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How could I ever forget? That was a time.

[With a chuckle, and not thinking about the obvious cause of forgetting. He remembers. A massive ayakashi spider (and hopefully they won't encounter any here without their shinki, the biggest risk they're taking for this desperately needed vacation.) that was incredibly troublesome to Rend. The way Iskandar had been affected, the way Waver wasn't picking up cultist magic, and the long talk they had after about many things. Waver had truly thought his memories were influencing Iskandar; it hadn't helped that Eirene looks practically identical to Hishiri, something that had come up as the conversation progressed.

Air so thin that he had been winded easily despite the Caster upgrade hadn't been fun either.

But Peru had been fascinating culturally. Lush. And the music had been very catchy.]

We'll have to find out. [There it is. Iskandar has his heart set on dancing. So one way or another, they're going dancing.] But if I had to guess, it's probably some kind of ballroom.

[Waver groans in pleasure as Iskandar keeps massaging from his forehead to the base of his neck and back again.]

Mmm... that feels so good. [And now there's fingers rubbing his tension spots.] Especially right there.

Edited Date: 2020-06-24 06:37 pm (UTC)

[He's been so stupidly jealous. He knew it was stupid and yet he couldn't help it. It wasn't fair to neither of them. Not to Waver, not to his shinki. But they talked about it because that's what they do. Since the moment of Waver's ascension, there was nothing hidden, no secrets between them. Iskandar preferred it that way.

It didn't mean they had to tell each other everything. Not all things must be shared. There were details of their days, prayers, errands, that would be too boring to do so. Still, most often then not they told each other about how each of them spent their day anyway.]

You think so? [He hopes not. He saw how ballroom looks. Too much complication for too little or close to none physical contact. Completely not his style.] I hope it's nothing as formal.

[Iskandar shakes his head at how predictable Waver's reaction is. He gets him every time in the same spot but today it's worse than ever.]

Now, now. Don't squirm. I've got you.

[He rubs the offending spots with his thumbs applying pressure evenly in small circles.]

I really need to take care of you more often. I swear you've got knots for muscles.

[Iskandar moves his hands lower to massage Waver's neck and shoulders. They really need to take breaks more frequently. No matter what mayhem unfolds in both of their Temples. This is not healthy.]

Mmmmm... [Probably. But then again, he's only familiar with what's common in Mage Society.] Same.

... [Oh? Is he? Maybe a little.] ...

Hmph. Hard to when you're determined to make me a puddle on the floor.

[A bit of performative grumbling - made very weak by the moan his voice tapers into. Did he mention that feels good? It feels very, so very, good. But Waver holds still obediently.]

You've more than enough of your own that I want to work out. These last few months...

[Giving his husband massages is a great pleasure (the injuries when he overdoes it, Servant healing or not, not so much...) especially after training. That said, Waver? Waver is the one that shows the stress far more easily.

They've circled back to the topic they were talking about earlier, though. How they need more time together. How frantic the last few months have been. It going to get worse. With the Olympics for instance coming to Japan, prayers will be on the increase, and that doesn't count for their steadily increasing popularity.]

Do I really? I might stop.

[Of course, he won't. Who is he fooling? Doubly so when that moan makes the hair on the back on his neck stand up. He's trying to wash your hair, love... don't tempt him with unscheduled breaks... Not before hair mask at least.]

It's been rough, I know. I just ...

[Iskandar applies more shampoo to now wash the whole length of Waver's hair. It's almost painful how much he missed doing it.]

I don't want it to continue like that.

[Waver gets stress cramps. Iskandar just drinks away all his problems. Neither is a great coping mechanism.]

Mmmm... you do. [Fooling no one, darling.] But you're enjoying yourself. In a bit.

[Not before the hair mask. But you are due some pampering too, Iskandar.

