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{ the hand holding his own thigh digs in at the extra pressure and his teeth worry at his lower lip for a moment before his lips part again to force his breath to regulate again. it definitely isn't as easy as before, but he's glad they decided to use the oil as saliva was never going to be enough for this.

but his gaze stays fixed on thoma's face, even when his head tilts slightly, almost tempted to bury his face into the crook of his own arm instead. instead of letting himself move to that position, however, he lets thoma see him like this, his fingers shifting up to grip at the bed above his head instead. }

[ Oh no looking was a mistake he looks too good like this. ]

[ His heart throbs at the sight, and he's terribly tempted to kiss him and swallow down each of those soft noises Ayato gives. But he'll absolutely lose track of the rhythm of his fingers if he does that, so he instead leans in to press controlled kisses and nips over Ayato's chest, paired with the movement of his fingers. ]

[ This is probably not any easier for his lord, but it works for him. ]

{ he was foolish to think it was overwhelming before, as it seems he was wrong when the different kisses and nips on his skin make him arch under thoma's touch. his eyes shut, breaking their focus from thoma in the hope his heart will calm soon enough. }

Thoma, please.

You can- if you wish. You needn't hold back.

[ For some reason it feels incredibly filthy to say cum to Ayato?? He's going to need to work his way up to that one. ]

[ His mouth settles over a nipple, teasing his tongue over it as his fingers dig in deeper and searching, seeking more and more of those moans and calls of his name. ]

{ his body jolts, eyes flying open as he yells out a moan of thoma's name. it was already much harder to hold himself together just from having thoma's fingers inside him instead of his own, but combined with the tongue on his nipple and the way thoma has better reach to actually curve and press his fingers properly he's quickly losing his mind. }

W-wait - hah - Thoma, I can't- I want- { thoma can't even say cum, but here ayato is- } Please, fuck me already!

{ if he sounds frustrated it's because he's hanging on by a thread. and he knows he won't manage an extra time after this, please have mercy- }

[ Ayato??? Where did he learn such language- ]

[ His fingers jolt in surprise inside of him at the words, Thoma had in fact been fully prepared to coax him through his orgasm like this. It was one thing to fall into bed together as they'd done so far, it was an entirely different thing to actually fuck? ]

[ But also Ayato said please and who denies someone who says please- ]

I- I need to prepare myself-

[ He's stumbling over his own words and nearly fumbles with the oil in his very sudden eagerness to comply with the other's request. ]

[ He might explode before he can make it, honestly. ]

{ thoma can thank kaveh for this. kaveh definitely used the term fuck multiple times while explaining this process to him.

when thoma's fingers jolt he gasps, arching up and gripping skin and bedding in a way that shows how much he's struggling now.

also he literally had said you can claim me in other ways if he'd like- so why is that a surprise--???? he hadn't meant with his fingers. }

O-of course... { it comes out breathless, and while he's very aware of what he wants there's definitely an air of anticipation and nervousness as he waits while thoma fumbles with the oil again. }

[ Kaveh truly is the root of all Genshin sex sins. ]

[ Fingers is plenty claiming, Thoma would not dare to think he'd go any further!! But there's more important matters at hand. ]

[ 'Mind the injury' echoes in his mind as he lines himself up, his free hand slipping under Ayato's knee to support his leg and inadvertently taking away any way for to other to brace himself with that leg. Sorry but he needs something to hold onto or his sanity won't last any more. ]

Tell me if I need to go slower.

[ Though he can't possibly be capable of going any slower when he starts to push in. ]

Edited 2023-07-24 21:45 (UTC)

{ is saying the word fuck truly that much of a sin-

but he makes a small noise as his leg is held, his hand dropping to grip at the bedsheets instead. the pressure is a lot, so while he nods, he can't trust his voice to not come out as a squeak or at least higher pitched than normal and the last thing he wants is thoma to stop.

it takes concentration to relax, to slow his breathing that threatens to speed up as thoma slowly presses inside. at certain points his breath stutters, head tipping a little more further back as he braces himself by gripping the sheets a little tighter. }

[ Thoma has never had to focus harder in the face of great adversity than he has in this moment- ]

[ His breathing is soft, eyes focused entirely on Ayato as he moves until he's buried fully inside of the other man. His now free hand moves to hook under Ayato's other leg, fully stripping him of any purchase his feet may have found against the bed and leaving him at Thoma's mercy. ]

[ Granted, Thoma is full of mercy when it comes to his lord. Look at how well he's holding still, even when all he wants to do is fuck (sin!!) into Ayato with abandon. ]

Haa... how is it?

{ it was incredibly hard to think nevermind answer right away after he felt thoma take his time, only stopping when he was fully inside. his breath felt as though it was stuttering.

the reaction thoma probably didn't expect was ayato flushing, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, fond and already losing his mind, apparently. }

How is it...? { he sounds breathless, and the funny thing about it is- } I can't think of anything other than 'full'. { thanks, kaveh, for implanting that word in his head for this. } You did such a good of preparing me it doesn't hurt, if you're worried.

