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[ It's very polite of Wriothesley to offer, of course, but the truth is that Keita's not even sure why he bothered to ask. He's in no state to get up and go anywhere. ]

No, the pool is fine. [ And Keita's legs are jelly, so it's a good thing he really doesn't mind. He doesn't move as Wriothesley disrobes and joins him in the water, which comes to just about hip-deep on Wriothesley but comes to Keita's mid-chest where he's sitting against the rock wall.

When Wriothesley sits next to him, the relief in Keita's expression is obvious. His mere presence cools the water around them by notable degrees, and Keita almost immediately shifts to lean against his arm, a bit abashed by the forwardness of the gesture and yet totally unable to resist the allure of cooler water. ]

That feels wonderful. [ It won't do much to quell the root cause of his feverishness, Keita knows, but it certainly helps to address the symptoms. He shivers, goosebumps rising along his back. ]

[He chuckles softly as the man immediately scoots to press against him. Keita was so warm against his cool skin and he slinks an arm around Keita’s waist to offer more skinship for the smaller man.]

Good. I want you to be comfortable. Let me take care of you.

[As he says this, his other hand moves to wrap around Keita’s erection and he starts to stroke the other.] Let yourself indulge. It’ll be better for your body. [His voice is quiet in a way like he’s speaking to just Keita, even if they’re alone. It makes his words all the more intimate.]

Is this alright?

[ For all that Keita has been holding himself at something of a polite distance from Wriothesley, all too keenly aware of how many similarities he bears to Thaniel, he's abruptly and overwhelmingly grateful for the other man's kindness. In a place like this it would be easy for Wriothesley to have ignored Keita's plea entirely, or at the very least, to have refrained from offering his personal assistance. But he didn't—and now here he is, for seemingly no other reason than the goodness of his heart. ]

You're very kind. [ He feels hazy, not quite like himself, the fever of arousal lending the world a dreamy unreal quality that Keita can't shake. ] I'm thankful that you de—mmgh, ah—

[ Wriothesley's hand curls around the hot, hard length of Keita's cock, and he chokes on a moan, muffles it against Wriothesley's shoulder. His hand comes to rest on Wriothesley's forearm, not to stop him at all, but just to feel the way the muscles flex as he begins to stroke, his grip just tight enough, dizzyingly pleasurable. ]

Y—Yes, it's—oh, very good. [ The confession comes breathlessly, Keita's brow furrowed with pleasure, his other hand coming up over Wriothesley's shoulder to cling tight. ] Don't stop, please—

[He chuckles at the way the smaller man clings to him, delirious from the pleasure as Wriothesley strokes the other's hard length. He starts a steady pace, calloused fingers sliding up and down the entire shaft, thumb teasing the slit on the head of Keita's cock as he moves his hand.]

How can I stop when you're being so sweet. [He wouldn't want to stop in the first place. Keita always holds himself in such a professional and polite manner, that there was something quite addicting seeing that fall away to something so much more wanton and needy.

Peeling back those layers and stripping Keita to his most bare was a delectable sight.]

Tell me what you want. More? less? Or is this not enough for you? [Wriothesley's voice comes out in a purr, spoken quietly to the other.] I'll give you whatever you want. You need just ask.

[ Surely Wriothesley knows that just asking is a Herculean task for Keita in his current state. He can barely manage a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence, especially as the continuing strokes of Wriothesley's hand drive him slowly mad. The insistent throb of his suit against the back of his neck drives him to greed: Keita wants everything, wants Wriothesley's hands all over him, wants his mouth, his cock, the press of his body against Keita's. There are so many things to want that Keita can barely decide where to begin.

It turns out, he begins like this: a short, almost startled cry as the calloused pad of Wriothesley's thumb rubs firmly over the head of his cock and makes him come in a dizzy, shivering rush of pleasure. It takes him by surprise and leaves him momentarily dazed, clutching still at Wriothesley's shoulders as he spills over the other man's hand. ]

Oh, Christ, [ Keita mutters when the most intense rush of pleasure has subsided, leaving him shaking with occasional aftershocks, his arousal still very much not abated. He hasn't even started to go soft. The only change, in fact, is that at least for a moment, Keita is marginally more coherent than he was before.

