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[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 ]

You know what I have. [Archer's half-exasperated and half-amused murmur is broken by a gasp. Despite his words he's thrilled to see desire in red eyes. It's good to know that he's still attractive, and that his lover appreciates his look. If he had a bigger ego he'd be insufferable—

Right, compared to Caster he's overdressed but Archer intends to keep it this way. Grasping Cú's hand firmer he entwines his fingers with his lover's, still holding it above his head.]

Not so fast. I don't want a quickie. [his voice is muffled, and his breath ghosts over wet skin. Archer's sure he can feel pleasure that Cú feels through the Bond. However, he tries to fill the request, stretched over his lover.]

[ Tonight I want to take it slow. Archer said and sure hell he intends to do so. Caster strains against him, breathe quicker— he's a definition of impatience. But he likes to please his lovers, and when Archer has a clear wish how to go about it— he might play the defiant card but he doesn't truly intend to force Archer to abandon his idea. ]

Do you enjoy this? Denying my every request? [ Even a view— come on Archer. What's not seen is most enticing, yes. And part of him even gets the idea of what looks good about one being naked and other not. He's still selfish and Archer is going to have to work for his reward. ] ...thinking you can make me beg?

[ He presses back against the red knight, wanting as much skin contact as he can get. Even if right now their only point of contact are their hands and hips. ]

[Archer isn't cruel, so he takes a risk to unzip his pants and push it down. All's going to end well if Cú won't upset his balance, otherwise he's going to prove just how squishy is his mage.

With how he's stretched over his Bonded he can't quite offer any caress. Perhaps not true - breath over wet skin is a pleasant sensation, is it not? So Archer does it, blowing cool air on Caster's nipple.]

[ Part of him wants to make it more of a fight, to make Archer work for it— but there is no lie, part of him enjoys giving up control. The grip on his hand is surprisingly strong, but that's how Red Knight is, isn't it? Especially now with dragon traits letting him keep an inhuman strength. If not for his runic enchantments, Caster would have to use some clever tricks to free himself.

Not that he wants that— he realizes, it's not like he wants to free himself. A shudder runs through his body, he might resent Archer a little for finding his weak spots so easily.

When he hears, more than sees, pants being taken care of, he scrambles to work those skirts of his open. It comes apart really easily. ]

Not going to take anything else off, unless I make you? [ Bold words for someone pinned down. ]

[Archer just raises a brow at Cú. With only pants on, how can he take anything else off? He's already half-naked, it's more than enough. Suddenly another cough breaks his train of thoughts, and he can almost feel the burn. Grey eyes flicker to Caster's face, but lack of reaction and lack of marks on his lover's skin prove there's nothing to worry about.]

Cú. [such precaution requires reward, so he licks a stripe up Caster's chest followed by a breath of warm air. Fire witch, fire dragon, it's surprising how well they match each other.

Caster's thighs are maddeningly arousing. Lean and strong, surprisingly pale for someone spending his days on adventuring that contrasts sharply with black of high stockings. Archer can't tell why it captivates him so.]

Have you had anyone come between your thighs? [he wonders, breath catching when he feels smooth skin as he rubs against those thighs.] Have you ever been taken?

[ Half-naked and full-naked is a big, big difference. Especially with a man like Archer who likes to hide under a layer of clothes. That might be the downside of a Bond, with so intimately connected neither can really hide or disguise how they feel. And Caster feels want, intertwined by fondness and (slightly annoyed) attraction to the Red Knight. Archer's done so much for him, going on with his idea can be one way to show gratitude—

He arches reflexively, body not yet ready to lose the short caress he's been given. Or maybe a reaction to the words that follow— ]

Now, now... Talking about past lovers in a moment like this sounds like poor manners— [ Caster barely manages to repress a laugh, his voice warm with amusement and eyes brimming with delight. But he gets the intent behind the question, or at least he thinks he does ] I've lied down with a man before, I know what we're doing.

[ Things happened, lover happened. Long, long ago. And it isn't really a place or a time for reminiscence. ]

[It's true that Archer still prefers to hide scars under clothes, even if he's gotten comfortable with showing visible reminders of his choices. Trust and mutual attraction has helped to tone down his self-depreciating streak.

Feelings on their link make him press closer to Cú, warmth and delight in his voice and red eyes not mistaken for anything else. It affects him too, pulling similar feelings close to the surface. Archer instinctiely ducks his head, trying to hide how affected he is.]

I'm not asking who. [he huffs. It makes him want to slide between those sexy thighs and thrust until he comes like an overeager teenager. It makes him want to claim Cú, to take and mark him as his own. Archer is no longer sure where the dragon instinct ends and his own begins.] I want you.

