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[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.]

[ A sudden cry comes from Cú at the sharp kiss (well, bite) on his neck, he tilts his head back to give better access, even if it means accidentally hitting the floor. Softness and tenderness contrasting with the sudden edge of pain. Oh yes, this will leave the mark— but not a wound.

He wouldn't mind if Archer's bite drew blood, he realizes. And it's all too obvious on the link they share. Biting is something he enjoys, be it giving or receiving. Perhaps a primal need to mark and be marked. (How close to his feral side he'd be had he be made a Monster?)

It's why just staying relaxed and taking the slow pace is so hard for him (and no pun intended..or is it?), but he's enjoying the ride— enjoying the tenderness even if his words before were contrary to what he feels ]

You're— ah, you're doing good Emiya. [ He runs his hand through Archer's hair, encouraging him to continue. Even taking it slowly, makes him gasp and moan. The way his spine curves and his hips buck encourage Archer to go deeper, relishing every inch. If not for the clearly stated wish to "not rush" and "go slowly", he wouldn't try to be patient right now. (In his clouded mind he probably deserves a golden star for this patience) ] More...

[It's terribly hard to not give in and fuck his lover in earnest. Selfish need to imprint himself on Cú so he will always return to his bed is surprisingly intense. Archer resists with another bite, slightly higher; Caster won't be able to hide this one. His breath catches as he pushes deeper and deeper, body trembling from the constraint. He grabs his lover's hand to not lose himself, to anchor himself amidst the pleasure.

Archer knows Cú doesn't mind pain. More than that, the sudden spike of excitement and pleasure at the bite, how his body clenches and sucks him in, the way Caster bares his throat and pushes back tempting him. Archer longs to lose himself in the tight heat of his lover's body, to mark pale skin with bites that will last for days. It's been a long time since he did, since he was alive. It claws at him, his control fraying. But he wants to give a tender moment too, before he drowns himself in the wild instincts urging him to take and possess. He's not sure how long will it last.]

You belong with me, Cú.

[ The feral instincts are leveled by the Bond, and touch enhances the connection. It's a different kind of losing control here, one that Caster actively encourages as his hands caress Archer's shoulders and back, mindful of where the wings grow— gentle touch turns into fingernail scraping at the skin and scales as the closeness and pleasure threaten to overwhelm him.

But it's not the pleasure that does it, it's the words. A quiet admission, no a statement that completely and entirely disarms him. Being alive again, means living without everyone that made his life once what it was (he was the first one to go after all). As a spirit existing outside of time for clearly stated goal, it's not a concept to dwell on, but living and breathing once more gives it weight. He thought he doesn't belong here and yet—

Unable to find words to answer the declaration, unable to contain the emotions it stirs it him (lest alone hide them, Archer gets a clear read on the intense turmoil, warmth and affection) he answers with action. Placing his hand on the back of Archer'ss head he pulls him into a kiss ]

[Intensity of emotions and kiss catches him off-guard. It too unexpected, too sudden and makes him finally give in. He trusts Cú with his life, his sanity, and his feelings too, even those he rarely shows.

His thrusts are slow but deep at first and gain speed once he ensures his lover is fine. Giving up control for a short moment of closeness and pleasure, with someone whom he trusts to share a rare unguarded moment. Archer shares his own affection and doesn't move away when the kiss ends.]

[ It turned breathless rather quickly, and Caster finds himself gasping for air when they part, hand roaming Archer's body. It's not just surrendering control, it's being laid bare and vulnerable because of how this man had undone him with his words. Part of him that wanted to struggle, that make his dragon to work for this is now quiet. He cups Archer's cheek, almost too tenderly— the focus and tight control slipping away with each move? It's fascinating to watch— and by the gods he is attractive and strong and way too kind, even with the control flaring.

A particular move, a particular spot inside him draws a loud, shameless moan out of Caster. A full-body arch, nails that leave a scratch. As always he's unrestrained, honest and willing to give, often more than he takes. (But he loves what how he takes tonight) ]

Tomorrow— would you say it again? [ Or is it a spur of the moment. Something that feels right to say between the sheets. And there is nothing wrong with that, but it also better for it to be made clear. ]

[It is sharing his vulnerability, sharing feelings Archer rarely allows himself, even now where he has to be honest with himself. He leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Just how many has seen him without his guard up, how many has seen right through him, through all the bullshit and lies.

Cú did from the very beginning.

Nails in his back make him hiss, but that moan brings a hint of smirk as Archer tries to make his lover repeat it again and again. It must be a good spot if Caster keeps squeezing him so tight.]

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every day after that. [he ensures his lover, still leaning into his hand as he looks straight into red eyes.]

[ Crimson meets the colour of steel. But Cú's eyes do not hold clarity for long, another move and they haze with fog and shut entirely. As another thrust curls his toes and makes him press back, demanding more.

That's risky, that's foolish— these kinds of promises. What a mess they make.

Acknowledging anything between them should feel wrong. Shaping one another's destiny warrants them being something more than mere strangers, but if spear's curse is what connects them, then the more distance remains better in the long run. Yet here they are. Belonging together— but not to one another. An incredibly clever wording, and yet so tender— Stay free, but know there is a place to return to, he gets that thought behind it. Not a chain, but a home. An offer of one.

And thus Cú Chulainn is left speechless.

He sinks into the embrace, melting into the warmth and building pleasure. While he can't form words, his feelings, raw and open are clear on their link. Nostalgia, gratitude and fondness— among other things he can't name. He always saw Archer as a man of no conviction, yet for the months they were here, and through their Bond— he was never given reason to doubt him. ]

[It's much more than he deserves, and also a proof of incredible trust. For a moment Archer can't breathe, caught by what he notices in red eyes. Then Cú closes his eyes, losing himself in pleasure and so many emotions that echo through their Bond. His own are just as much of a mess— affection, warmth, so many complicated feelings he can't untangle. There's simple need for his lover, his company, friendship, affection, that doesn't limit to those feelings but encompasses and adds more, forcing him to start caring about himself too. There's a wish to create home to return to, a calm shelter in eye of the storm. There's more than he's willing to admit to himself.]

Cú— [Archer grasps his lover's hand, entwining their fingers together. It's too easy to lose himself in all the feelings that he can't differentiate now, unsure where his own end and Caster's begin. So he chooses an easier way out of losing himself to pleasure that rises steadily with each thrust, each gasp and shiver. In warmth of another body, meeting each of his thrusts, wordlessly asking for more. He's too close to last much longer.]

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