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loligiary2022-08-06 03:27 pm
eightlazylegs) wrote in loligiary2022-08-06 03:27 pm
FFXIV Misc. Posts
For Eithyrs related threading.
Estinien takes a moment to catch his breath. His gaze hardens again as he forces himself to ignore the way his body sings, distracts, aches.
"Let me fuck you," he manages, teeth half-bared as he says it. "As you did to me. Let me feel it."
He demands nothing, as he should. He only asks permission.
"Let me fuck you," he manages, teeth half-bared as he says it. "As you did to me. Let me feel it."
He demands nothing, as he should. He only asks permission.
"Got the--I got the lubricant this time," Cid gasps, raising up on tip-toes to try and get his kisses higher, hands tearing away at Nero's clothing. "So you'd better have come ready."
Gaius smiles-- not over-eager, but not cruel, wanting, but not overbearing. "Yes, let's have you feel it."
He draws back, dropping his knee down, letting Estinien have space to think -- and to crave. "The rest of the plan can stand, we'll just let you do as you will with me, instead. Is that amenable to you, Estinien?"
He draws back, dropping his knee down, letting Estinien have space to think -- and to crave. "The rest of the plan can stand, we'll just let you do as you will with me, instead. Is that amenable to you, Estinien?"
"Garlond," Nero says as he shakes out of his vest, parts only to pull the linen undershirt up over hios head and toss it to the floor, "You've been with me all damned day. You know exactly how ready I am."
He loves it when he wants him like this. When it's a bone-aching, feral need that makes them forget propriety and just devour each other. What is kindness, what is love, in the face of all consuming obsession?
(Let him feel what Nero feels, just a drop of that aching need.)
He loves it when he wants him like this. When it's a bone-aching, feral need that makes them forget propriety and just devour each other. What is kindness, what is love, in the face of all consuming obsession?
(Let him feel what Nero feels, just a drop of that aching need.)
Estinien does not bother to say yes. He's an 'actions speak louder' sort of person anyway, which is why as soon as the question is asked, with Gaius standing back, the man tackles him to the bed with the full force of a lunging dragoon and the bed itself scrapes back several inches with the force of their mutual landing.
"Then get on the damned bed!" Cid's half-dragging, half walking him over - short as he is, he has the strength for it. He's leaving near-bruising kisses on Nero's throat.
As wood squeaked across the floor, Gaius wondered if he'd made a mistake and let a feral half-dragon elezen jump him to devour. With some of the air taken out of his lungs, he realized what those thighs would do, once Gaius had his legs around Estinien. He was going to have that kind of force behind each one.
Gaius laid amazed at how hard he got at the very thought, groaning he was flattened out under his lover.
Gaius laid amazed at how hard he got at the very thought, groaning he was flattened out under his lover.
He would be somewhat ashamed to admit he nearly came in his pants at that damned order. As a military man it had never been his kink -- he knew he was wonderful, but he didn't need to salute himself, as such -- but he understood it in that moment when Cid gave him an order and Nero barked yes, sir!
As it is, he's climbing on the bed, kicking off as much clothing as possible, because if Cid demands he be face down and ass up, he will be like that in seconds.
As it is, he's climbing on the bed, kicking off as much clothing as possible, because if Cid demands he be face down and ass up, he will be like that in seconds.
It's once Estinien's on top of him and has his pants down that his hurried gestures slow - he remembers he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. He at least manages to get the oil on his hands, to slide his fingertip up and in to his opening.
He looks up to Gaius's face for feedback, worried.
He looks up to Gaius's face for feedback, worried.
This dear, eager man-- so hungry for it, to do it, to be on Gaius' skin, wanting to feel what he's like around his cock. Gaius barely gets time to shift to a more comfortable position before he's got a slick hand in his crack.
"Estinien-- you're doing fine--" he says shifting as he got more comfortable. "Now--slower, and go deeper. I won't take much for you to open me up. Just remember what you're going to do -- and how you don't want to hurt either of us."
"Estinien-- you're doing fine--" he says shifting as he got more comfortable. "Now--slower, and go deeper. I won't take much for you to open me up. Just remember what you're going to do -- and how you don't want to hurt either of us."
"You've done this before? Often enough, I wager?" He must have looked like such a fool, crying out so eagerly merely for a single finger and then unable to breathe at Gaius's full length. Estinien presses in, back hunched and slow. In the lamplight he can see the full extent of those scars across Gaius's belly and thighs - in a twisted way, he finds them beautiful. A sign there is a pain they both share.
He considers if he ought to take Gaius's cock in his mouth, as Gaius had done for him, or if that part is optional. Estinien doesn't want to stop staring at his face until he has to.
He considers if he ought to take Gaius's cock in his mouth, as Gaius had done for him, or if that part is optional. Estinien doesn't want to stop staring at his face until he has to.
Edited 2022-10-31 14:04 (UTC)
It's an order from a man who needs him, only him, like he needs air and water. Cid also won't lie that having Nero obey so eagerly for once is satisfying in itself. Once he's got the man on his hands and knees Cid'll have slick fingers in him almost immedaitely, the other hand tight in his hair.
"Not so often as you might think," Gaius says, dropping his head back as his hips jerk once of their own accord, seeking more from those hands. "A legatus-- the life at the top of a legion is often lonely. It had-- been some time since I last had a lover, we before we-- nnnnh. Took up."
He is correct: he relaxes faster than Estinen does, and his hips occasionally move to seek more pressure, more friction. "But don't treat me with kid gloves. I assure you-- I won't break, either."
