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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.

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[The materialization of the oil sends the flush on Erichthonios' skin spreading, limbs trembling as the slicked hand slides over his skin, a soft o-ohh rising from him as his head tips back briefly against the wall.

He loses himself for a handful of seconds, thoughts only refocusing as he feels the hand move to the leg he still has planted on the ground. Straightening, he glances at Themis, and meeting his eyes, nods.

The other one, too.

Never having done this before, it takes Erichthonios a moment to settle on just how he is going to do that, but it is not long before moves to brace his palms against his lover's shoulders, and with measured precision, pushes off of the ground, trusting in Themis to catch him.]

[heartofsalvation]

[Themis quickly slides his hand under Erichthonios's other knee, using his weight to trap him there firmly with very little trouble. Pressing in with his hips keeps him taut against the wall, freeing up his hands. One slides under the small of his back to keep him from sliding down, while the other, the lubricated one, gets to exploring.

His fingers pad at his entrance for a while before entering, pressing fully up against him so that he is pinned against the wall. By now, Themis has recovered from earlier and is steadily growing an erection again, but has decided to focus on pleasuring his partner for a while before gratifying the both of them.

"Teasing" may be the better word, however. As he sinks his fingers in deeper, he aims upward, testing how sensitive he is from a mere touch.]

How's that? Good?

[His voice is murmured into Erichthonios's neck for extra effect, one that's surprisingly on point for the task. It's very much the business voice of Elidibus with a sultry tinge to it, meant to hit any desires he might have for having someone whisper in his ear while pleasuring him... up against a wall, no less.]

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Ah--! A-ah...!

[Head tipping back in an open-mouthed cry, Erichthonios can barely string a thought together as those fingers begin to explore him. Adjusting his arms, he encircles the smaller Themis' shoulders loosely in his hold, perfectly content to be pinned and utterly at the mercy of his wish to tease him.]

A-ahhhhh... It's good...

[So good that he can hardly believe it is happening. How did they fall into this? First he offered for Themis to join him for a shower, and then--

The fingers touching a sensitive spot, Erichthonios jolts with a sharp gasp, followed by a low, appreciative moan.]

[heartofsalvation]

[It'd be nice to be able to stroke him, too, but he needs to devote one hand to holding him up, at the least. In lieu of that, though, he starts scraping his teeth against Erichthonios's neck, laving his tongue over each mark as he continues to finger and stretch him from underneath. He laughs sweetly as he curls his fingers up, enjoying how positively free he is about reacting to it.

(Themis only wishes he could be that unfettered about it.)]

Good. I think I'll keep you here like this for a while... you've no objections, I trust?

I feel like I do not have enough icons for these sorts of scenes...

[beshackled]

[Each action eliciting a new sound, Erichthonios cannot but writhe and tremble under those most meticulous of ministrations. Sliding a hand up the back of Themis' neck, Erichthonios slips his fingers into his partner's hair, clasping him to his bared throat in an unspoken plea for him to continue. The legs wrapped against strong arms begin to shake.]

Themis, I... I...!

[Chest heaving with heavy breaths, the tremors grow stronger, the quivering phallus trapped between them beading wetness at the tip of its swollen head.

He can't hold on for much longer.]