Waver hums under his breath a bit. Here is a question that neither of them can really put off much longer. It doesn't mean Name more shinki... although it could and it might eventually mean that they'll need to (again something neither of them are at all thrilled about) ... but it does mean exploring ways to lighten the load, even if it means making deals with other Temples.]

Neither of us do. Do you think we should get some more help for our Temples? Or...

Edited Date: 2020-06-27 02:10 am (UTC)

[Iskandar chuckles.]

I do.

[Iskandar takes the shower head off its handle. Good thing it's one of the detachable ones, he hates when it's basically just a showerhead mounted on a stick. He needs some range of movement to rinse Waver's hair properly and don't risk getting all the shampoo into his eyes.]

I don't want to drop prayers for Ebisu. I like keeping good relations with his Temple. Besides they're fun. [They let him hit things. That's always fun. He can take all the tasks that require physical action or combat without any problems, just don't make him do paperwork.] And they are doing the legal stuff for us and I would hate to deal with that personally when it's a breeze for them.

But at that, you are completely right. We need to get some help. The Olympics would be a nightmare otherwise. This is definitely something we should think about. However, we can do this when we won't be on vacation. [Iskandar inspects the result of his work and finds it satisfactory. Now just the hair mask and they'll be done.] There will be plenty of occasions to worry about everything but right now I want us to relax and enjoy our free time.

[Iskandar is painfully aware it might not be in his power to stop Waver from worrying completely but at least he doesn't want to add fuel to that particular fire. Not when there are so many more pleasurable uses of their time.]

Could you turn the water off? I think it's time to see if the magical algae are really as magical as advertised.

[That... and previously mentioned unscheduled break can happen too...]

[That's the problem with having as much hair as he has. It's more of a challenge to get completely clean without missing a spot. Waver tilts his head to help get it all out; today is not a day when the suds manage to get everywhere anyway.]

I wouldn't want you to either. Your hunts make you happy. There's not enough gods willing to spar hanging around the Heavens, anyway. [Not to say there are none. They're not the only war gods hanging around. It's more the fact that the Old Gods generally don't like mixing with the New, even if there are exceptions to the rule.] They've been good to us. There's no reason to change things there.

[That said, of them, Waver can't escape the dreaded paperwork. Ever. Even if he has to deal with less than in his Lord days.]

God, the Olympics... I remember London's in 2012. Madness. [Sigh. There's a slight smile. Okay, okay. It's on the backburner for now. Waver's content it will be dealt with later.] When we get back, then. We'll see what our shinki have to say about things first.

[Waver twists slightly to turn the tap off. The water stops raining down, reduced to a drip from the showerhead. He moves closer, pressing into Iskandar and seeking a little warmth, despite the bathroom air being anything but chilled.]

There.

[Waver's fingers press into Iskandar's back, running up and down, seeking those knots and rubbing briefly before relenting to allow him to grab the bottle and crack it open. Promising some attention once the hair masque is working its magic.]

Mmm. It smells good. I wonder what the other ingredients are.

Edited Date: 2020-07-04 04:01 am (UTC)

[Iskandar would argue that length of hair is never the problem. Idiotic shower design on the other hand, yes, that's a real problem.]

Yes. It could be good to hear their opinions.

[For those that have them ... Iskandar shakes his head banishing the uncomfortable thoughts. They are here to relax, he'd deal with problems when they get back home. Besides he can do absolutely nothing about the problem from half-way across the world. So he can as well stop wasting time thinking about it. He wasted enough already.

Ultimately Waver's slender fingers massaging his back chase away all the remaining thoughts of trouble. Iskandar sighs with contentment. It feels so good.]

Let me check. It should have list of ingredients on the back.

[Iskandar flips the bottle lifting it up so they can both see the label.]

Why do they always have to write it in such tiny letters? [He frowns.] Right, there's aloe. 90% like it's written on the front. Water. Fine, makes sense. This ... huh? I won't even attempt reading this name but I think it's the algae. But what on Earth is Melissa Officinalis?