He is correct: he relaxes faster than Estinen does, and his hips occasionally move to seek more pressure, more friction. "But don't treat me with kid gloves. I assure you-- I won't break, either."
Estinien muses that this is exactly what he said a few nights ago, that he would hardly break under the treatment - it worries him that Gaius won't break. That he'll be bored with the pitiful offerings Estinien brings to him. It's a fear that makes his hands more forceful than they could be, and makes him snark as he presses Gaius's legs back up around his own shoulders. "I'll hold you to that," he says as he starts to press in.
Nero doesn't make it easy-- he gives some pushback, pulling at his hair even as he thrusts his hips back to demand Cid give him more. Unruly, bratty bottom that he is, Nero is clearly enjoying himself even as he tries to get more of Cid than he's currently being given.
"Garlond--" he growls it out, though it cuts off sharply when Cid grips his hair just right. "Just fucking do it! I know you need it--"
"Garlond--" he growls it out, though it cuts off sharply when Cid grips his hair just right. "Just fucking do it! I know you need it--"
Gaius gives a low hiss; certainly the elezen is smaller than he is -- Garleans are just built thick -- but that doesn't stop him from remembering the stretch and the burn after so long without taking. He relaxes his legs to give Estinien full control, but his scared arms stretch up to grab at the head board so he can arch.
"There-- there you are--" he gets out as his body adjusts. Then he reaches up to tangle one hand in silvery locks. "Fuck-- Estinien--"
"There-- there you are--" he gets out as his body adjusts. Then he reaches up to tangle one hand in silvery locks. "Fuck-- Estinien--"
God, that gasp. Estinien surges up harder than he should at that, wanting to hear more of it. "By the--you're..." Such heat, and Estinien fances he can feel the man's very pulse where they're connected. He steels himself not to go too fast - if he came ahead of Gaius for the third time he'd never let himself live it down.
But by the Fury, those noises could make him climax in themselves.
But by the Fury, those noises could make him climax in themselves.
"Shut up!" Cid says, immediately before giving Nero exactly what he wants - his dick sliding into him, hard and unrelenting. Nero's the taller of the two but Cid has more girth, and in this aspect they match the pattern as well. Each having what the other lacks.
The sharp cry of relief is high keening sound, before Nero cuts off into pants, taking the pace that Cid sets. He's a talker, half nonsense: like fucking a piston, don't stop, don't you dare stop, give it to me, all of it--! It just runs from his mouth like a fountain of incoherent half-sentences interrupted by sharp cries when Cid starts to ruin hims with the right angle.
All the muscles of his legs stand in sharp relief, tensed; his body welcomes Cid in but the flex of muscle grips him tight, demanding he stay, too, until Nero's beyond thinking about reaction or teasing and is just groaning into the mattress like he's going to die from bliss.
All the muscles of his legs stand in sharp relief, tensed; his body welcomes Cid in but the flex of muscle grips him tight, demanding he stay, too, until Nero's beyond thinking about reaction or teasing and is just groaning into the mattress like he's going to die from bliss.
If only Gaius knew the thoughts-- he'd reassure, but he knows full well men have their pride. But he is giving Estinien the view he wants: that long neck bared, Gaius's mouth moving when he says something, the way his eyelashes flutter when he feels good.
Then it happens: Gaius's grip abruptly tightens, and his back is pulled taut at he writhes, sucking in a harsh breath. His eyes screw shut only to open wide, as Estinien thrusts in again. "Right-- right there, Estinien-- right-- right there--"
Then it happens: Gaius's grip abruptly tightens, and his back is pulled taut at he writhes, sucking in a harsh breath. His eyes screw shut only to open wide, as Estinien thrusts in again. "Right-- right there, Estinien-- right-- right there--"
Focus. Focus. Estinien grits his teeth, trying to steel his determination to finish out his duty. HIs hands are iron, but his body is trembling. Tendrils of red are wafting off him, barely visible, as even his own body's aether rises to the duty of making Gaius come before he does.
Gaius is not a loud man, but even he can be reduced to animal noise of pleasure, panting and swearing. He grabs where he can; with this legs pinned to Estinien's shoulder, that leaves his hands to grab onto the dragooon to try; he'll raise scratches in his grip, finger nails growing crook after the nail beds were burnt. Agony and ecstasy are brothers, after all.
When he comes it's with a shout, a sob of relief, and splatter of pale white come across his brown belly; a hard first jet and then the softer aftershocks as he opens his eyes only to see stars.
When he comes it's with a shout, a sob of relief, and splatter of pale white come across his brown belly; a hard first jet and then the softer aftershocks as he opens his eyes only to see stars.
What comes out of Estinien's mouth is incomprehensible because it translates approximately to 'oh thank the Fury' because it finally means he cans stop holding back, can let loose as fast as he wants and uncoil the need wound tight in his belly. Estinien spills into him with a feral snarl, unable even to ask permission for the right to do so.
Cid has no commentary to offer. Snarls and curses, but none of Nero's eloquence (and Nero has precious little of it right now). It's a testament to how tense Nero's made him that his brilliant mind's reduced to nothing but noises of need, and nails that scrape furrows down the arch of Nero's hips.
Gaius's voice raises in another shout--because he can feel those hips moving, thrusting in, pounding again against that over sensitive prostrate as Estinien jackhammers home. He clings for dear life, keening and breathless as Estinien accidentally discovered 'overstimulation' as a kink.
When they're both done, Gaius's legs are numb and his lashes are wet, and he's got blood under his fingernails. (It isn't his.)
When they're both done, Gaius's legs are numb and his lashes are wet, and he's got blood under his fingernails. (It isn't his.)
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