wayofthehousekeeper | [seasons] IC Inbox

{ the position gives him a very nice view, anyway. as he gets to gaze down at thoma while they exchange more of those addictive kisses. maybe it isn't the best one overall (his back may hate him later, with how he has to lean to keep those kisses going) but he does like the fact he has a hand free to let himself explore as well.

the hand in thoma's squeezes softly, a smile forming on the edge of his lips, as his other hand slides up over the other's stomach and abs. his fingers are barely ghosting over the skin, as though mesmerised he gets to touch him at all.

and then he is yet again incredibly distracted when there's a hand that isn't his own wrapped around his cock. air leaves his lungs in a rush, and his eyes flutter closed and he can't seem to stop himself from shifting slightly, hips rocking forward for more of that heat.

the moan he makes as he's teased makes his own face flush, his head tipping down a little more so his hair hides some of it. }

I may not survive- { it comes out in a rush when he finally gives him what he was asking for, firmer strokes that make his head spin in a way that make him lose focus.

when thoma's hand shifts a particular way, or goes at a certain speed, he'll hear gasps of encouragement from under ayato's breath. ah--yes mmngh right there.

his head drops lower, finally landing with his forehead tipped against thoma's chest. thoma will be able to feel the way ayato pants against his skin, mouth open as he struggles to remember to breathe, far too focused on the way his thighs tense, failing to hold himself back at all as he rocks into thoma's hand as he chases his own orgasm. }

[ The view's not bad at all from down here either. ]

[ That's a filthy lie though, it's amazing, considering how hypnotized Thoma is by it. Even when all he can see are Ayato's purple eyes staring hazily into his own, he's entranced by it. Those eyes, focused on him and nothing else, he could have been satisfied with just that. ]

[ But he was lucky enough to have been granted more. So much more. When the kisses finally end, Thoma's sorely tempted to lean back and let his eyes rake over Ayato's form shamelessly. To drink in the rest of him, a form he's seen flashes and peaks of, but he'd never openly looked at Ayato with the kind of eyes he had now, full of need and a layer of growing greed for him underneath. ]

[ How he manages to pull his eyes away from his lord's flushed and gasping face, he doesn't know, but he inevitably finds himself shifting his gaze down and watching the way his hand moves over Ayato's cock. The way Ayato moves up into his hand. The other's continued gasps fill his ears, stirring the heat low in his belly and bringing a flush to his own face at the combination of the two. ]

[ He'll keep working him over, building the pace and intensity to send his lord over that edge as he murmurs quietly in response, gently coaxing him. ]

I'll be here then, like I'm here now. Ayato, please, release for me?

{ his eyes squeeze shut, hand tightening in thoma's for dear life. his mind is the most blank it's been in weeks, unable to focus on anything but how thoma feels against him, how his hand feels as it strokes him so well. a part of him wishes he would be more collected, would be able to say something in response to those almost sweet words.

his hips lose their rhythm, helplessly stuttering, as he finally reaches the edge and falls headfirst over. there's little in terms of a word of warning, other than the way his other hand moves to his mouth to try and muffle the sounds that fall from his lips. he sounds desperate in those last moments, unable to even form a sentence or a handful of words.

the only word he seems to be able to form between the strangled ones is thoma's name, finally, as he lets go and spills into the other's hand and between their bodies. }

[ Thoma's there to catch him as he falls. He always would be, for Ayato. There's a soft inhale as he watches the other man spill between his fingers, letting the mess coat his fingers without care as his eyes flicker up to look at Ayato's face and drink in his expression. While his senses may have mostly returned, there's only one care in his brain right now. Watching and seeing his lord through his orgasm so he can stay in this blissful state for as long as he'd like. ]

[ Hearing his name, however strangled it is, gets him blushing all over again at how pleasant a sound it is. How much he'd like to hear just that, over and over if he could. It stirs up his affections once more, urging him to pepper soft, small kisses over Ayato's neck and ear as he holds the man through his recovery and tries very hard not to make it obvious how watching Ayato release has... affected him. ]

The look you have right now is beautiful.

{ there's a long moment where all he can do is let his eyes flutter and breathe again. it's like all the air has been forced from his lungs, body feeling like jelly as tiredness seems to creep up on him. but, he doesn't want to miss this either, he wants to bask in it, much like he would have done with the sun. to soak up those soft kisses, those gentle words.

so he just sighs, content as he shifts himself to try and get more comfortable. it's a little difficult to do though when most of his weight is on thoma and--

really thoma??????? }

I could have said the same about you.

