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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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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.