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🌳Who: Trahearne and others!
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa

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[ Trahearne's vision goes. Normally, he'd find fear, or frustration in this, but here he lets this happen willingly. Instead, he finds the sudden lack of control somewhat...tantalizing. That isn't to say he likes it, he's yet to find that out, but he is, at least, curious.

For a moment, he's still as he gets used to his new lack of vision. His hands pause as he sears the image of Adelis's clothes in his mind. And when they move again, they hook into the waistband, dig into the flesh underneath.

He cracks a grin at that. He honestly doubts he can keep up, and he doubts there will be a second time. Not until...they get to Tyria--?!

The vines around his waist are stiff stems that firmly stay in place, but are easily pried off with little force. The bark plating that covers his leg is similarly easily peeled off--Adelis only need wedge a finger in the seams between plates, denoted visibly by the way his verdant skin underneath peeks through, and off they go.

Adelis's offer is met with a low chuckle; when his nails dig into the back of Trahearne's hand, his own fingers pressing hard, just below the dip of the waistband. As though in response. ]

I think I can handle this myself.

[ While Trahearne lifts his hips; partially to allow Adelis more room, it is mostly so that he can keep Adelis in the air as he takes his bottoms off. One hand pries itself free from Adelis's grip and drifts over his groin, back to the waistband, and tugs it down. He drags his palm over the other's arousal as he does so, sucking in air through his teeth as the firmness under his touch feeds into his own. ]

But I have a feeling you're not being honest with me.

[ His voice is quieter, more groggy. Despite how he desperately wants to keep the teasing going, his tone betrays him. Adelis might be good at hiding it, but Trahearne certainly isn't. He is most certainly more inexperienced. As the arousal bubbles in the pit of his stomach, he finds it hard to ignore, and thus, it's pretty obvious. ]

[ He would have dealt with being blindfolded himself, really- his blindsense is well enough it wouldn't have been too much of a problem, even if that's an advantage he'd rather not hand off easily. But it brings a pleasant pang of arousal to have someone else submit themselves to it- a good thing Trahearne can no longer see the smirk on his face.

The press of the other's fingers into his skin, dipping just slightly below the barrier of his clothes, is pleasant, and he plays along and lifts his own hips enough as he's shifted up to allow the attempt at disrobing him. A soft, quiet groan slips through at the hand that drags down his finally-freed erection, and he lightly pushes into the touch, albeit not too desperately. Just to test, to tease, because the tone in Trahearne's voice is so telling. ]

I suppose that's for you to find out, isn't it?

[ Adelis keeps his hips lifted so he can shimmy his shorts down, shifting one leg to slide them off more efficiently. Those out of the way, he can focus on what's important- getting rid of all of the other's coverings.

It's a pleasant surprise that they come off with little force, enough for his fingers to experimentally wiggle in the gaps and remove the wood covering Trahearne's lower half. It's a far cry from removing clothes, and not something he'd ever think he'd be stripping from a partner, but he drops them aside all the same.

He is. Not expecting what's underneath, and the faint widening of his eyes is luckily also hidden from view, but he doesn't linger nor comment. No need to feed an ego, now.

He lets himself drop once again, bare skin against bare skin, and rocks his own lightly into Trahearne's erection as bare fingers come up to glide up the length of it. ]

But if we're talking about honesty, perhaps we can address yours. [ A thumb circles the tip, fingers coiling around the length of it. ] You sound like you need something.

[ It's a bit of an unintentional reaction. When he hears the soft moan, feels the shift of Adelis's hips against his hands, Trahearne sighs. His fingers slowly curl around his length, lips parting, yet teeth remaining clenched as he begins to stroke--firmly. Even as Adelis moves around to remove Trahearne's own coverings, he tries to keep some semblance of contact between them. If he cannot keep a full hand on him, his fingers glide up and down, circle the tip.

And there's an exhale of relief as the bark on his groin comes off, and here, too, he slightly, unconsciously, arches his back. Ah, that is what he needed. That is, at least, until things progress.

He finally lets go. And when Adelis drops his hips onto him, his head rolls back onto the sheets with a loud hum. His hands drift up from his thighs, dragging over skin to settle his palms flat on his hipbones, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of his rear. His breathing grows labored, hips lifting just ever so slightly as the hand comes up his cock; if his eyes were open, they'd flutter shut now. But they don't. Adelis will simply have to settle with the way his chest rises and falls in anticipation, with how his mouth momentarily hangs open as he tries to think of a response.

