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[keita]

[ 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. ]

[armwriostle]

[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.]

[keita]

[ 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. ]

[armwriostle]

[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.

[keita]

[ 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...

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[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.

[keita]

[ 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.

[armwriostle]

[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]

[ 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.

[armwriostle]

[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.

[keita]

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.

[armwriostle]

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.