He shifts, finally, to give himself over to desire entirely as he moves to straddle Wriothesley's lap. His hands are warm and insistent against Wriothesley's chest, his shoulders, the back of his neck, and Keita leans forward like he's thinking about kissing, then pauses and withdraws just slightly. Without the benefit of his foresight, he has no way of knowing whether Wriothesley will mind. ]

Do you... is it all right if I kiss you? I don't mind if you say no.

[Watching the small man come undone so quickly is flattering and it makes him hungry for more. Sure, this was ultimately about Keita and helping Keita get through what his body wanted so desperately. He can’t help but want in a way. The satisfaction of pulling this man apart until the only thing they can think of is pleasure.

He was going to wrangle as many orgasms out of this poor man. Good luck, Keita.

Wriothesley wraps his hands around both their cocks and strokes the both of them. It’s lazy for now. Just the starting of a slow build up. He grins at the other when they ask so sweetly. How could he say no to that?

Besides, this was for Keita’s benefit. His free hand reaches out to grasp the back of Keita’s neck and pulls him into an all devouring kiss.]

Oh, [ is all Keita manages, the sound muffled against Wriothesley's mouth as he's pulled in for a thorough kiss. It is a neat way to answer the question, he thinks with some hazy amusement as he wraps his arms around Wriothesley's shoulders and leans into it—it leaves no question as to Wriothesley's opinion on kissing. Keita returns the kiss as best he can, hot and hungry, no hesitation in it whatsoever as he coaxes Wriothesley's lips to part so his tongue can delve inside.

The pleasure of it is truly overwhelming. Between the simple enjoyment of kissing and the slowly-rising white noise that is Wriothesley's hand moving over both of their cocks in tandem, Keita can barely hold on to his own coherence. His hips move slightly, despite his best efforts, and his cock slips against Wriothesley's in a burst of delicious friction that makes Keita moan. The noise, quiet as it is, is swallowed by the kiss.

In this, their goals are in alignment: Keita wants to be taken apart. He wants Wriothesley to touch him, to be inside of him, to unwind him completely until he can think of nothing else but his next climax. For someone of his age, Keita is surprisingly capable of multiple orgasms, so it may take more effort than Wriothesley is anticipating to undo him that thoroughly. ]

[How cute.

He's sure that Keita would not be this forward if not for the house forcing their hand, but he can't help but want to see more of it. One hand continues to stroke both their cocks while his other hand roams over smooth skin. He eventually lets it wander down and squeeze at one of Keita's cheeks

Wriothesley finally breaks the kiss, licking his lips as he admires the man in his lap falling apart at their seams.] Insatiable aren't you, sweetness? Tell me what you want. [He doesn't need Keita to beg, but he does want to get the man to admit how wanting they are right now.]

And I'll give it to you.

[ The thoroughness of the kiss is enough to do away with the very last of Keita's embarrassment, leaving him wholly consumed by nothing but desire. And it's a good thing, too, because in ordinary life he finds it quite difficult to admit to his sexual fantasies. Like this, though, when his whole body is ablaze and he's guided entirely by his needs and his emotions, Keita finds it much easier to lean forward and press his mouth to Wriothesley's neck, his jaw, to press his lips to his cheek and say, ]

I want you to finger me, and then I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I'm insensate with it.

[ Keita pulls back enough to look into Wriothesley's face, studying the lovely handsome lines of him, scars and all. He really is gorgeous to look at, and the sight of him is tempting enough that Keita gives in to the urge to lean in and kiss him again. ]

Will you do that for me?

[There's something delightful in the way that Keita gets lost in their inhibitions and the throes of passion. How he's sure that they'd usually never say such shameless words, but here they were so wanton in their want for him to fuck them senseless.

He wasn't going to say no when Keita was so saccharine sweet in how they ask.

Instead, he pulls the other into another hungry kiss, all but devouring in the press of lips and the slide of his tongue.]

Of course. Whatever you want. [As he presses kisses down Keita's throat, his hands move to spread Keita's cheeks apart, fingers rubbing teasingly at the smaller man's entrance.] How about a please~♥︎

[ Wriothesley leans forward to press his mouth to Keita's skin, and Keita moans, the sound reverberating in his throat right against Wriothesley's lips. He feels the trail of those fingers as though they're leaving drops of fire against his skin, all the way down his spine to his ass, where Wriothesley spreads him open to press against his hole. It makes Keita shudder, gasping as he tries to collect his thoughts. ]

Please, [ Keita says, needy and utterly without shame. His arousal and the heightened neediness of his suit make it impossible for him to be embarrassed by his current state, willing to beg if that's what Wriothesley wants. ] Please, I need it—I need you.