And when his voice comes, it croaks under gravel. ]

--I need you to fuck me like you mean it.

[ He makes a valiant effort, compromised as he is- that much, he can appreciate. It would have been boring if he chose to just lay there and let him do all the work, despite Adelis' needling. The hand on him felt good, quickens his breath even as he works, but he does not mourn the loss.

He drags his own hand down the length of Trahearne's cock, slowly and idly, like it's an afterthought, gaze focused on every heave of the other's chest. The hips lifting beneath him has him pressing his down further, a light hum slipping from his lips at the hands that curve over his hips and dig into his skin.

Adelis is not expecting the bluntness of the request, really, but he's not going to turn it down. ]

And here I thought you didn't have it in you.

[ You can feel the smirk in his voice, however low it is. His free hand will, however, drift to his discarded garters off to the side, slipping a hand inside the pouch and pulling out a bottle. It's not like he carries it everywhere, but convenience comes in handy, he supposes.

The lip pops off with an audible noise, but his other hand doesn't stop it's idle strokes just yet. Not while he leans forward, lightly grinding his hips down all the same, peering straight into those blindfolded eyes. ]

Since you seem rather occupied, I suppose I'll have to do this part myself. [ Unless he feels like trying, of course, but there is no way in hell he's just sitting down on that, regardless. He's not ~~Mishka~~ a slut.] Try and behave yourself, won't you?

[ Trahearne honestly did not think he had it in him, either. The arousal has crept up on him, and, as things turn out, he is finding himself rather desperate at this point. Desperate enough to say words he would never, ever say otherwise.

Though it's unlikely at this point he's conscious of it.

And so, the smirk in Adelis's tone earns him a small curl of the lips from Trahearne. Though the pleased expression quickly dissipates as the hand continues to stroke him and he gives into the relief, the pleasure again. It isn't much, at least, knowing what's coming, but it's enough. He rolls his hips against Adelis, in time with his movements, a dizzying sensation taking over him and low exhale escaping his lips each time Adelis's hand reaches the base. ]

You'll be pleased to know I am very well behaved. [ He murmurs, his voice practically a moan itself at this point. Tips of his fingers dig in, trying to keep him as low on him as possible. ] And patient.

[ He immediately regrets saying that second part. He sucks in a breath as his cock twitches--he's not as patient as he'd normally be. The arousal is starting to hurt. ]

[ He watches, raptly, as that smile appears and disappears in the blink of an eye with the movements of his hand, the rock of the hips into his in time with each stroke. Drawing that sort of reaction out of somebody does wonders for his own arousal, grip barely stuttering at the fingers digging in as Trahearne speaks. He sounds good, he thinks. But he'd like to hear more. ]

Isn't somebody confident. [ Adelis' voice is more breathy, but no less focused, as he finally peels his hand off the other's cock, moving to tip the bottle in his hand and let it drip over his fingers. He's rather meticulous, so only a stray drop or two slips down to splatter against Trahearne's stomach. ] I'm eager to see how well you can live up to it.

[ But if he says so! He shifts his hips up a bit so he can drag his fingers to his own entrance, but still keep contact- all the better so the other can do nothing but listen as he sinks a finger into himself. He'd normally keep himself quiet, but just for this, he punctuates each glide of his slick digits with a soft gasp, free hand pressed to the side of the taller man's stomach for better balance.

One becomes two, and as he scissors them and stretches himself out, he keeps his gaze trained on the other's face, on the rise and fall of his chest- just to urge him forward, with the final press of a third into himself. Adelis does pride himself on patience, but the coil in his stomach grows hotter the more his fingers work, and really, this is more then he'd usually give himself, anyway.

After what feels like ages, he finally pulls his fingers free, before shifting himself up just a bit further- so he can wrap slick fingers around Trahearne again and give it a few cursory strokes to wet it proper. It's here that Adelis finally up and lines the cock up with his entrance, a press of his hips down to let the tip breach him.

And when he sinks downwards, he does it painfully, agonizingly slow- Trahearne did say he was patient, after all. Surely he can handle this much. ]

[ The drops on his stomach cause Trahearne to palpably shiver. It isn't much, and it isn't even that cold--not with the summer heat, at least. But it's the knowledge of what's coming, the anticipation that sends ripples through him, that gives him a momentary bout of vertigo.