{ it's a soft murmur though, as his eyes stay lidded when he glances back up at him again now. when he moves again it's slower, just enough so he can rest his weight more on thoma and stretch his legs out, moving so he's high enough to bury his face properly in thoma's neck. }

[ Beautiful is better than cute, isn't it? Because Thoma also thinks Ayato is incredibly cute like this, relaxed in his arms in a way he's never seen his lord been. He also thinks he's incredibly sexy like this but he's not ready to say that sort of thing out loud. ]

[ Thoma hums pleasantly in response as Ayato shifts in his lap to make himself more comfortable, an action that Thoma has zero problems with as he lets him move as he needs. He nearly reaches to help him but his hand is still dirtied and there's enough of a mess between them that he couldn't bare to add to it. ]

Hmm... I suspect you're being incredibly biased.

[ As if Thoma wasn't. ]

{ it takes him a few times to get comfortable, ending up shifting so his side shifts to the side, more towards the bed, and instead his leg is just... hooked over thoma as he kind of just holds on. it means he actually can relax, instead of feeling as though he'll topple off any moment from then.

but it also means he can rest his cheek more comfortably on thoma's shoulder, let his head tip to rest there. his gaze is soft and quiet as this whole thing sinks in. }

And you aren't being?

[ His hand is hastily wiped on the edge of the sheets before scooting himself back further, so Ayato is no longer in danger of tipping off the bed. Now, he can freely (and minding Ayato's bandaged side, carefully) curl an arm around him, letting his fingers drift idly against the bared skin of his lord's bared back. ]

[ It's intimate and gentle, a change from their earlier desperation to bury themselves in heat and lust, and it flusters Thoma all the more for it. It squeezes his heart at the same time, with how deeply he enjoys it and how nice it feels. ]

Not at all. Your handsomeness is a well known fact.

{ he lets out a small soft 'mm' at the arm curling around him and the warmth that brings. it's enough to make his eyes flutter closed this time, a small yet incredibly soft smile on his face, enjoying the intimacy of it.

it feels incredibly nice, safe and cozy in a way he's not really experienced before. }

I'm fairly certain you're just being biased.

{ it's very quiet when he says it though, almost automatic as a response as he simply just relishes in the contact. he is incredibly relaxed. }

[ His responding laugh is just as soft and quiet, not wishing to disturb this peaceful state they've found themselves in. It's too rare, too precious to end so soon, and Thoma wants to soak in this feeling of Ayato in his arms, his breath falling against his neck, for as long as he can. ]

[ He hopes they can have more, like this, from now on. ]

I can be biased and be factual in this case.

{ he laughs under his breath in return to that, and now his mind is a little less foggy (definitely just as peaceful though) he'll continue with: }

Should I be concerned you're saying these things while my face is definitely not very clean right now?

[ Ayato regaining his thoughts means Thoma's of getting flustered again, which he does once Ayato brings attention to the mess he'd specifically made. Wait... hadn't he made both messes, technically... ]

Oh- my apologies, I can clean that off for you-!

{ he shushes him at that }

Not yet. We can clean up in a bit. { the way his arm tightens to hold him there instead is a sign that he's likely not ready to break this moment yet either. }

If the apartment is still empty, maybe we can even shower together? Of course, I'll need assistance in changing the bandage after, but it's likely due by now anyway.

[ Well Thoma had been about to try and scramble away for something to clean his lord off with, but the second Ayato's arms tighten around him he melts back into his embrace without much fight at all. Weak as a puppy in front of their favorite person, which honestly isn't that far off a metaphor. ]

[ It is some sort of progress though, that Thoma doesn't immediately explode into a fluster at Ayato's shower suggestion. The blush is there, of course it is because somehow he can still find a way to be bashful in spite of his lord literally sitting naked in his lap, and his tone is shy but there's an underlying warmth and contentedness as well. That he's not outright objecting to the idea of doing something above his station, but instead considering it as a lover. ]

That... sounds very nice, actually. And you know I'm quite well-versed in changing bandages.

{ there's a soft sigh of relief that escapes before ayato can stop himself--just that he knows the likelihood of thoma still going to get something to clean him was highly probable. it's good he doesn't, if only because once the moment is broken he isn't sure how he'll easily fall back into being this relaxed and open to it.

now he does know he isn't moving though, he lets his hand shift slowly over skin, sliding fingertips across thoma's side, across his shoulder, curling up to slide along the chain around his neck to pluck at it gently. }

Mmm, it can wait a little longer though. { if only because right now he's doing his best to not just melt into both the bed and thoma, as though he's finally let all his worries and thoughts be shoved to the back of his mind and lets himself enjoy the moment for what it is. } I had promised to ask for your aid in looking after it.

[ You're gonna get cleaned, young man, and you're gonna like it. ]

[ Not yet though. Because Thoma's just as aware of how easily it feels like this moment could break, with how new it is to the both of them, and he wants it to last just as long. Wants to settle into this feeling of Ayato's fingers against his skin drawing trails over his skin and toying with the chain around his neck. The latter feels far more intimate than it should and makes his heart skip a beat. Was it always possible to feel this content? ]

And I appreciate it.