[ His lips press to Wriothesley's temple, and Keita rocks his hips forward a little, rubbing himself against Wriothesley's lower stomach. The sturdiness of his body is impossibly appealing to Keita, and he's inclined not to let it go unappreciated. ]

Cute. [He doesn't make Keita beg much more, plunging two of his fingers passed the ring of muscle and into the smaller man. He thrusts them in and out, stretching Keita out with his fingers as they rut against his stomach.

He sinks his teeth into the junction between Keita's neck and shoulder as he presses a third finger, sliding them all the way into the knuckle before sliding them out. He repeats the motions as he lets his fingers rub against Keita's inner walls.]

You're taking my fingers so well. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you? Who would have thought from someone so polite.

[ The first two fingers are enough to make Keita cry out, although he muffles it by pressing his mouth into the curve of Wriothesley's shoulder. He can feel the sting of it, just a little, his body giving way around the intensity of the intrusion, and it only heightens his desire—or perhaps that's another effect of this birthday "gift" foisted upon him by the resort, that he's able to take more with less work. It doesn't take long before the burn of being stretched gives way to the pleasure of being filled like this, and Keita's hips begin to work back against Wriothesley's hand, eager but not yet demanding.

The addition of a third finger is welcome, and Keita's body accepts it easily, although the increased fullness and pressure inside him does make Keita's hips move even more urgently. He's panting softly with desire, clinging to Wriothesley's shoulders, his fingernails digging lightly into skin as he tries to use the other man's broad shoulders as a way to keep himself steady. ]

Oh, don't tease. [ It's not a real admonishment, nor is Keita really embarrassed. His head is all white noise, and it makes it much easier for him to admit to what he might ordinarily not acknowledge. ] It's just, ah, not proper where I'm from to—ooh, to admit that I like to be f-fucked—

[ And it's also quite illegal, although Keita doesn't bother to say that part. Kind of not the vibes he's going for right now. ]

You will fuck me, won't you? Or are you, mmgh, just going to torment me like this until I lose my mind?

[There's a low hum as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out and stretch the other open. He seems thoughtful at the other's words, almost like they're having a nice chat over tea instead of him finger fucking the other.] Oh? There's no reason to be proper with me though. I don't need you to be proper or polite. If you want to be fucked, then you can be fucked to your hearts content. I much prefer when people are themselves and seeking what they want.

[He presses a fourth finger inside and curls his fingers with a grin.] I don't know. You're quite cute like this. Needy and wanton. [Except, he finally pulls his fingers out from the other.]

Just kidding. How could I say no? If you're going to lose your mind, I think it would look better with me buried deep inside you, so lift your hips for me.

[ One of them might be having a nice chat, but it certainly isn't Keita, who feels like his head is going to explode as Wriothesley adds a fourth finger inside his body. It's probably a good thing, his timing, because the way Keita moans for it forestalls anything he might otherwise have said about being himself and how often that's gotten him in trouble.

But this is a version of himself too, isn't it? Honest in a way that he ordinarily can't be, wanton, his body's responses clear. For a moment he really does think, in a flash of horny almost-panic, that Wriothesley really is going to just torture Keita with his fingers—

But then he withdraws them entirely, and despite the sudden ache of emptiness, Keita feels a certain measure of relief at what that probably means for what's next. He does as he's told and lifts his hips, and even helpfully reaches down to curl his hand and Wriothesley's cock, although rather than shifting it so Keita can sit on it, he admittedly gets a bit distracted by just stroking him instead. ]

[He breathes out a quiet moan, eyelashes fluttering as the other strokes his cock. He can't help but laugh breathlessly.] Sweetness, as much as I enjoy that, I don't think that's what you want right now.

[One hand grips Keita's waist while the other hand has to gently slap Keita's hand away. Cute to say the least, but he knows what both of them truly want at the moment. He'll remind Keita too as he lines his cock with their entrance and guides the smaller man's hips down. He feels the way the ring of muscle slowly give way to let the head of his cock pass through and enter the other. Hot and tight, Wriothesley is shameless in his groans.]

This is what you've been waiting for weren't you? [A grin.] Or would you rather go back to stroking it?

Hah. [ A wry noise of laughter as Keita nods slightly. ] You're right.

