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[ 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. ]

[Wriothesley's grip on Keita's hips is firm. Hard enough that it might bruise a little by the time they're done. He doesn't hesitate to start a brutal, rough pace, forcing Keita's hips back whenever he thrusts forward. The slosh of water and the slap of skin echoes against the walls as they move in tandem.]

Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm going to give you whatever you want. [He grinds his cock as far and deep as he can into the smaller man, pressing the hardened length against the man's sweet spot, offering them no reprieve as he abuses their prostate.] You wear pleasure so well, I want to see it more.

[ Honestly, the idea of having marks on his body in the shape of Wriothesley's hands is even more arousing than it has any right to be, so the bruising grip doesn't bother him in the least. If anything, it only makes him more eager, his body shifting, thighs widening as he's pulled forcefully back into each deep thrust of Wriothesley's cock.

It's indulgent, is the thing. It's powerful and brutal and a perfect pleasant ache, but it is also Wriothesley giving Keita everything he wants, everything he needs. They don't even know each other well, not really, and yet it seems that Wriothesley is able to read every sign of Keita's body, to answer every one of his asks before he even voices them. It's dizzying, it's terrible. Keita hangs his head between his shoulders and moans again, a shudder rippling through him as he's brought to get another climax.

This time, it feels a little different. He's still hot all over, but the orgasm feels satisfying in a way the previous ones hadn't, perhaps a sign that some of the fever in Keita's body is breaking. Still, he thinks it'll take at least one more, and hopefully an orgasm for Wriothesley too, before Keita finally finds himself in a place where he can rest. ]

I want, [ he manages, half-delirious, ] you to come inside me. I want to feel it...

[Even as Keita orgasms again, Wriothesley doesn't slow down in the slightest. He continues to slam his cock back into Keita, the slap of skin echoing in the room they're occupying, mingling with their breathless moans and needy groans.]

Greedy... [But he's charmed by it. By this smaller man who has always been so polite becoming nothing but shameless, begging to be filled. Wriothesley definitely is too weak of a man to deny them either.

So he continues to piston in and out of Keita, feeling pleasure build up more and more, already having been staving off his own orgasm to try and satisfy the smaller man's voracious appetite. One, two, he buries himself as deep as he can, spilling his seed and filling them to the brim like they had asked.] Take your fill, sweetness.

[ The hot splash of Wriothesley's come inside him is deeply gratifying to some animal part of Keita, a sense of being claimed, being marked. He squirms a little, pushing himself back to take the full length of Wriothesley's cock, and feels himself so close to orgasm that it's almost a physical ache between his thighs; Keita reaches down to stroke himself, quick and purposeful, once, twice before he comes again with a cry, his body seizing up around Wriothesley's length before he shivers into the pleasant, sticky aftermath.

Hanging his head between his shoulders, Keita pants softly for air, the sound of his breathing mixed with the gentle slosh of water and the similar metronome of Wriothesley catching his breath too. It's a strange medley, but Keita finds that he likes it, and before long he feels that he's gathered a bit more of himself. There's still a tell-tale heat low in the core of him, but it no longer feels as pressing as it had when he'd messaged Wriothesley however long ago. ]

You're really... more impressive than I knew, [ Keita says as he lifts himself up from Wriothesley's cock. ] Thank you—sincerely. I needed that.

[Keita's words earn a breathless laugh from the boxer. Somehow, the earnestness in Keita thanking him to fuck him back to their senses was just amusing. He takes it in stride, moving off Keita, but not without dragging the smaller man back into the water with him.

There's a pleased sigh as he settles back into the water.]

I don't think I've ever been thanked for being really good in bed, but you're welcome. [He raises his arms to stretch, the pleasant ache in his body satisfying.] You're feeling better than? Who would have thought that you could become so shameless. I'm glad I could see it happen.

[ Keita isn't expecting to be tugged by his waist back into the water with Wriothesley, but he isn't unhappy with the turn of events either, and he goes easily to settle either in Wriothesley's lap or at his side against the stone wall of the pool. It's probably for the best—they'll both need to clean up a bit, and the pool water seems well-filtered. ]

Really? [ Is it weird to do that? But Keita is genuinely thankful. ] Well, I'm happy to be the first, then. You are very good in... bed, so to speak.

[ Or grotto. Whatever. The mention of his shamelessness makes the back of Keita's neck heat up, and he halfheartedly splashes some water at Wriothesley's chest. ]

I can't be held responsible for what I said or did ten minutes ago. That was another man entirely.

[Wriothesley happily settles the man into his lap, running fingers through damp locks of hair, only barking out a laugh when Keita splashes water at him. Laughter echoes against the walls and he even gives the other a playful peck on the lips.]

Oh? Does that mean the other man isn't in this room anymore? A shame, really. [He lets out a hum.]

It's fine you know. I like the you that enjoys tinkering and clockwork and I also like the you that enjoys sex. They're both you, are they not? Or are you embarrassed for wanting sex so shamelessly? I assure you that I cannot judge you at all. [Man who has slept around plenty enough.]

It seems you're doing a lot better though, I'm glad. Also I appreciate the shining review. I think it'd be more embarrassing if the sex was sub par.

If the sex was bad, I'm far too polite to tell you to your face, [ Keita says primly, although there's a sparkle of amusement in his gaze that suggests he doesn't wholly mean the prissy tone he's taking. And indeed, after a moment he relaxes slightly back against Wriothesley's chest, enjoying the warmth of the moment. ] It's not that I'm... embarrassed. Or, I don't know—I suppose I am. A relic of my upbringing, one could say.

[ Between the fact of having been raised the son of a samurai clan, ostensibly at least, and then becoming a baron at a relatively young age, Keita had been exposed to a great number of expectations regarding his behavior and conduct. Becoming intimately involved with another man would have been an unforgiveable sin to the Duke of Choshu, for whom Keita had always been a source of disgrace.

Idly, Keita splashes some more water over Wriothesley's arms and chest, not for retribution this time but to actually wet him down for bathing. ]

I would like to think I'm learning, though. The more I do this.

Hah. Well, not to toot my own horn, but I wouldn't believe you anyways. [Wriothesley wouldn't say he has an ego, but he knows he isn't bad in bed. But Keita saying he sucks in bed would be very funny. The man was very polite, so he'd love to hear the other insult him. Even in jest.] I don't think you're the only one. Intimacy can make one shy. Casual intimacy? Even more.

[He cards his fingers through Keita's hair with a gentle smile.]

I'm sure you are. I imagine that it's a lot harder for you to proposition for sex than it is for me, but it ended well, no? Well, the house truly gave you a run for your money, didn't it? Though, you're always free to seek me out for help. In bed or not.

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