[ His own fingers skirt along Ayato's hips in back, just mindless patterns that indulge in touching his smooth skin and giving berth to any wounds he encounters as he asks the question that tickles at his mind. ]

... Would you stay the night with me then?

{ he doesn't want to stay this dirty forever either, okay???

but his movements are definitely slower, softer as his fingers move back and forth along the metal.

but his eyes snap up at the question, before they sink to the side. there's a faint flush to his own face this time, especially as his hand wraps gently around the tags at the end of that chain and holds it. }

I'd love to.

{ the words are quiet, still getting used to this honesty and openness that is justified to share now, but foreign and something he'll need time to adapt to.

but he refuses to miss the chance by running from it as well. especially if it promises to have more time like this. }

[ The blush is easy to see on Ayato's fair skin; it's a look that suits him well in Thoma's extremely biased opinion. A look that shows just how vulnerable the other man is allowing himself to be right now, and that knowledge alone is enough to squeeze at his heart is silent joy for his lord being able to relax even just a bit more. It also urges Thoma to press a soft kiss next to his ear, to cover up the way he smiles so helplessly at Ayato's acceptance. ]

[ Now if only there was something he could do to hide the way his heart pounds in his chest and the slow but steady stirring of his body in response to Ayato in his lap, that'd be great. ]

[ He's rather suddenly reminded of something though, and those fingers that had been tracing along his back slide over his lord's hips, then along his thighs. ]

Was the lotion useful?

[ Yes, he had been worried about Ayato's thighs. ]

{ the soft noise he makes in response to the kiss next to his ear likely isn't going to help matters either. nor is the way his head tilts into it, his eye closest to it closing at the softness of the action.

and if he thought he'd be able to stay calm, it goes out the window as thoma's warm hand slides over his skin, moves to his thighs and he's reminded of how he'd fared a few weeks back. }

I had to use what was left, but it healed over a couple of days, yes. ...Thank you. Ah- { he goes quiet for a second, hoping he won't worry too much but- } I don't need it right away, but would you happen to have anything for a sore throat? { he laughs, a faint huff of breath. } I may need something soon.

{ at least he doesn't sound as hoarse anymore but um........ }

[ He is at least relieved that Ayato's legs are fine now; if there had been some sort of lasting damage he'd truly never be able to forgive himself. Permanent injury on his lord for a brief period of selfish satisfaction was something he would have banished himself over. Nevermind that he'd had next to no control over his actions at the time. Unforgivable!! ]

I can make tea later, and I have throat drops as well.

[ As if to apologize, he ducks his head further, kissing gently over Ayato's neck with a mix of care and intimacy. For someone who wanted to serve his lord, he seemed to have repeatedly taken things of him instead... He's concerned, yes, but at least it's not a frantic worry. ]

Does it hurt now?

{ it wasn't like there were any cuts or anything! and really if he wasn't so pampered to begin with it likely wouldn't have been as big of a problem. }

Thank you.

{ he makes another soft noise at the kisses on his neck too, eyes closing as his head tilts, savouring every press of lips on skin. }

Not as much as I expected. { when he talks it's quiet now, a small smile on his face, eyes still closed. } Nor should you feel guilty for it--I wanted this.

{ he lets his eyes slide open again, smile widening. } It's more than worth it to see the look on your face when you lose control, Thoma.

[ Being pampered is a part of his charm, clearly. ]

[ Being able to pamper Ayato is, at least, part of the charm to Thoma, who brushes a few more of those sweet kisses against his neck before pulling back to meet Ayato's gaze. Or rather, blush under it, as he gives that mischievous look that Thoma is so fond and simultaneously worried by. ]

I know and... I greatly enjoyed it.

[ That was an understatement. ]

I... A-As long as we are within private chambers, I can show you every side you'd like to see.

{ at least the look is short lived, as even he can't help how his gaze softens again at thoma's words. }

I'm glad the practice paid off. { ???????????????

best to not think too hard about that. } And... I'll do the same. If there's anything you want, please just ask.

{ this may also be because he's going to likely have a lot less ideas--he'd hyperfocused on the one or two things from last time because he just doesn't have the experience to venture further yet.

yet. }

[ ... ]

[ Practice??? ]

[ ?????? ]

[ No hold on he needs a moment to process that. ]

You... ?

Practice?

{ he laughs under his breath. }

Granted, my fingers were hardly much of a comparison...

{ is he doing this on purpose? yes, of course he is.

especially when his voice lowers, becoming much more of a whisper. }

...but it meant I was able to learn how to not choke as much and take you as far as you wanted.

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