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[beshackled]

This is Erichthonios. Apologies for not being available at the moment. Pray leave a message, and I shall respond to your communication as soon as I receive it.

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getting pretty NSFW in here, lol

[heartofsalvation]

[Themis's smile becomes wider, watching the anticipation grow on his features. He unfastens the top of the robe and pushes it past Erichthonios's shoulders, exposing his chest and upper arms. Erichthonios is hardly a battle-hardened warrior with many scars to tell the tale, but the scars from the encounter with the Phoinix remain. He traces over them lightly, despite knowing full well how cold his hands are right now.

Erichthonios had been clear in his words about wanting to be positioned under him, but perhaps this will do for now. To be able to touch and explore beforehand is... nice. Enough so that he wonders why he never caught on to just how nice it is. There had just never been anyone before... but now, he sees. Now, he notices.]

Nor I, you. You did voice your desires already... though I confess this is probably farther from what you had imagined.

Confirming veer into NSFW territory

[beshackled]

[The effect is one instantaneous. Respiration increasing from the very moment the catch to the fabric is parted, his chest rises and falls in deep swells, the chill of the air warring with the building heat in his body. Nipples perk in response to the kiss of cold, the caress of a cool hand tickling at his scar, the act as kindling to the warmth inside him, stoking him hotter.

He parts his lips, tongue wetting them as he allows Themis his pleasure, testing the limits of his own patience. His knees feel weak, but he yet stands firm, even as he speaks in a low, tremulous voice.]

Kiss me.

[heartofsalvation]

[Deeply enjoying the timbre of his voice, Themis stands as tall as he can and pulls Erichthonios down to oblige him, smoothing his palms up and down his arms. He encourages him to drop the robe to the floor, placing hands on his hips once it's gone and pressing his clothed front to Erichthonios's skin as they part.]

I thought you wanted to touch?

[An almost haughty-sounding tease; he tilts his head coyly, inviting. There is a fair bit of difference between their states of dress right now, after all.]

[beshackled]

[Oh, he most certainly wants to touch. Taking a moment to appreciate Themis' expression -- the tilt of his head, the way his long hair frames his neck and brushes it just so -- Erichthonios is quick to return to their prior act, this time taking the initiative of bending down to seize the other's lips. Bare arms slide up the soft white front of robes, fingers grazing over embroidered motifs and ornamental roping in search of the fastening, deftly undoing it once they find their mark.

Parting the loosened garment, Erichthonios rubs the pads of his thumbs along ridges of collarbone, tracing their contours as they are exposed in his quest to disrobe his friend-turned-lover.

Over shoulders and down arms, white soon joins black upon the floor.]

[heartofsalvation]

[Stretching up to try and match him, Themis drapes his arms around Erichthonios's neck, taking his time kissing him. Their stomachs touch, and a frisson runs up his spine, warm and pleasant. He'd be perfectly content to stay here for hours if the air wasn't so chilly, and the fact remains that they still need to wash up. But that can be dealt with easily enough...]

We will need these off, as well.

[A small, earnest smile. The podea skirts are very forgiving when it comes to concealing anything beneath them, but by the flush rising on his skin, it's not difficult to figure out what he's hiding. In an attempt to be coy, he pauses to assess things rather than making a move to remove them from either side.]

But as you may have noticed, my hands are rather cold... perhaps I should warm them up first?

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[Arms wrapping loosely around a bare waist, Erichthonios does not hesitate to run his hands over every ilm of skin within his easy reach. An appreciative hum rumbling in his throat, he traces broad patterns, ascending the sides of Themis' rib cage only to cross over his back and reverse direction, stroking down the length of it as fingers press into every curve and dip of muscle.

As tips touch the fabric of the podea, Themis' words return sharply to mind. Their remaining clothes are an obstacle, and they must needs be removed.]

...Let me warm you.

[Nuzzling against Themis' cheek, Erichthonios murmurs in a sultry timbre against his ear, lips brushing the skin there. Fingers hook into the podea waist, lingering but a moment there before continuing in their task.

It, too, falls loosely onto the floor.]

[heartofsalvation]

[His breath hitches when Erichthonios whispers into his ear, wondering somewhere dimly within himself when he'd learned to act so... so sexy? It's an unbecoming thought, so it is immediately dismissed out of hand, but the effect remains in spite of him.

Somewhat tellingly, Themis is mostly hard already, a fact that surprises even himself. When did he learn to love like this? To want, in spite of his inhibitions? He'd ponder over it some more if he had the presence of mind, but his thoughts are growing foggy while being touched like this. More and more, basic instinct is taking over.]