But it also means that Adelis is once again neglected. Shaky hands let go of their vice-like grip on his hips to drift towards his cock, and he slowly begins to stroke.

In the quiet of the room, every noise that comes from Adelis as he preps himself is exceedingly loud. Trahearne's hand grips tighter with each gasp, and his mouth hangs open. It's...unfortunate he doesn't get to watch, but what he pictures in his mind, the way each noise filters into him and causes sparks to dart through his chest and limbs, is almost as good.

Adelis's hand takes over, and he lets go. Trahearne's arms fall above his head. He bites his lip in anticipation, the wet of the substance causing him to tingle. Is that how the lube is made, or is it simply his body's way of begging for release?

And as Adelis slowly, slowly takes him in, a surge of ecstasy washes over him, the slow pace of their previous back and forth suddenly not enough anymore. Trahearne throws his head back as his mouth gapes once again, the hands above him curling into the blankets above him, pulling them out of their tuck. He gasps, a low, loud groan rolling in his throat as Adelis sinks lower. ]

Ngh, Adelis...

[ Trahearne shifts against the bed, but does not lift his hips, as much as he wants to--as desperately as he wants to. He intends on proving his patience. At least for now. ]

[ Going slow was probably best, as he comes to realize- the difference between them is far bigger then had originally thought, bigger then the last he'd taken. But he is nothing if not determined, gaze locked on the way Trahearne's hands twist in the sheets as he sinks down inch by inch. It's...surprisingly cute, he thinks, although it's the groan that pangs deep in his stomach.

He finally bottoms out, pressed flush to Trahearne's skin as he gives a shaky exhale, nails digging into the skin of the other's hips as he takes a second to adjust. Not long, of course- he's no amateur, and with most people he's slept with outside one exception, he's never bothered with gentility. All it takes is a moment before he rocks back with the full length inside him, knees shifting on the sheets for a better position before he promptly pushes himself up about halfway-

And then drops down again, teeth grinding together to muffle the noise that threatens to escape.

He can feel the heat spread from his cheeks down his neck as he moves, settling himself into a rhythm of arching himself up and down, muscles in his legs tensing all the while. He likes the control it offers him, the power over someone else, and watching how Trahearne reacts with each thrust of his cock against his insides is disgustingly satisfying. The shifting, the movement- he knows fully well how his patience is running out. Perhaps he's impressed he's even lasted this long.

How long he can stretch it? It's this thought that urges him to go just a bit faster, bed faintly creaking beneath the weight and drop of his hips, fingers pressed with the lightest tremble to waxy skin. ]

Keep it up. [ It's a low, shaky murmur, not even halting his movements as he speaks, breath coming faster. ] I'll reward you if you're good-

[ But if he isn't, well, he won't mind that either. ]

[ With his vision gone, every other sense feels amplified. The air of his room smells humid, sweaty. The lewd, slick noises of Adelis riding his cock ring so loud in Trahearne's ears. And Trahearne is particularly sensitive to the way the smaller man moves on him, rocks his hips over him, how hot he feels around him. Each tiny fraction of movement earns Adelis some sort of hum, groan, or pant from Trahearne--none of it particularly loud, definitely not as loud as when the other first sank against him. But they are reactions, nonetheless. And the way his head rolls against the sheets, how his hands keep readjusting their grip on the fabric show he is clearly enjoying this.

The promise of being "good," however, lights an aggressive spark in Trahearne. He knows it's condescending, in a way. He knows Adelis has more experience than him. He knows Adelis is in control here.

But he doesn't want to be good. He wants to come.

Trahearne's arms suddenly whip forward, clapping onto the curve of Adelis's hips once again to drag him down the length of his cock as his feet scramble for perch on the bed, heels digging into the mattress as he lifts his own hips in the opposite direction. He sucks in air through his teeth, and lets loose a throaty exhale of relief as he breaks the rhythm and gets what he wants.

If Adelis wants control back, he can fight him for it. ]

[ Adelis has to push himself up especially high to slide up and down near the full length, what with his legs being so short- fortunately, he's no stranger to physical activity, and even with the harsh arch of his hips, he doesn't slow down in the slightest. Even as sweat sticks his hair to his forehead and the back of his neck, and every drop down fills him up completely.

It's nice to watch Trahearne squirm through lidded eyes, his own breath coming faster as each stroke stokes the fire in his stomach further. Even if he's not as warm, as suffocating hot as another human being, it heats him up all the same, knees pressed flush to the other's waist. Focused is he on the movements, eyes slipping closed for a moment to position himself just a bit different, he isn't expecting how quickly Trahearne snaps at his words.