[ Wriothesley really does have a nice cock, though, and Keita wouldn't object to just stroking it for a while—but indeed, what he wants right now is much more than just the weight of it in his hand. His hands come to rest on Wriothesley's shoulders as he's guided down bit by bit, feeling his body stretch and then give way around his girth, the sensation more than a bit dizzying. Keita muffles a moan by biting down on his lower lip, letting gravity do the work of pulling him downward, taking more and more until his hips settle, pressed flush to Wriothesley's lap with the full length of him buried inside.

It's astonishing. It's a fullness that drives Keita wild, that leaves him shuddering and panting for breath as his body shivers and adjusts around the intrusion. It is exactly what he wanted, and he shakes his head as he begins to move in short bounces, lifting up just slightly and then fucking himself insistently down onto Wriothesley's cock. ]

No, no—I want this, [ he manages, by now so far gone with pleasure that it doesn't occur to him to be shy about it. ] Don't stop, please.

[He raises a hand to thumb at Keita's bottom lip.] I'll give you what you want, but you gotta do something in return. I want to hear you fully, so I'd like if you didn't muffle yourself. Let me hear every sound, alright?

[Nothing is more sweet than watching, hearing, and feeling someone in the throes of pleasure. He intends to make sure the man is lacking a want for more, hands firmly resting on Keita's hips as he starts to buck up into the other roughly. He can see the way the other is so needy to be filled, and he was going to do just that.]

You muffle yourself and I stop, so I think you know how to keep this going. [A playful grin as he slams the other down onto his cock.]

[ By nature, Keita tends to be quiet and reserved, even in bed and particularly with new partners—but Wriothesley seems determined to get him to be loud, and Keita has no reason to deny him. In fact, he doesn't think he could deny it if he tried, as the way Wriothesley grips his hips and slams him down to take the full length of his cock makes Keita cry out so urgently it echoes from the nearby rock walls of the grotto. ]

Fuck! [ Keita shakes in Wriothesley's lap, overwhelmed with sensation. He can feel his whole body seizing around the girth of him, his muscles clenching desperately, fluttering as they try to resist the intrusion yet utterly unable to do anything but take it. It's terrible, it's wonderful, it leaves Keita incoherent with need as he braces his knees against rough stone and lifts himself up again. ] Fuck, oh, Christ you're big—

[ But despite the breathless, strangled quality of Keita's voice, there's not a single note of complaint to be found. If anything, he's only growing more and more eager, bracing both hands on Wriothesley's shoulders and bouncing on his cock in short, deep thrusts that make Keita's breath catch in the back of his throat. He feels out of control of his own body, unable to do anything but chase his own pleasure, succumbing completely to the whims of his suit and his libido as he rides.

Keita comes again like this, in a shivering rush, although he doesn't let it stop him. It barely slows him down, save for the few seconds he spends quivering as his hips jerk against Wriothesley's. And, as requested, Keita doesn't stifle any of the noises that are driven from his throat, the gasps and moans and whimpers of pleasure. ]

Oh, you certainly know how to flatter. [He can't help the groan in the back of his throat as Keita clenches around his cock. How the small man seems to be completely lost in the moment.

You really can't judge a book by its cover. The usually polite and reserved man he has spoken so many times can be quite shameless in bed it seems. He's delighted by it though, enjoying the way that Keita chases their pleasure, bouncing on his lap as they want for the friction that brings shameless moans from both of them.

Wriothesley does not hesitate a brutal pace, forcing their hips to slam together as he buries himself deeply into Keita over and over again.] You feel so good, sweetness... You like being filled like this? I didn't realize you could be so wanton. So needy...

[As he continues to thrust into the other, he also doesn't hesitate to keep his hands roaming. Hands pinch pert nipples and nails drag over smooth skin and leaving angry red trails in their wake.]

[ Were Keita in his right mind, he might protest that it's hardly flattery if it's factual—but he can quite literally not think around how full he is, nor how insistently Wriothesley's cock rubs against his prostate every single time he thrusts into Keita's body. Despite himself, and despite how overripe and tender he feels all over, Keita remains hungry, his body craving more and more even as he comes down from the throes of another orgasm. No room for embarrassment about that, either. It feels too good for him to worry.

Wanton indeed, Keita slides one hand into Wriothesley's hair and tightens it there, almost using the grip as an anchor as he hauls Wriothesley in to kiss him hard. He can't stop the noises he muffles against Wriothesley's lips, but the kiss is nonetheless satisfying, lingering and hot and devouring until Keita tears himself away to catch his breath.

