#*unbending blade.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

Olberic is more inclined to stir at the feeling of Cyrus’ hands on him, he has always been one to wake up rather suddenly, after all. Erhardt, on the other hand, barely moves at all save for shuffling into the contact, a faint smile on his lips indicates that he is... somewhat awake.

‘Twould seem Cyrus, too, is barely awake. Olberic wouldn’t even need to see the scholar to know such - with the slow, clumsy movements. He does look, though, and barely open though Cyrus’ eyes may be, Olberic recognises the desire in them.

He cannot help the quiet laughter as he gently puts his hand over Cyrus’, guiding it lightly from where it was touching his shoulder to his chest. Sighing from the feeling of Cyrus’ soft, slender hands very gently squeezing them, Olberic shifts his free hand to Cyrus’ waist.

Erhardt finally starts to move a little more, lifting himself up enough to wrap one arm around the scholar’s shoulders and further burying his face into the other’s neck.

“ how do you want me…? ”

Olberic hums, a hum which quickly becomes a chuckle under his breath, and there’s a deep exhale as he entangles his fingers into Cyrus’ soft, dark hair.

He leans in, pressing their foreheads together. His lips slightly parted as he grins, highly aware of the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He moves his head closer still to kiss Cyrus on the lips. A gentle, yet wanting kiss that stays just long enough that pulling away leaves his body begging to go back and kiss the scholar more.

Half lidded eyes are ablaze with desire, with a genuine light of content, and he brings his hands down to Cyrus’ hips.

“ I want you as Cyrus. ” He whispers. “ I want you to be yourself. To do as you please, and to ask of me whatever you wish. ”

One hand slides further down to Cyrus’ thigh, his thumb moving in a circular motion, lightly running over the soft skin. Olberic then leans his body forward, gently pushing Cyrus down onto his back and underneath the warrior.

“Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?~”

Olberic hums quietly. His voice is rough and low partly from his sleep, but he is well aware it’s also because of his throat, which still dully aches from it’s overuse from the previous night’s events.

It’s a good thing his face is hidden, he thinks, because otherwise Erhardt would see the grin creeping across his face.

Olberic decides to remain as still as possible, waiting for Erhardt to get closer.

And when he inevitably does, Olberic turns his head and seizes Erhardt’s face with his hands, pulling him in to kiss him. He may still be waking up, but his kisses can still be passionate. And oh how passion coats his lips now...

He pulls away to breathe, and smiles.

meme. / ( acc. )

“ … I’m more than comfortable with that. ” Olberic says with a grin. It drops rather quickly, though.

meme. / ( acc. )

meme. / ( acc. )

HM OK……… OK……………………….. hm. i’m not really sure. he might sometimes feel like he can be…. overwhelming?? i mean. Him Big. (In every sense ghfdiugGFDIUGFD) And i guess he can often be… Worried about hurting his partner/s too much. Especially if they prefer it gentle. He does his best, though, and his best is Pretty Damn Good.

post redacted, it’s would probably be his missing arm. Because of that, he’s limited in the positions he can go with (since being above his partner/s would require more balance than he’s capable of having since he wants to use the hand he has for other things) and also…….. he’s just sort of worried that with only one arm he won’t be able to fully satisfy his partner/s. Or himself, but he places satisfying his partner/s MUCH higher.

and when he does get his prosthetic, he does get worried sometimes that he may scrape his partner/s skin with it’s roughness. (He tries to keep it smooth, of course, but the idea won’t leave his mind).