{ as much as he may be trying to put on the air of confidence, there's no doubt thoma can probably tell he's a little overwhelmed either way, and even if he's already started to try and show some vulnerability here he's struggling to fully do so.

but one thing should be clear, even if he needs to adapt to this a little and he's overwhelmed--he's happy. }

[ It's fine, they can be overwhelmed together. Thoma certainly is, the tension in his body tightly wound in the effort to keep himself from moving. The temptation to immediately thrust forward spikes at those encouraging words. At the look on Ayato's face, that keeps him from looking anywhere else, that look of happiness that makes his breath catch. ]

[ He stumbles over his words at first, face seemingly flustering more at Ayato's description than. Anything else they're doing at the moment and they're doing a lot right now. ]

Ah- good, then-

[ One. He starts with one, one careful shift back of his hips, then back in with force, a proper thrust that's not at full power but enough to be felt. ]

{ his gaze softens as thoma seems to get more flustered by his words, lips curving into a gentle smile full of affection and he opens his mouth as if to respond, only what comes out surprises himself. the timing is either incredibly bad or good depending on which of them it's about. }

Th-Oh-

{ the moan he lets out has his head tipping back and he can't rock back or squirm into it, all he can do is grip at the bed as his eyes struggle to stay open and words start tumbling out of his mouth.

he's pretty shameless for the most part anyway, but his following words are probably surprisingly so. }

Thoma- you feel so good. Keep going. I want you to take me until I can't think straight and all I know is how I'm yours-

Yes- yes, Ayato-

[ Ayato?? You can't just say that kind of thing to him??? ]

[ But that extremely good reception from Ayato stirs him into action, turns that single thrust into another and another. He can't go as hard as he wants to, and oh does he want to, so instead he settles for grinding his hips in against Ayato's every few thrusts, aimed to stir up more moans and sensations that hopefully feel as good for his lord as just being inside of him feels for Thoma. ]

{ too bad, that's the start of many things he'll say as he lets himself drown in the other. his lips stay parted, struggling for air with every grind of thoma's body against his own. a low moan slips out each time, it gaining pitch when thoma manages to hit a certain angle that makes him arch.

he probably looks a sight already, with how his hair is already starting to stick to the side of his face, knuckles going white as he clings to the bedding as he tries to keep himself sane and fails spectacularly.

his side hurts so he can't go too far, but the words are flowing out before he can think of what he's saying. his eyes stay fixed on thoma's face with each one. }

R-right there, please. That feels so good. { his hands reach up, finally letting go of the bedding and instead reaching for thoma, indicating he wants him closer. } Kiss me?

Anytime.

[ Thoma surges forward in multiple ways, shifting Ayato's legs under his hands to spread just a bit more so he can better move in between them before letting them go. He keeps a hand against the bed, to keep himself from fully pressing against the man and his injured side, and leans the rest of the way in to press his lips to his lord's as requested. ]

[ His thrusts shift to more grinds, hips shifting to catch at that spot inside of Ayato that got the noisiest responses to steal away his lord's breath in more ways than one. ]

{ there's no resistance whatsoever as ayato parts his legs more as soon as he realises what thoma is doing. instead, he shifts until they slide open with his calves moving up until thoma is held between them loosely, wrapping himself around him to keep him close.

his arms lift to curl around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair as their mouths meet. he moans against thoma's lips, eyes fluttering between open and closed with each grind the other gives. }

[ Oh no he's been trapped. ]

[ Or maybe he trapped himself. There's no fight against those legs wrapping around him, only accommodation in a closer press of his hips to try and keep Ayato from needing to strain himself. He keeps himself supported, never quite fully pressed down against Ayato's torso, but losing himself in those moans that pass between their lips and the grinds up against those sensitive spots inside him. ]

{ his legs are long enough it isn't too much of an issue, but there's definitely a small noise he lets out when thoma presses closer. his hands drop to curl over thoma's shoulders, gripping onto him as his head tips back with gasps falling from his lips. }

Thoma- { the way he says his name is quiet, but trying to portray just how lost in this he is. how much it means. his name almost sounds like a prayer, desperate and needy but full of adoration. }

Ayato, Ayato.

[ His name is echoed back, becoming a mantra in Thoma's mouth pressed into Ayato's as it's murmured and groaned over and over in return until he can't manage the breath anymore. Until he has to bury his face into Ayato's neck and mouth nonsense against his skin between the grinding rocks of his hips. As if trying to bury himself deeper and deeper into his lord. ]

You- love you-

{ it's too much and not enough all at once as his eyes squeeze shut, trembling from head to toe from the words and each press like thoma can't get enough either and he mewls almost from the breathless need to yell out but being too overwhelmed to get anything more substantial to rise up the back of his throat.

his fingers desperately try and grab onto him as the words sink into his ear. he can't get words out anymore, those declarations making him come undone, tears leaking from under his lashes as his eyes squeeze tighter shut, his climax hitting harder than he's ever known. }

[ It should be illegal for his beloved lord to make those kinds of noises because just the sound of them tickling against his ears has him ready to fall. ]

[ And fall he does, just moments before Ayato does, and he barely keeps his mind to not draw the other tightly into his arms as he gasps out his own orgasm. His hips press up tightly between Ayato's with small, jerky thrusts, pouring whines and further confessions of adoration against his shoulder while pouring himself into him in other ways. ]

[ Even still, lost in the last throes of his orgasm, one of his hands seeks out Ayato's to hold, to refind his mind in this beautiful haze. ]

Ah... hah...

{ it takes him a few moments in his own haziness to realise what thoma is trying to do, and it takes strength for him to peel a hand away from clinging onto his shoulder to cling onto his hand instead.

his other hand tries to gently rub over the spot he'd gripped onto, before curling around his neck to keep him close. he still can't get any words to rise up, still panting softly, but he does make a small content noise in the back of his throat before nuzzling his cheek against the side of thoma's face. }

[ Rest is good. ]

[ He squeezes the hand under his own once they find their way to one another, hazy kisses peppered to Ayato's shoulder amongst soft pants for air that brush against his neck. He's careful still, not to rest his body weight against Ayato, but he does start to shift his hips, trying to pull back so he can pull out of the other man. ]

{ feeling thoma trying to pull back, his legs slowly unravel to rest on either side of thoma, bent at the knee still as though it aches to straighten them out.

when thoma starts to pull back, a soft noise spills from his lips, overly sensitive now that he's calming down. still tired, but very aware of how his body aches now. }

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