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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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[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.]

time to dip into fanart? lol

[heartofsalvation]

[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...!]

[heartofsalvation]

[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.

[heartofsalvation]

[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.