[Yes, Ada and Eirene would agree with anything they said. Not that they don't encourage their soulless to voice their own opinions all the time (the trick Waver finds is to have the other ask what they think is best for their own god - it works with their natures to serve and protect) but it's... difficult. The rest of their shinki... there's other difficulties, but not that.

Mmm, but the hair mask distracts from those thoughts as Iskandar flips up and displaying the bottle, and Waver makes a curious sound as he peers forward, squinting. Which is then followed by a 'hrmph!' and a peeved frown. Talk about the fine print!]

Tell me about it. You almost need a microscope to read that. [A slight exaggeration, but he's grousing for the sake of their eyes.] Melissa Officinalis? Sounds like a scientific name.

[Waver's brow furrows as he thinks.]

Ah... hell. Officinalis is... lord, it's been a while since I did anything to do with Latin... means officially used as a medicinal plant. Melissa? Something to do with bees.

Botanical extract, in other words. Probably something herbal. We should google it later.

[If they remember. They probably won't.]

[It requires no small amount of mental gymnastics to wrangle any opinion from either of their soulless. A harrowing process which Iskandar hates. Waver is so much better at it than he is. He seems to always know how to steer the conversation to get the answers he wants in the end.

The other shinki...eh. Those do not lack personal opinions. The way they express them however... Iskandar decides he really doesn't want to think about it now. He's on vacation.

Hair mask then!]

Hm, so they write here you have to wait 20 minutes after application for it to work.

[Iskandar squeezes a small amount of the product into his palm. The consistency surprises him. He's used to conditioners, and hair masks especially, being heavier. This one is a clear and transparent gel. Huh? Would it even work?]

Any ideas what could we possibly do during those 20 minutes?

[Iskandar knows what he wants to do and judging from Waver's reaction, his husband has a similar plan. Still, he really likes to hear from Waver what Waver would like his king to do to him.]

[Any further thoughts on their shinki die as his husband squeezes the gel into his palm. The Caster tilts his head curiously at it too. Gels aren't usual for hair masks - not commercial or the ones Waver makes to help store mana in his hair. This is going to be interesting.

Waver groans in pleasure as Iskandar begins to massage the product into his hair, working his fingers over his scalp in deft strokes. He draws one finger down his King's chest before going to work out those aforementioned knots in Iskandar's shoulders and back.]

I believe we both pointed out that each of us has far too many knots. [As he kneads one particularly stubborn one right at the base of his husband's neck. Is he rising on his feet to do so? Maybe a little. Is he pressing into Iskandar, being absolutely distracting? Absolutely.] I say we get rid of all that tension.

[Unusual it is. It looks as if it would just slide off but surprisingly, the gel stays in place and while Iskandar can't swear he's not imaginign things but it seems to soak in.

Iskandar chuckles in response to his husband's delighted groans. Oh he knows, you like it. He likes it too. But Waver does more than just groan. And Iskandar is equally delighted by what he proposes.]

A marvellous idea.

[He leans into those fingers with a low growl rumbling from deep inside his chest.]

How unfair to distract your King when he has both hands occupied and can't respond in kind. Please, don't stop.

[Waver chuckles as he keeps massaging that spot, working his fingers slowly down Iskandar's spine. That low growl causes his heart to skip a beat, and he shivers, shifting his hips against his husband teasingly. No fair? Of course! That's part of the fun winding Iskandar up, as his love winds him up in turn.]

Are you saying I should be the one with my hands... mm... 'tied up'? Is that it? [Dirty talk, dirty talk. He's trying here and utterly red.] I'm game later, if we can find something appropriate for that.

[You and Iskandar both brought ties. You're set.]

[Err... he wasn't... a minute ago. Now he very much does. Very, very much.]

That is exactly what I'm saying.

[That dirty talk? It's working. Waver can feel it's working. The red works too. The jury is out what works more, maybe it's both. In true spirit of teamwork. Iskandar laughs. Can this day get even better?]

I'm sure something can be arranged. I like your red scarf for example. Think it would hold or should we find something else? I'd hate to ruin it. You look so good in it.

Maybe something with thicker silk. Like a tie. That's one of my best. I don't want to chance ripping it.

[Also it's expensive. He's not sure if he wants to put Rank E strength to the test against that.

Waver shivers again as his hands go lower yet. Oh, he can feel that. Iskandar can feel Waver getting excited too. His breath catches and his heart rate quickens as he keeps going redder and redder. His arms tighten as he keeps kneading, starting up a slow grind.]

Next time we're at that shop, we should pick up some silk rope or something equally suitable.

[He regrets now not thinking of it when they made their last trip to that sex shop. But of course Waver - maybe not Iskandar, but definitely Waver - didn't have that on his mind at the time. No, he was trying not to melt into the floor while they got more oil and Iskandar browsed. Likely he'll be trying to melt into the floor again. But the idea is out there.]

Edited Date: 2020-07-06 01:26 am (UTC)

You're right. So not the scarf. We'll find something else.

[He's not exactly happy with the idea of using tie though. Sure it's sturdier but then what if it's too sturdy? He doesn't want to cause irreparable damage to Waver's wrists just because he didn't think through their options sufficiently.

But then Waver drops another bomb on him. Iskandar blinks almost dropping the bottle in shock. Woah... what?]

Next time?! And I thought you hated the place!

[So all this fuming wasn't because he was angry that Iskandar tricked him into going to a sex shop with him? Just embarrassed? Eh... Sometimes it's so hard to tell. Iskandar believes he did get a lot better at recognizing the probable cause of his husband's irritation but still now and then he misinterprets.]

But only rope, hm? [He purrs into Waver's ear.] They had more interesting things there.

[In all honesty, he looked at the selection on display... and then he dismissed the very idea of buying anything immediately because no way Waver was ever going to agree to be tied to a bed. Iskandar has a few fantasies he always considered so unrealistic that he never even bothered asking Waver for opinion.

And yet here they are in the middle of beautiful Northern European winter, discussing diy replacements for a silk rope in the shower. Maybe he really should give his husband more credit.]

[They work for other couples. So there's probably going to be no harm to a god and an Heroic Spirit. That said, if they can avoid the diy option in the future...

Waver sputters.]

I said no such thing. [HMPH.] It was just... you know... that place was outrageously in your face about things. [He might have been a little miffed on that end, but really all the fuss in the end had boiled down to high octane embarrassment. So scandalous.] And you gave me no warning. Of course I'm going to fuss.

[HMPH. HMPH. HMPH.

But he's still massaging Iskandar's back as he tsuns.

Then he manages to go even more red as one foot toes the ground in a display of sudden shyness as his eyes lower and go to the side. He murmurs, flustered but intrigued.]

Next time, if you don't just spring it on me... [Iskandar can feel him shiver under his lips caressing Waver's ear. Damn, that purr...] More interesting things than rope?

[You got his attention.]

Edited Date: 2020-07-07 04:32 am (UTC)

[Iskandar finally manages to finish applying the hair mask and put away the bottle. Not a small achievement considering all the distractions. Weren't they supposed to have a break after he's done with the hair mask, not in the middle of it? But would he ever complain? No, never.]

They are honest about what they sell.

[Now that his hands are free he can move them somewhere as pleasant as Waver's hair. To his waist. For now. They are already close but what if he can get them even closer?]

Then next time I won't. [He brushes away a strand of hair that stuck to the side of Waver's neck before placing a kiss there.] Let's just say equally interesting. [Another kiss just below the jawline.] Various ... implements. [Waver can feel a small puff of air on his wet skin when Iskandar smiles.] But I never thought you'd like the idea of me tying you. [Iskandar would laugh at the very suggestion they could ever become bored with each other in the bedroom. But it doesn't mean spicing things up wouldn't be nice. He's a man fond of novelty. Especially, if said novelty involves two things he likes even more: sex and Waver. Another kiss lands on Waver's ear, along with the low growl.] I find it incredibly alluring.

Perhaps too honest.

[There's a slight shake of his head and the huff is now slightly amused. He sees your point, dear. That said he still thinks the place is shameless in their displays.]

Various... implements. [Waver repeats with a smile as Iskandar's hands on his waist draw them even closer, wet skin pressing against wet skin.] In other words, you intend to surprise me. [More shivers ripple through him as the kiss lands on his neck, followed by the caress of hot air. The fingers kneading Iskandar's back tighten and slide lower in a bold sweep.]

... well, it's been on my mind for a bit... [Shy again, about to fluster. Waver's fingers briefly flutter. Getting Waver to speak about his fantasies, is as it's been noted before, an uphill battle at the best of times. Which tonight clearly is the best of times. There's a moan as the next kiss lands on his ear, and at the growl Waver's fingers grope Iskandar's ass.] A bit of rope feels exciting when I... think of it? [Stammering quickly.] No matter w-who gets tied up.

[Someone likes to tease, as has been noted many times before. He might want to be tied up... and is probably discovering that once in a while he might want things switched around to pleasure his husband as well.]

I see it's been on your mind too.

Edited Date: 2020-07-07 09:43 pm (UTC)

Mhm... I might.

[Iskandar lifts Waver's chin up so he can go for a proper kiss, stifling a chuckle when he feels his husband's fingers tightening on his ass. Aren't we bold today?]

I like surprising you.

[His hand goes from Waver's jaw to the back of his neck, sinking into his wet hair.]

And I think I like being surprised by you even more.

[He goes for another kiss but instead of Waver's lips, it lands on his neck again. A slight diversion. Iskandar licks and sucks at the milky skin. It lets him feel from the rhythm of the blood underneath it as Waver's pulse quickens almost instantly.]

Indeed, it has been. You're such a treasure, my love.

[It would be a lie to say Iskandar is stranger to at least some amount of role-play in his life. Though it was a long time ago, with another partner and involved a naked race to a very special burial site. Not something he'd propose to Waver. But he is creative, he has several other ideas.]

A nice, soft silk would look magnificent on you. [Waver can hear the content smile in his voice even if he can't see it.] I have been browsing in a moment of my very rare idle time. I'd say it's a testament to my legendary luck that the country of our current residence is home to so many arts.

[The hand on Waver's waist goes up, higher and higher along his spine. Touching, feeling every single bone, every dip between them.]

One of them being exquisitely tying people with ropes. Now that you have expressed interest, I may want to go deeper with my research.

[He's not very subtle in his word choice. Not subtle at all.

Iskandar stops ravaging Waver's throat, frozen for a long second before straightening his back to look him in the eye with a genuine surprise and some hint of amusement.]

No matter?

[A sly grin slowly emerges on his face.]

So you would like to tie your King, hm? Do you think you have enough strength to do it?

[He goes down for a fiercely possessive kiss, invading Waver's mouth with his tongue. The hand on the back of his neck holding him in place.]

Or maybe you think he'd just let you because you're his favourite?

[Is that even a question?]

[... aha? You do?]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Extremely bold by Waver standards. He moans as he chases Iskandar's lips after they part from the kiss, hungry, clutching his husband to his as Iskandar begins to ravage his throat. His pulse races, his hands greedily push their hips closer as he arches beneath his King's mouth, cock jumping as Waver presses in. He pants two breaths in utter excitement, a low purr of amusement escaping him even if his tone shy and flustered.

He can see the image Iskandar's painting in his mind. While running in the nude isn't his cup of tea - and his sense of shame probably needs further slaying to even contemplate it... this... this presses all the right buttons.]

Brows-- Shibari?

