#ebresos

Siius is so good between his legs , effortlessly moving his body as he wants. hands are warm brands on his skin , practically so big they meet somewhere in the middle of his slip waist and squeeze him tight. up against the vanity , his legs are dangling on either side of his and he's pounding him so hard up against the edge that he's still scrambling to find a hold of something—anything. all he's got is nails in the wood , siius’ shoulders , and deep incongruous grooves left in either.

the slap of skin grew louder and his moans grew steadily more , more , louder. and !⸻he finally fell over the very edge of this cliff he's been teetering untouched until he caught this particular good angle that seemed to do it for saint. he's shaking , shuttering , hands flailing around wildly for anything to grab a hold of and there's little to help during this violent orgasm that wracked his body. there was nothing to grab a hold of to anchor his body down while hips fucked the sound out of his throat and the control from his body. he couldn't even breath , stolen from him as well. finally , siius leaned fully over his body and pressed him down onto the surface , turning his hands out to grab a hold of saint's flailing hands and pressing them down to his waist for him to hold onto while fucking and grinding into him , grinding him down on his dick with ease.

Saint moved as though he wanted to push him away while he's being pounded through such an intense , leg quaking nut. ❝ haaaaaah , hnmmggg , Ssssiiiiius !! ❞ he's arched , moving like if he could get a hold of something he'd be climbing it and climbing it fast through it all. the poor piece of furniture is soaked through from the slick being fucked out of him and by the creak it's let out, it's not going to last much longer of siius' rough thrusts.

lucky for it , siius was releasing these cute little groans and puffs of air like he was being taken for all he's got in the ring. each spasm of his tight , hot cunt is catalyst to an animalistic grunt of pleasure. the way he's rutting into him had they been on the bed , he knows he'd be curled up with his legs in the air and his thighs pressed down until they were firmly against his body; he'd been getting ploughed in a mating press and fucked heavy. but this angle , siius isn't lax on it none. it doesn't take very long for him to follow saint over the cliff and give him deep , short strokes , shuttering but he never pulls out; it's to the balls and he's firm knocking against his cervix. it's impressive given how deep it is in his body, truly.

they shared a sweet little kiss , licks and nips , despite how filthy the act had been moments ago. Siius moved his hands up under his knees and spread his thighs on exit , displaying his dripping cunt. he reached own between his own legs and spread his messy lips so he could see his swollen , abused red pussy aching and throbbing from his eagerness and his attention. ❝ mm , am I ? yew left me so quick I was worried yew were tired of me already. ❞ lips sucked between his lips and bitten , he'd worried when he'd pulled out of him so fast when he would usually stay and pump him to the brim; he just wanted to see. though he was a sweaty , ugly mess , he's grinning happy to let him watch the efforts of his labor drop from between his legs.

* 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 / @ebresos .

♚ — @ebresos ;; Eric & Siius. ❛ please don't go, i can't handle losing you too. ❜

   “Despite the pieces of your species I carry inside of me, that does not make me one of your people.” Eric stated, turning his head away from the taller man. He seems to be trying to make a habit out of surprising Eric and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. Being caught off guard once is one thing, having it happen repeatedly was starting to be rather weird and alarming. He took a breath and moved a bit against the wall, gaze sliding down to the arm that had him trapped in his own bedroom. He had just intended on showing Siius where he could sleep, he thought he would offer him his own bedroom, and now he found himself stuck in said bedroom. 

   Telling someone he doesn’t know that well not to go, what an odd request. Eric never considered himself anything special, the only thing he knew that he was without a doubt, was a monster. Because he was, without a doubt he absolutely was a monster. Yet, for some reason, apparently Siius thought that he was something important. Be it the curse within him that makes him carry part of what Siius is or something else, he isn’t entirely sure. