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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.
Crud. He's spiraling, time to distract. "I did have another idea," he says, pressing a few kisses along Hades's cheek. "If you're willing to let me drive for a little bit. I visited Elpis the other day, we were discussing concept husbandry. The way they carefully control and monitor the more dangerous creatures, not Pandemonium's lot but just the ones who can get easily upset." His hands paw at Emet-Selch, adding additional stimulus, trying to draw his friend's mind away from the cold, lonely place it's sliding toward.
What a strange man, thinks Estinien. Painful? He can and has withstood more pain than this Gaius could possibly give with just his bare hands, and his constitution can easily override any disgust. (Estinien has never had a training where someone has told him 'it's all right to stop'. Such kindnesses were for not for a Dragoon.)
He cocks his head again as he listens, feigning an understanding even though he has little of one. Pleasure in the lash or the boot...what, like a flagellant? He had not even an average religious fervor, let alone that, but Gaius likely thought them all an equal batch of zealots. No matter.
He nods at the end, and begins silently removing his shirt, his eyes staying on Gaius.
He cocks his head again as he listens, feigning an understanding even though he has little of one. Pleasure in the lash or the boot...what, like a flagellant? He had not even an average religious fervor, let alone that, but Gaius likely thought them all an equal batch of zealots. No matter.
He nods at the end, and begins silently removing his shirt, his eyes staying on Gaius.
Gaius -- in his smalls as suspected -- moves from his bedroll, and retrieves a few things. In the dark, he asks: "Do you know how you like to be touched? Or have you simply been held apart, all this time?"
It's sad; even Gaius has known the loving comfort of being in someone's arms, of kissing a lover good morning and good night, of carrying a lover's token with him on early deployments, before he rose through the ranks. Sure, they were secret and quiet, but it was still love, it still sparked passion. The Dragoon is a living weapon and that...
...That's something Gaius has always tried to avoid making his people into. Yes, soldiers serve and die, but they still have lives and families, if they are lucky.
It's sad; even Gaius has known the loving comfort of being in someone's arms, of kissing a lover good morning and good night, of carrying a lover's token with him on early deployments, before he rose through the ranks. Sure, they were secret and quiet, but it was still love, it still sparked passion. The Dragoon is a living weapon and that...
...That's something Gaius has always tried to avoid making his people into. Yes, soldiers serve and die, but they still have lives and families, if they are lucky.
"Does it matter?" Estinien snaps back. All right, so he's a little hostile about it. The embarrassment of his inexperience combined with his confusion at anyone asking him what he likes leaves him wrong-footed and a bit flustered. He'd expected a man like Gaius, a man used to efficiency and conquest, to just...throw him down and show him by example. Being asked, rather than shown, makes him uncomfortable.
Azure Dragoons know they will never have families, and their lives will not be long. If you are the type to become Dragoon, you are the type who finds that fact a comfort.
Azure Dragoons know they will never have families, and their lives will not be long. If you are the type to become Dragoon, you are the type who finds that fact a comfort.
Emet is stupidly easily to melt; he does not want to hold on to hurt or pain long, even if it sometimes grabs him and drags him down by his collar.
He seeks a hand to weave his fingers with, to take up to his hand so he can kiss the pads of them. "Tell me, then, how the concept farm amused you this time."
He seeks a hand to weave his fingers with, to take up to his hand so he can kiss the pads of them. "Tell me, then, how the concept farm amused you this time."
"Yes," Gaius says, as he scoots himself closer. "So your first lesson will be to learn to take pleasure, not give it."
It's going to be a hard lesson to learn, to take and accept instead of surrender to overwhelming force. Gaius has no desire to do that to someone who has already known so much pain and conflict.
"We will start slow-- I will touch you. But slowly. No immediate sexual touch. Just finding your tolerance for skin on skin. The rules apply."
And that's when he finally touches Estinien-- with an ungloved hand, calloused fingertips sliding over the wrist in a slow motion.
It's going to be a hard lesson to learn, to take and accept instead of surrender to overwhelming force. Gaius has no desire to do that to someone who has already known so much pain and conflict.
"We will start slow-- I will touch you. But slowly. No immediate sexual touch. Just finding your tolerance for skin on skin. The rules apply."
And that's when he finally touches Estinien-- with an ungloved hand, calloused fingertips sliding over the wrist in a slow motion.
"I'm not some delicate maiden, Black Wolf," Estinien grumbles. He lets his hand be touched, the rest of his body keeping idle and waiting for direction. "I have tolerated much, in my time, and I cannot fathom this being some agony beyond my ability."
His fingers extend as his wrist is touched, but he otherwise makes no movement.
His fingers extend as his wrist is touched, but he otherwise makes no movement.
Hyth reaches out for the aether in the room - the flowers decorating his walls, the pillow on the couch, and crudely weaves them into a cord and collar that encircle Hades's throat. The end of the leash rests in Hyth's hand as he smiles brightly - it's a thin construct and will disappate in hours, but they don't need it to last.
"Would you be my concept, brought to heel, my dear?"
"Would you be my concept, brought to heel, my dear?"
"It is not about agony, unless you want it to be," Gaius points out as he moves to touch further up that arm, running his thumb over the sensitive skin found in the crook of the elbow. His other hand, still bandaged, takes his hand, running his thumb over his knuckles. "Again, I won't be teaching you that. Here the idea is to learn to listen to your body, train it to accept different touch safely."
While his fingers stroke over a wiry bicep, made for hefting the heavy lance Estinien wields, he takes the hand to his mouth, hot breath fanning over Estinien's knuckles before a kiss is placed to them. Then, the wrist, then the palm.
"This is about finding out what makes your blood run hot at a base level, at simple things," Gaius says; pitched low in the tent, it's the Black Wolf's growl gone husky; he is not immune to what he is doing, either. "We can complicate that later, if it is to your liking."
While his fingers stroke over a wiry bicep, made for hefting the heavy lance Estinien wields, he takes the hand to his mouth, hot breath fanning over Estinien's knuckles before a kiss is placed to them. Then, the wrist, then the palm.
"This is about finding out what makes your blood run hot at a base level, at simple things," Gaius says; pitched low in the tent, it's the Black Wolf's growl gone husky; he is not immune to what he is doing, either. "We can complicate that later, if it is to your liking."
Oh, he even shaped something! He must be serious. All attention on Hyth and spiraling thoughts fading, Emet gives a little nod. "And how must I heel then, if I'm some unruly creation? How will you keep me well behaved? Or must I do tricks for amusement, or experiments to record?"
He's curious, at least, to the game.
He's curious, at least, to the game.
Estinien makes a grumbling noise, but he lifts his arm as it is instructed. The other arm stays at his side. No spontaneous movement, even as the touch and the chill air merge to raise goosebumps on his skin. His breathing is forcibly steady as he watches Gaius move across him.
"You need not be silent," Gaius says when he realize the man is as silent as stones. "Noise is helpful to gauge reaction, response."
Then, out of the blue, his mouth still ghosting over Estinien's fingertips, warm and wet: "You've never gone abed with another, but have you ever been kissed, Wyrmblood?"
Then, out of the blue, his mouth still ghosting over Estinien's fingertips, warm and wet: "You've never gone abed with another, but have you ever been kissed, Wyrmblood?"
Estinien has the abrupt and nearly unrestrainable desire to bite Gaius's fingers when they stroke up his arm. It's almost instinct. (I am a man, not a beast, not a dragon, I am a man.) His other hand briefly curls into a fist and relaxes again.
"I believe we've established I was a bit busy for that," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to glare at him.
"I believe we've established I was a bit busy for that," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to glare at him.
Gaius does not offer him pity for it. He doesn't laugh, either. Instead he shifts closer, closing one hand over Estinien's shoulder and the other leaving his hand, bandaged fingers settling on Estinien's hip. He leans in, breath hot over his neck, before he tries for less gentleness and more firmness: teeth and tongue on the juncture of shoulder and neck.
(Some part of the wolf barks angrily; just take him, he's here, he's agreed, he's lovely to look at. It's been so damned long. But Gaius says no, chaining that part of him in silence and restraint, fingers flexing and tightening briefly over Estinien's skin.)
(Some part of the wolf barks angrily; just take him, he's here, he's agreed, he's lovely to look at. It's been so damned long. But Gaius says no, chaining that part of him in silence and restraint, fingers flexing and tightening briefly over Estinien's skin.)
Edited 2022-08-16 04:25 (UTC)
Estinien can feel his skin warming at the touch. He won't speak to how rarely this happens, Gaius knows and at least has the good sense not to mock him for it.
"Just get on with it," he mumbles, and his voice sounds more strained for the effort of being skill. Still, he does not embrace Gaius, or try to offer his own in kind. "I do not need to be courted, I have said you may do as you see fit."
He doesn't understand that this isn't the seduction phase, but the foreplay. Mostly because he doesn't know what that is.
"Just get on with it," he mumbles, and his voice sounds more strained for the effort of being skill. Still, he does not embrace Gaius, or try to offer his own in kind. "I do not need to be courted, I have said you may do as you see fit."
He doesn't understand that this isn't the seduction phase, but the foreplay. Mostly because he doesn't know what that is.
"Courted?" Gaius's voice is warm again, humor lurking at it's edges -- not laughing at Estinien, per se, but definitely seeing something funny in this. "Courtship is a much different thing; I have no idea how Ishgardian go about it, but it's much more complex then sliding into someone's tent in the dead of night and being asked for an educating swive. A formal dinner invitation would start courtship, Wyrmblood. Not this."
Bolder now, he moves his hand on his hip, letting the thumb press into nerves there, before he strokes a hand over Estinien's thigh.
"This is not about loving anyone. Just about--" how to put it? "letting you love what you can feel, if it so pleases you."
Bolder now, he moves his hand on his hip, letting the thumb press into nerves there, before he strokes a hand over Estinien's thigh.
"This is not about loving anyone. Just about--" how to put it? "letting you love what you can feel, if it so pleases you."
Estinien flinches, just a little, at the creeping fingerd. He can feel his blood pooling lower, a warmth and stiffening that he usually greeted with annoyance and a rushed wank. To start having it in front of another, when he's down to his smallclothes...he supposes this is part of the point but it's still embarassing when a tiny noise emerges from his clenched jaws.
Edited 2022-08-16 13:21 (UTC)
So he needs bolder, stronger, insistent. The sight that Estinien does not possess tells him of how the space around him is changing, making him more sensitive to movement, to the way that space is filled. The glittering gem set in the middle of his brow tells him what the other two can't: Estinien is filling space in new ways.
He again puts his mouth to Estinien's neck, letting his unwrapped hand stroke along Estinien's thigh knowing that cock is starting to twitch.
"You're not immune to touch," he says, as his hand skirts higher on his thigh. "Focus if you can there, Dragoon, and stop overthinking, because I'm going to touch you more directly."
He commands with casual ease, the weight of authority padded in a soft voice that no longer echoes through a cavernous helm, as his hand moves over smallclothes, finding that hardening cock beneath the linen and palming it. His mouth return to business, sucking at Estinien's long neck. Hopefully the lizard brain will do what it should: cross pleasure wires and help him along, with wet sucking at his neck as his hand strokes Estinien's cock turning into a mix of sensation that remind his dick of what he could be doing.
He again puts his mouth to Estinien's neck, letting his unwrapped hand stroke along Estinien's thigh knowing that cock is starting to twitch.
"You're not immune to touch," he says, as his hand skirts higher on his thigh. "Focus if you can there, Dragoon, and stop overthinking, because I'm going to touch you more directly."
He commands with casual ease, the weight of authority padded in a soft voice that no longer echoes through a cavernous helm, as his hand moves over smallclothes, finding that hardening cock beneath the linen and palming it. His mouth return to business, sucking at Estinien's long neck. Hopefully the lizard brain will do what it should: cross pleasure wires and help him along, with wet sucking at his neck as his hand strokes Estinien's cock turning into a mix of sensation that remind his dick of what he could be doing.
Edited 2022-08-16 13:48 (UTC)
Estinien clamps down on another noise, but can't help one jerk of his hips against that hand before he forces himself to settle back down again. Control over his body is growing harder and harder - as are other things. "I--shouldn't I be doing something too?" he asks, one hand clutching at the bedroom. He wants to jump this man and--and--and he's not even sure, he just wants it.
The leash length bends and twists, until it becomes an ethereal rope sweeping around Emet-Selch's body into strange, sensual pattern. "Ah, well.. If you're unruly you must be bound up." He puts his hand gently across Emet-Selch's mouth. "Perhaps even muzzled. I know how dangerous your mouth can be, after all."
"Yes, you can: First, make noise," Gaius says, mouth still a presence right beneath one long ear, letting his spit-slick lips brush here and there, voice gravely and low. (Smoke damage; Estinien likely knows the rasp well, and it has only been some months since the Praetorium burned.) "Be quiet if you must, but don't fight for silence. It helps neither of us."
His hands stay on Estinien from below, before he says, "That you want to do something is good. What do you want to do? Where do you want to be touched? Tell me and we can keep going."
Stay silent, and those hands will withdraw from his thighs.
His hands stay on Estinien from below, before he says, "That you want to do something is good. What do you want to do? Where do you want to be touched? Tell me and we can keep going."
Stay silent, and those hands will withdraw from his thighs.
"I beg--" your pardon, he doesn't get to finish. He squawks a little, noisy under Hytholodaeus' hand before he goes for the most juvenile response ever: he just pokes it with his tongue. Fine, gag him, he'll just slime up your finger.
(No one thought Emet would be anything other than a brat, right?)
(No one thought Emet would be anything other than a brat, right?)
"Or you could just be some beast who can't even speak." His hand slides lower to wrap gently around Emet-Selch's throat a moment. Mmm, but to lose his words might not be worth the fun. Hyth squeaks and yanks his hand back, giggling, when Emet-Selch licks him.
"Brute!" he protests, and gives him the lightest of little slaps. "Rowdy little concept!"
"Brute!" he protests, and gives him the lightest of little slaps. "Rowdy little concept!"
The rasp makes his cock throb even worse, and Estinien has no idea why. Something about him being battle-scarred and coarse. Dangerous. "I don't--isn't that your job," he mutters, feeling his pulse quicken. One hand reaches out to Gaius and then pulls back again to settle at his side. "To tell me where to go. You, the expert?"
He's not sure why it tangles him up so, but Hyth's hand on his throat goes straight to his cock. The levin racing down his spine is also audible-- that got him to jerk in his grip, before he sucks in a breath when his mouth is free again. But he takes his swatting and scoffs a little for it.
"Of course I'm unruly," he says, rolling to lay on his belly and look at Hyth, chin propped on his hands. "Maybe I'm one of Hermes. He gives them so much and then he's surprised they fly off or do strange things! they certainly need leashes."
"Of course I'm unruly," he says, rolling to lay on his belly and look at Hyth, chin propped on his hands. "Maybe I'm one of Hermes. He gives them so much and then he's surprised they fly off or do strange things! they certainly need leashes."
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