Mmm...

[All he can do is run a hand down Erichthonios's back after being caught off guard by his partner's sudden boldness, knowing he should probably take initiative before getting stuck in a compromising position, but failing to ever do so. Erichthonios's hands are so much bigger than his own... and his touch so warm, a stark contrast to the cool air surrounding them.]

[beshackled]

[A spark of levin arcing through his limbs at the hitching of his beloved's breath, Erichthonios presses on in his journey across the smaller body with increasing urgency. Hupodema are discarded one after the other, toed off and nudged aside as Themis strokes a hand down his back, eliciting a shudder of desire as fingers pass over the space between his shoulder blades.

He loses himself in the moment then, trailing kisses down the flushed skin of Themis' neck, lips mouthing at his collar as hands caress the curve of his hips. The background noise of his thoughts fades, higher reasoning supplanted by a need to be close, to be intimate, the trail of hands and lips progressing down and down as he slowly sinks onto his knees.

Chest and abdomen and thigh are all warmly attended, digits fondling the later as lips mark their journey across the former.

Weight borne upon his knees, Erichthonios mouths the jut of bone at Themis' hip much as he had done his collar, eyes flitting to glance at the growing hardness no longer at quite at rest between his legs. His breath grows hotter still, washing across skin, stirring the hairs that paint flesh in an array of silver-white.

He wants it, he realizes, and heeding the urge to reach out, he takes the stiffened length into his hand, encircling it in his grasp with an unfettered moan.]

[heartofsalvation]

[When Erichthonios slips downward, so close and yet so very far, he has little choice but to allow him leave to do as he pleases. The anticipation is both frustrating and delicious at the same time as he wonders to himself, how long has he wanted to do this for?

Yet when his hand is applied, Themis makes a soft noise, his length twitching just slightly in reaction to the touch.]

Your hands are cold, too...

[It's stated as a mild observation rather than a complaint. Even so, he pinches his shoulders a bit, realizing if Erichthonios is going to do what he thinks, he's going to need to brace himself against something, lest he embarrass himself or hurt him by dropping to the floor at a pivotal moment.

Shuffling backward little by little, he lets Erichthonios follow his inching until his back hits the wall -- good enough, he thinks. Swallowing, he plays with the locks of hair he can reach at the moment, going right back to the electric anticipation from before.]

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[Feeling a hand in his hair, Erichthonios glances up with an adoring smile, half-lidded eyes aglow like a warm flame, thumb brushing along his shaft in an absent-minded caress.]

Apologies. [He says, for the coolness of his hands. Themis may not be complaining, but such words come naturally to him.

Resuming his attentions, he tips his head down, mouth pressing to the soft skin just below Themis' abdomen, nose brushing against the hairs as he pulls back, kissing along his length from base to tip, warming him with his breath as his mouth travels.

After a moment's pause, he takes him inside, lips parting to engulf him in wet heat.]

[heartofsalvation]

[The most embarrassing part of all this, he thinks, is the eye contact, the absolutely infatuated look on his face as he services Themis in a way he's scarcely ever imagined before. He sucks in air and forgets to exhale again for a while, only letting it go on another shuddered breath a few moments thereafter.

If this tension is the thrill of it... it's no wonder so many people spoke so often of fooling around with one another in their spare time.]

Erichthonios... You don't have to...

[As if to offer him an alternative; as if this isn't a fun activity for him. As if Erichthonios didn't initiate it all of his own volition, and invite him in here with him. He averts his eyes and internally curses his own rapidly-crumbling filter while fondly stroking his hair with the pads of his fingers, an action done somewhat outside himself.]

[beshackled]

[A rumbling moan rises in response from Erichthonios, the man only closing his lips more firmly as he bobs his head up and down his lover's hardened length, each time taking in a little more, gauging his comfort as he gradually takes him deeper.

But he does not merely settle into equilibrium once satisfied with the depth. Fingers kneading at the pale skin of Themis' hips, Erichthonios lingers in a brief interlude of contemplation and then begins to suckle the gently throbbing mass, changing things up as he becomes accustomed to the length and girth of him by trying out different forms of stimulation.

He doesn't have to, but he wants to. He wants to do this, to love and pleasure his beloved without reservation, without shame... to take all the restraints he has imposed upon his heart and, if only for a few moments, break them.]

Mmmmnn...

