his back arch from the numbing yet pleasurable sensation. The change from gentler to rough, that's feeling good. But it's still so firmly into "not enough" territory

Or maybe "too much"?

Once again his fingers curl and grasp the white hair as he applies more pressure. Trying to tear Archer's mouth away— and at the same time direct it lower. It's demanding in a silent way and there's a hint of amusement between their link. Because even in this pleasurable haze Cu can't help but just not give-in. At this point, just putting up a front and attempt at maintaining control. Not willing to admit defeat, even if they both knew he already lost.

Or won— it is all matter of perspective. Having this quiet, reserved man get to a point where he's unable to contain himself, to contain his desire? That sounds like a win. ]

You're still wearing too much [ Cu whispers with a breathless voice. ] Come on, show me what you got [ And he rolls his hips, grinds into Archer's hardness to underline what he means. That was part of his promise, wasn't it? To challenge, to never back off. He embraces everything, including the part that the Moons bring ]

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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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