[He gasps softly as Iskandar's fingers explore all the dips and rises of his spine, shivering under his attention. Waver's own fingers dig in, then release, and he draws his nails teasingly up and down to the tops of Iskandar's thighs, then lightly skimming to his hips, where he shifts to the pads of his fingertips as he continues to sweep upwards with one hand to a shoulder blade. The other continues to work enticing circles into the flesh of his husband's hip. Waver can feel their hearts racing together pressed so close.

Iskandar doesn't need to prepare him any more if he wants to take him again here, Waver realizes as he nips his husband's ear as Iskandar continues to ravish his neck. Their last session of lovemaking has left him ready for further union. And the ache of hunger has him desiring exactly that.]

I know some ladies who might be able to point you the right way with those kind of studies. [Waver's Geiko followers do not sell sex - the Geisha historically never have as purveyors of the arts and that has been the domain of others like the Oiran - even if flirtation and suggestion has always been part of their repertoire. But the flower and willow world encompasses more than them, including artists whose domains fall into the sensual, even if such entertainment is underground. Word gets around eventually.] A-and... if you need a research partner...

[...

Holy shit. He sure did imply that, didn't he? Waver's eyes pop open in surprise as he feels Iskandar's lips still and draw away in shock, his husband's posture becoming straight backed under his hands. ... ahahaha... ahahahaha... yes, yes he would... like... that too? He liked topping him on the couch and Iskandar liked it too. He loves pleasing his King, and Iskandar's vocal pleasure works for his praise kink as much as his praise. The realization is going off like fireworks in his eyes as Iskandar is staring, amusement starting to blossom into a sly, sly grin on his husband's face.

He blinks.

Strength? Oh come on. Not physical strength anyway. There's no competition there - especially when he gets pinned by Iskandar (and sometimes tickled mercilessly - aaaaagh, tease!) during lessons in how to defend himself. He's better suited to redirecting force and enduring. - be kinder, Velvet - Well that's strength in itself. He's already proven it.

Another blink.

The possessiveness of the kiss makes Waver's blood roar, and he finds himself both submitting to it and the strong hand on the back of his neck, and ferociously responding, pulling Iskandar even closer. A low sound of want works its way out.]

Perhaps. [Is that even a question? Waver's finger traces circles on flesh. Okay he is flustered and that's a hell of a thing to just... spring out of him (he has no idea what's gotten in him tonight) and discover, but...] But perhaps my King might also find himself to be in the mood for such a thing and may be intrigued to see how things might play out?

[It's as much an actual question as it is an answer. A King only submits when he wants to submit and even in submission he rules. He is the King after all. Iskandar is very dominant, and that dominance is tied to that kingship, but he also likes novelty and some bossing about within reason. No one really dared in his time - Waver sometimes thinks that gives it the allure of the forbidden - though in this time, things are of course different, even though he gets plenty of deference as a god and the Heavens don't run by modern mores.

(That's the culture shock facing everyone else not from ancient times. Waver recalls a few wine drenched nights talking about that.)

... so Waver's curious if he'd like a little role reversal as well when he has an itch to scratch for it or if it's a bit too far for his comfort.]

[He's been steadily more aware of the way their hips grind against each other, of Waver's fingertips drawing lines of fire on his exceedingly heated skin. He doesn't do anything with it for the moment, content with simply absorbing the bliss of their closeness and revelling in Waver's declarations growing bolder and bolder. He's love is unstoppable today. At least not until he has enough of the teasing, he's too lust-crazed to follow their conversation.

Without a word of warning Iskandar lifts his husband, Waver's back against the glass wall of the shower cabin, his lips pressed to Waver's neck, and thrusts inside him, still open and ready from their previous round. It seems as if they are trying to make up for all the time they lost to stress and work, and post-work exhaustion. That they can't stop. Not until the pressure that was slowly building all that time is released, their hunger satiated, the well that was empty filled to the brim.
They have both enough strength as gods and Heroic Spirits to go on like this for the whole night and Iskandar suspects that is exactly what will happen. They may end skipping breakfast the next day. Even their star-gazing plans may need to be postponed to the next night.]