[heartofsalvation]

[There's a lovely vibration in his throat when he does that long hum, and Themis has to tear his gaze away and close his eyes, using one hand to stroke Erichthonios's hair while the other focuses on keeping him braced against the wall. His cock gives a slight twitch of appreciation, however, betraying the control he has over the rest of himself.

It's... pleasurable. Overwhelmingly so. He has to try hard not to let slip the noises that threaten to spill out from his chest, but he knows Erichthonios's game already, and he knows that's what he wants. The part of him that wants to remain in his comfort zone clashes with the part that wants to go unfettered for once, even though it's already hard enough to think clearly with a warm mouth servicing him.]

Ah... That's nice...

[A small but significant admission. His breath speeds up, the flush on his face spreading to his neck. Hearing his own heart in his ears, he leans his hips forward, just a little, just enough to indicate he's eager for more.]

[beshackled]

[Emboldened by the words of affirmation, Erichthonios grows ever more eager in his ministrations, taking him deeper and sucking with growing zeal, moans of pleasure humming in his throat as he moves, stroking him with his mouth as fingers curl against his hips.

His own erection is straining, pushing against what remaining clothes he wears, each movement causing it to rub lightly against the fabric entrapping his engorged phallus. The combined feeling of it all causes his temperature to spike, body growing hot enough that a sheen of perspiration begins to bloom over his skin, the darkness of it shining.

Losing himself in the moment, he runs his tongue lustfully along the underside of his lover's shaft, massaging it as he slowly draws back, eyes glancing up in hopes of catching a glimpse of Themis' expression.]

Ohhhhhn...

[Oh, how he has wanted this...]

[heartofsalvation]

[Themis isn't really paying attention to where Erichthonios is looking, but the expression on his face is priceless as he struggles to keep himself anchored, every subsequent breath becoming a greater challenge than the last. They're loud and short and blurry at the edges, much like his thought processes right now, though most of his remaining conscious self is going towards not bucking straight into Erichthonios's throat out of courtesy.]

Please...

[He doesn't know what he's asking for anymore -- a release, he supposes. He's got him trapped here in this vulnerable position and is savoring it for all it's worth, and all Themis can do is hold on. The muscles in his abdomen start to ripple a bit, tilting his upper body slightly forward as his thighs shake and his knees tighten; he won't last much longer.]

[beshackled]

[Gazing up, Erichthonios beholds the expression of his lover, and though the fog of desire makes it difficult for his eyes to focus properly, he can see... and it is sublime. Entranced, he holds his gaze, tongue dancing lovingly over the head of Themis' cock as he listens to increasingly desperate breaths, hears the softly-spoken plea...

A single, simple word, saying so little, but meaning so much.

Closing his eyes, he takes a single, deep breath, and plunges down nearly the entire length of him, grasping him tightly as he sucks with with as much force as his mouth is able to allow.]

[heartofsalvation]

[He hears the sound of Erichthonios breathing in through his nose, and then feels something just break inside of him, causing him to make a high-pitched keening noise as the hand in ruddy hair clenches as if to keep him from escaping. His knees tighten while his core ripples, and he rides it out all on a single breath, only coming back to gasp for air as the initial sensation gives way to wild spasms.

It is only after he starts to grow overly sensitive that Themis lets go, realizing with embarrassment that he'd held him in place without meaning to while releasing in his mouth, trying desperately to catch his breath and slow his heartbeat. Worried his legs will fail him in the aftermath, he keeps one hand on Erichthonios's hair and the other on the wall.]

That was-- I couldn't help myself...

[As if Erichthonios didn't invite the situation himself by refusing to let go even when he'd had ample warning. After a while, he sighs deeply and pushes off the wall, a little more confident in his ability to stand up.]

Thank you, but... what about you? Shall I return the favor?

[Completely ignoring that they're in here to shower... but then again, perhaps there is a wisdom in doing all the dirty things first so they can clean up afterwards.]

[beshackled]

[It was never Erichthonios' intent to escape. Cheeks aflame, he'd gulped down Themis' ejaculate with barely-repressed ardor, the tight grip on his hair barely more than a note in the back of his mind as he suckled and swallowed, his very soul sparking at taking in his lover's corporeal aether in such an intimate way.

He couldn't help himself, and nor could Erichthonios.

Feeling his partner relax, Erichthonios draws back as he shifts his weight from the wall, the softening member sliding from his lips as he pulls away. He looks up in a daze, satiated, mayhap even slightly giddy, and yet filled with a desire for more.