[ Caster sense the turmoil, the inner conflict, and frankly speaking— he can't understand it. What makes Archer deny himself, deny them both, what clearly they both want. Is this his whole thing of putting desires of others above his own acting here? Or is it just a spike of doubt—

Well, with doubt, Caster can help. He hooks a leg around Archer's hips and pulls him in closer still. Using his free hand to cup his jaw and bring him into a fervent kiss— one full of need, teeth and pressing tongue. No restraint is how Cú Chulainn fares, his passion open book on their link. It's a risk should another cough would happen, but Caster has enough self-control to not let the kiss go on for too long.

And again, the danger is an aphrodisiac ]

Then what are you waiting for? I'm right here— [ He whispers allowing his free hand to slide down roam the expanse of Archer's chest. A picture display of eager willingness. ] I can take you.

[ It's not an offense, it's not something to worry about he'd deny. Give and take, he can give up control if that's a wish of his partner, and he does enjoy these moment (even more so if they're part of a playful struggle). ]

[Archer's eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide. His Bonded's words fuel his want, just like the kiss and the way his lover meets him halfway always asking for more. It's dangerous for him - for them both. For the first time Archer ignores his common sense in favor of more fervent kissing and touching that he can't get enough of. This time he kisses Cú, although he keeps his kisses short. It's foolish, it's risky, but his lover makes him lose most, if not all, restraints.]

I will make you remember your words. [he promises half jokingly, taking those words as a cue that his lover knows. Teasingly he runs his fingers along Cu's thigh.]

[ A short whine when they part, Caster enjoys kissing and this being one thing denied this night is a slight annoyance. Even now, that he managed to coax a few kisses out of the dragon, it's not enough. (And he knows it should be enough, they have tempted the fate already) ]

I expect nothing less. [ Playful as it is, Caster is serious about this pressure. No pressure. He lets a pleased gasp as the fingers tease his legs, and a does not forget to give back. But his hand and simple caress returns up, to Archer's face. Considering the next thing he does is slide two fingers between Archer's lips, pressing down on his tongue, he got an idea of what he's doing. ]

[Tempting fate is Caster's favourite pasttime, and Archer definitely is aware of this tendency. Knowing that protective spell works encourages him to kiss the corner of Cú's lips. Playing with fire, tempting fate, it's not that far from what he's doing right now.

Without breaking eye contact Archer lowers his head as he sucks and licks those slender fingers. No lie, he's curious what his lover did and how much he learned during his summonings. There's a lot of modern (and not so modern) inventions to try. Besides magic was commonplace during Caster's times, and he's sure it was used in bedroom as often as outside.

With his mouth occupied he has to pay back in touch. Featherlight touches along sexy thighs, trailing to hip and then to navel. If Cú gasps his touch lingers, still too light to be a caress. Archer wants to commit this scene to his memory, to be able to recall his lover's expression as he teases him without mercy.]

[ The sight of Archer's enthusiasm does blindside Cú a bit. He ends admiring the sight wordlessly, working the fingers in and out of his mouth, admiring the eagerness— with teasing touch across his skin, exactly where it is the most sensitive, exactly where it produces the best result and makes him writhe under it, and this sight? Suffice to say, his thoughts go elsewhere.

While Archer made his wish for the night clear, it doesn't mean he can't voice a wish of his own. Perhaps not for this day, maybe for the later. Something to—

—keep in mind

Slowly he withdraws the fingers, trailing Archer's bottom lip, dragging them wetly down his chin. ]

Damn, you're good with your mouth. I'd like to see it put elsewhere in use someday. [ His voice is hoarse, and a little breathless. And there is no lie that he kind of takes his time, before he moves to what he intended to do. It's gonna take a little time, the whole, preparing himself. But he can't help but wonder. Is this them, or is this the Bond magic, or even the much older curse that carved a path between them? It wouldn't matter if this was just reliving a physical need, but it from the start came from a place of care.

Considering just the physical part would be easier. (It's not really a moment for doubts or being thoughtful, and he'd rather not draw attention to himself for that) ]

[The way Caster watches him makes all the heat pool in his groin. All the frustration and irritation from earlier did change into want, and seeing his own desire reflected in red eyes makes him only want more and more. Soft gasps, light blush when he finds the right spot, that slightly dazed but satisfied look fuels his imagination. Cú is hot, no wonder his clan tried to marry him off in such a hurry. Not that it helped.

It's not important, though. Nothing is important aside of the man beneath him and the sounds he makes. Archer chases slender fingers withdrawing from his mouth with the tip of his tongue.]

I'd love to. [his voice is deeper and just as breathless, his feelings seeping through their Bond.]

[ 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.]

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