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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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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...?]

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[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.]

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[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...

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[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.]

time to dip into fanart? lol

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[Judging him sufficiently prepared for the task -- and noticing him getting a little too close to safely edge him anymore -- Themis takes his hand away, teasing him by kissing at his neck and pushing him harder into the wall for a few moments. In order to penetrate him, he has to back up a little, though; he uses both hands to support him as he does, then enters in one brisk stroke to minimize the time they spend apart.

On the bright side, he does offer Erichthonios a while to adjust, quivering as he holds him aloft.]

Ah... I hope that wasn't too hard.

Need to go searching... I try to respect artists who don't want their art used. u_u

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N-no...

[It was sudden, yes. But hard? No, not in the least. Themis' careful preparation had assured that much. The sound of his panting drowned out by the shower, Erichthonios adjusts his hold, twining dampened locks around his fingers as he tries to regain his composure.]

It... feels good...

fair yeah

[heartofsalvation]

[So long as he's all right, then. Themis re-adjusts his grip on him, then starts moving in earnest, savoring the sensation. A part of him wonders what it's like for Erichthonios, if it really feels that good... but perhaps he can explore that another time.

He can't help the small noises that escape him, half from expending so much effort to hold Erichthonios up and half from the sheer amount of pleasure he's receiving from this. It's different from his mouth; fuller, more complete. He pushes hard, so much so that he almost slips before catching himself so that gravity doesn't take over.]

Erichthonios...

[A breathy whisper into his ear, pitched low and husky just for him. If he still is doing it on purpose, it's hard to tell, but either way, there's a tinge of desperation in it this time, the sense of him seeking something.]

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Themis.

[Gasping as his lover's thrusts plunge inside him, Erichthonios' voice rises in passionate reply. His legs are not positioned well to aid him in sinking in more deeply, but they tighten around him all the same, squeezing and relaxing with each surging penetration.]

Themis...! Yes. Yes!!

[What he is saying yes to is ambiguous, but it is an approval. An encouragement voicing his pleasure and permission to go farther all rolled into one neat little word; yes, I like it, yes, it feels good, do it to me, fuck me, fill me. The arms wrapped around Themis' shoulders cling desperately, fingers inadvertently tugging at the strands still clutched within their hold. His body begins to quiver again, his trembling cock trapped between them, swollen tip aching for release.

He is so close...!]

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[The frantic pulling at his hair spurs him on, driving him to push harder in shorter bursts. Themis is much more contained in his expressions of pleasure, but also has enough of presence of mind to be deliberate still, breathing just loud enough to be earmarked for him or biting at whatever skin he can reach in a more calculated way than what's going on below.

At some point, he starts to bow into Erichthonios's shoulder, making a shuddering, wordless gasp as the last catch that holds him back breaks. He's sure Erichthonios can feel him release more than anything, but the growl in his ear that follows is positively primal as he makes as many short strokes as he can muster before the sensitivity, the exhaustion, grows too great in the moments after.

For a solid few minutes after the fact, he continues to hold him up and just breathes, trying to pull himself together and allow Erichthonios time to get to a point where he can stand on his own again before he even tries letting him go. But... truth be told, he almost doesn't want to do that, even though he knows he can't hold him up forever.]

...If I let you down, do you think you can stand if you lean on me?

[He'd really rather not have him collapsing on the first attempt if he can help it, but no matter what, Erichthonios will need the assistance to regain his footing. It was such an impulse decision that he didn't even consider any of this before...]

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[Shuddering breaths fill the air. The tremors in Erichthonios' body have yet to fully subside, dark limbs trembling with each aftershock running like currents along his veins. Slowly, his eyes are able to focus again, and the first thing he sees is him, damp hair mussed and bright lips plump from the fervor with which they had been kissed.

His heart swells in awe of the beauty of him; beautiful, even though he is in disarray, even though he looks exhausted, even though his front has all but been painted with Erichthonios' own release.]

I-I...

[He swallows. His throat feels raw. As though a dream, both distant and close at once, he remembers the reason why; remembers the unbridled cries that fell from his lips in the midst of their passion, words of affirmation and Themis' name over and over again. He'd screamed when he hit his climax, clutching his lover to him tightly as his partner rutted into him with a fervor he had never witnessed before.

He can feel his aether inside of him, a corporeal essence yet unabsorbed, and in his heart resolves to make it a part of him.]

I... think so...

[Tentatively, he loosens his legs, slowly sliding them down the length of Themis' arms, one descending before the other until his toes touch against the floor.]

Truly, your strength is... remarkable.

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[Themis has to laugh a little at his marveling.] It... wasn't easy.

[Steadying him after his feet touch the tile again, he slowly eases off and away from Erichthonios, noting the mess on both their front sides. Perhaps it's a good thing they did this before actually cleaning up in the shower rather than after... it certainly beats having to do it twice.

Slicking wet bangs back again, he exhales deeply, then smiles at him, reaching for the shampoo.]

Come, I'll wash your hair. The water's like to turn cold if we take too long.

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[Though his steps are shaky, Erichthonios eagerly draws forward and into the water, nuzzling the top of Themis' head affectionately whence their bodies meet once more.]

Pray allow me to wash yours, too.