Skin radiating heat, he slowly comes to a stand, gingerly navigating the small space so as not to inadvertently upset Themis' balance, and loosens the waist of his podea. Fabric slips down tawny skin, charcoal descending to reveal the color of rich earth glistening with perspiration, the swell of his erection springing firm between his legs, a mass formidable in both length and girth. The reddened head is moist, already primed, and aching to be touched.]

...I am yours. [He speaks, heart fluttering in his chest, utterly devoted.] Do with me as you will.

[It is an open invitation... one for Themis to take this wheresoever he wishes.]

[heartofsalvation]

[Themis makes an acknowledging sound in the back of his throat and takes a step forward, closing the gap between them. He can taste himself on Erichthonios's tongue, which... isn't as bad as he thought it might be, at least in the heat of the moment. Maybe later, he'll feel more self-consciousness over it, though.

His hand wraps around his erection, drawing it up and stroking in a firm but gentle grip. It's slow to start, but enough of a taste to whet his appetite, perhaps. Little by little, step by step, he starts walking Erichthonios back towards the shower, stopping when his back hits the glass. At that point, he takes his free hand and places it next to his head, leaning his weight into the glass and effectively trapping him there. He looks up at him with a smile, though, knowing he's not likely to go anywhere even if he wanted to.]

Well... I think we ought to at least get the water running, don't you?

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[Quivering as he is taken in hand, Erichthonios nevertheless allows himself to be guided backwards to the shower, arms loosely wrapped around his lover as his mouth is explored. As he becomes surer in his footing, he gently responds, twining his tongue with that of Themis', trusting in him implicitly to direct their course.

As his back comes up against the glass, the levin of anticipation runs again through his body, fire-like heat coursing in his veins.

When Themis braces his hand aside Erichthonios' face, he cannot help but call to mind the desire to be pressed down into his bed, to be pinned beneath the weight of the smaller man, and unbidden, his body responds, the weight of his cock twitching in Themis' grip with a throbbing pulse.]

O-Ohh...

[He reaches, fumbling for the water, not having the presence of mind to turn it on by any other means.]

[heartofsalvation]

[Oh, he likes that... well, then. Filing that fact away for later, Themis uses a single finger and a bit of magic to turn the faucet, being unable to reach it himself. It will take a moment to warm up, during which time he decides to scrape teeth across Erichthonios's neck, pumping him firmly for about twenty seconds until steam starts rising from the stream of water.

There is a definite smirk on his face when he parts from Erichthonios completely to open the door, though. It's a tease -- a test.]

After you.

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[Having spent the duration of said twenty seconds exuberantly pliant in Themis' hold, a small whine of discontent rises from Erichthonios' throat as his lover parts from him. Neck still tipped in offering, he opens his eyes enough to see the smirk on his partner's face, and after a moment's pause he reaches out to catch hold of one hand, taking him along with him as he steps backwards into the shower.

The water strikes him first, the unending curtain of droplets pounding and splashing at his back, then his hair, and as he draws Themis into the current, soaking him too. Impatient hands sweep at the pale fringe, stroking saturated strands back before cupping his face and drawing him into another heated kiss.]

[heartofsalvation]

[The sound Themis makes is one of sheer amusement, allowing himself to be pulled along. Under the warm flow, as Erichthonios occupies his mouth, his hands find his length once more, stroking idly while considering how best to approach this. They will need oil, and to stand out of the stream to prevent it from rinsing off by accident...

After a while, he pushes Erichthonios a little farther back, letting his back hit the tiled wall despite how cold it must feel in contrast to the water. Laying his front side over him as best he can, he thinks he has an idea.]

Lift your leg, please.

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[Still panting from their entanglement under the water, Erichthonios allows himself to be guided back once more, relishing in the feel of Themis' body as it fits against his own.

When the request comes, he lifts his leg without a second thought, the inside of his thigh brushing the outline of his lover as he brings it up.]

Where do you want it...?

[Eyes half-lidded, he licks his lips, eager for whatever is to come. Should he hook it around his waist, over his arm, or...?]

[heartofsalvation]

[Themis responds by looping his arm under Erichthonios's knee and holding it up that way, letting it rest there as he places a hand on the wall. Then he pauses for a brief moment, holding out the other hand as a bottle of oil drops down out of thin air, because he's not about to go looking for a suitable substitute. He douses his dominant hand in it, then sets it aside in case he needs more later.

Experimentally, he rubs the oiled palm over his balls and checks to see how feasible it is to stretch him with just one leg up, but it seems he'll need to hold him up completely to make it work. Making a hum of discontent, he pushes his body weight into Erichthonios and reaches for his other leg.]

Other one, too. I've got you.