He leans back a little, bracing his other hand on Wriothesley's knee so he can moves his hips differently—at a new angle, one Keita can feel all the way in his chest, and in sinuous, silken motions, surprisingly graceful for a man who had never done this before his arrival. ]

After this, [ Keita says, breathless and panting, ] I want you to take me on my hands and knees. I want it hard, want to feel it tomorrow.

[He happily kisses the other back, tongue and everything, as he tastes the man's mouth, swallowing their mixed saliva like it were the most addicting drink. He'll never refuse a good kiss.

It's the words that come after they break for air that has him reeling.

Archons, what did they give this guy? This is taking the idea of the gift that keeps on giving a little too literally. He laughs breathlessly and he can't help but be glad that he has pretty good stamina. He can't imagine anyone being on the receiving end of someone so insatiable who are less prepared

And isn't it quite the turn on to have someone want you so bad? Being told what to do is more delightful than anything. He gently pats Keita's thigh.] Alright, sweetheart. If you want that so bad, you better present yourself proper to me then.

[ Wriothesley's own fault for volunteering, honestly—Keita gave him a chance to decline and he turned it down! Of course, Keita can't blame Wriothesley for not knowing what he was getting into. Even Keita isn't sure he could have predicted how voracious his appetite would become, least of all when the effects of his suit have historically been resolved by a single orgasm or maybe two.

Not so, now. Under the influence of the house Keita can see no end to his avarice. He has no idea how many times he'll have to reach climax before he'll be satisfied. Maybe Wriothesley can manage it—he seems like the sort to have good stamina—but even if he can't, Keita will have to figure something else out, because as it stands Keita's entire body is one long line of fiery need and he can't think of anything that will properly quench it. ]

Hah, [ Keita says, exhaling a short laugh. ] You told me not to be quiet.

[ Maybe Wriothesley didn't know what he was signing up for there, either. This will almost certainly be deeply humiliating when Keita is finally worn out, but for the time being he's just being honest.

As he's instructed, Keita pulls off Wriothesley's cock with a mournful sound and slips from his lap entirely. It's easy to turn around in the water, shifting to the opposite wall, where he braces his knees on the low submerged shelf and his elbows on the rocky edge of the pool. He presents his ass to Wriothesley in an appealing arch of his spine, his hole slick and ready. ]

Edited (idk timespace is fake) 2024-10-20 04:36 (UTC)

[Wriothesley might be leaving this completely spent, but he was going to have a damn good time with it. He definitely wasn't complaining, even if he isn't sure he'll be able to truly keep up. He's going to damn try though.]

Be as loud as you can. I want you to enjoy this without holding yourself back, sweetheart. [And Wriothesley happily crowds Keita's space just as quickly. He doesn't enter the other right away, teasing Keita a bit first as he rubs his length against the smaller man's perineum and the underside of their testicles, pressing kisses against Keita's shoulders.]

You really do love to make yourself irresistible. Do you know how enticing you look right now? [His hands roam before finding Keita's nipples and pinching them between his thumb and index finger.] Who wouldn't want to eat you up right now.

[He's being a little mean here, not letting Keita get an answer in before he's thrusting his cock into him in one quick thrust.]

[ The idea of Keita being irresistible on purpose is enough to earn a low laugh, just a touch self-conscious—Keita has never seduced anyone on purpose in his life, and he's not wholly confident that he's starting with Wriothesley today. If he looks enticing, it's a total accident and not by any choice of Keita's. But whatever Wriothesley sees, it seems like it does it for him just fine, because his hands are everywhere on Keita's body, making him tremble and gasp and his cock twitch where it's half-submerged in the water of the pool. ]

Don't make me wait, [ he says, or at least tries to say—what actually happens is that Keita manages the first word and half of the second before his words devolve into a too-loud moan at the sudden, fierce pressure of Wriothesley's cock pushing inside him again. The angle is different like this, and he feels tighter somehow, his thighs shaking and his back curving up into it as Keita pushes himself back to take all of Wriothesley, all the way to the base.

Fuck, but it's good. To be so thoroughly filled, to feel claimed like this. Keita hangs his head, panting, and pushes against the stone of the grotto floor, using it as leverage to try and fuck himself back on Wriothesley's cock. ]

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