[Go the entire night or crash out and sleep for ages. Probably both. They've reached a tipping point of what they can stand - it's in how they just can't keep their hands off each other and how easily they seem to slide towards slumber between rounds. Though indeed it's looking like sex will win out. Their sleep debt can wait; their starvation wont.

Waver makes a sound of surprise as he's suddenly lifted, back hitting the steamy glass, which quickly turns into a cry of delight and excitement as Iskandar thrusts up into him. He clutches Iskandar hard to him, legs winding around him for extra stability, as his husband sets the pace. The Caster whimpers, gasping as the flesh of his neck is kissed, sucked, and bitten; leaving a trail of red marks as testament to the pleasure Iskandar is bestowing on him. They fade quickly - a benefit of Servant healing - only for more to appear as his skin is thoroughly mapped.]

Aaaaaahh-- yes. Just like that. You feel so good.

[His cock is already beading small droplets of precum as it strains, bumping Iskandar's belly with each heavy thrust and leaving thin trails of evidence of Waver's own pleasure. It's building within him, a knot of bliss that becomes all the more consuming with every second. Gasps are quickly become ecstatic cries as Iskandar pushes him to new heights.]

[It feels delightfully perverse, almost obscene, to sully Waver's perfect skin with so much red. Iskandar would have more restraint if all the marks didn't disappear so quickly. They do, so he doesn't have to limit himself. Doing it satisfies some primal urge, a barely conscious strain of aggressive possessiveness he wouldn't let reign free otherwise. There is something in him that wants the whole world to know, to proclaim for all to see, to brand this gorgeous man as completely, unequivocally his. Some feral fire that is not satisfied by kisses or caresses alone. Iskandar needs to bite his husband to quench it, he has to sink his teeth in the soft flesh of his neck and shoulders. There is no force in it, as no force is needed. This not a matter of pain and power but rather of dissolution of barriers. Maybe that's why he most often does it during sex when they are already united, their bodies carried by the most primaeval of forces. He wants them to become one.]

Only because you receive me so well, my love.

[Iskandar thrusts deeper, picking up up the tempo and Waver's heavy panting ascends to cries of pleasure, sweeter than any music to his ears. He is not quiet either, his own breath laboured, a steady stream of moans spilling from his lips as he kisses licks and bites Waver's neck. His hips seemingly moving on their own.]

Wa..aah..ver...

[Then he comes, crashing down from the height of pleasure like a river from a waterfall, the name of his love on his lips. Nothing ever feels as heavenly as their union.]

[It's not like Waver doesn't have this same brand of possessiveness that can express itself through toothy nips and scratches caused by an outpouring of ravenous passion. He does, though he's less in touch with what is primal within him than Iskandar. There's a satisfaction he cannot name in the marks he in turn leaves on Iskandar - though they fade just as quickly - and satisfaction in the marks Iskandar leaves on him. His King is his and he is his King's. They don't really bother him - they're gone after the heat of the moment, never outstaying their welcome and slipping from mind. Being borne out of carnal delight helps keeps the associations with other markings of possession and painful history far, far away. Bites and scratches are pleasurable things, regardless. The sting just makes the ecstasy running through his veins sharper.

He's beyond words, panting and heaving amid shattered sounds of heat spilling from his lips. Waver can't answer beyond a shaking smile that falls apart as his head tips back as he comes with a shout. All is fire and bliss.

Then, he slowly comes back to himself, buzzing and heavy with contentment surging through him. He blinks slowly. Good thing they're in the shower. Because after the mess they've made of each other, they surely need it.]

How's those knots now?

[It comes out as a languid purr. The tension feels like it's melted right out for the moment.]

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