He's just arched himself up when the hands clasp tight to his hips, gaze flickering down in time just to have himself shoved down to the hilt again. But it's the additional thrust from below that has a sharp noise finally spill from his lips, louder than anything else he's let out so far, sharply leaning forward as his hands press further against Trahearne's skin. It's fast, and the angle hits that spot that makes his vision flash for a brief moment, hard shiver running up the length of his spine.

Fine. If he wants to play it that way.

He is not content to have it wrested from him so quickly, and thus Adelis reaches up his hands to coil around Trahearne's own, tightly, using them as mere support as he shifts his legs to make it easier to fuck himself on his cock in time with each frenzied thrust. If he goes a little faster, drops his hips a little harder, it's all to cement who's making the decisions here, the wet sound of skin on skin growing obscenely loud with the punch of his gasps. ]

[ Oh, that noise. If only he could turn back time and listen to it again--the sharpness of it sends an equally sharp, jagged spark jolting through his body. His lips peel apart as a grin cracks across his face, and a low hum of a chuckle spills from his throat.

Trahearne is inexplicably pleased when Adelis reacts with more feverish movements in kind, trying take the sudden stealing of control back. The grip on Adelis's hips tighten as Trahearne tries to control his speed himself, lifting him and dropping him to fuck him from below.

Despite all the movement, and simply how much Adelis moves on him, thanks to both of their efforts, Trahearne blindly gropes for Adelis's cock, fingers curling firmly around it when he does find it to stroke in time with each of his thrusts.

His head tips back, though, as a telltale lightness begins to curl in the depths of his gut. A quiet groan slips from his lips, and his breathing grows quicker, heavier. ]

I'm so...close...

[ He finds his eyes narrowing at the curve of that grin, of the laugh. They're little more than motivators, urging him forward even with the phantom ache in his thighs. At this point, attempting to rip back the reigns is only half of it- the rest of it is chasing the high, pressure mounting with each thrust, especially when he angles just right and feels it hit that point inside him that makes his legs shudder hard.

It's a near battle, with the hands on his hips trying to control his pace, and himself trying to outdo it. Once one hand peels away, Adelis presses his own to Trahearne's knee for better support as he leans back a bit, although his hips stutters at the hand that wraps around his cock and begins to jerk him off in time with each stroke against his insides. His nails dig into the other's skin, vision blurry, and he lets his eyes close as the heat grows hotter.

The groan is the first sign, but the other's words have him hissing, voice barely level with the quickness of his breath as he sharply rocks against the hand stroking him. ]

Do it outside-

[ It's a demand, thank you, but it doesn't stop the feverish push of his hips downwards, each time his skin brushes Trahearne's dragging him closer and closer. His voice rises in pitch, gasps spilling out with his movements getting more aggressive as he tries to push himself to the peak. Close, close, close- ]

[ Trahearne tenses the knee Adelis leans on--not in an attempt to push him off, or in a display of dominance, but to make sure he gets the support he needs. Because the way he rides him, how his hips roll over him and how his breath quickens and that flash of heat that fills him whenever he comes all the way down makes this all fell really fucking good.

His own thrusts, his own tentative grip on Adelis's hips is his way, too, of using his ass to push him over the edge. All he can concentrate on as the thoughts in his mind melt further and further away is the friction on his dick, how the tension builds in his chest and his gut.

Outside. Not inside. Not in him?

He tries to parse it as Adelis grows more aggressive, as he meets the aggression with feverish thrusts and rounded fingers digging into flesh, the sound of flesh and frond smacking against each other louder than anything either of them have voiced, hand around Adelis's cock stroking faster, faster; a rush of bliss suddenly shoots through him, the lightness of release rippling through him as his back arches, as he throws his head back, and a sudden cry splits from his lips--

Ah. Not in him.

It's a fraction of a second too late that Trahearne finally understands what that means, and no matter how far down Adelis is, both hands clap onto his hips and forcibly rip him off his dick. A bit did get inside--he was too slow, too horny--but the rest spills out onto his torso as his cock falls to rest on his stomach.

But he does not stop there. Once Adelis is off, he pulls him straight back down onto his groin. He shudders, his whole body spasming beyond his control as he comes, the pressure--though nowhere as good as actually being inside of him--his relief as he rides out the rest of the waves of his orgasm. ]

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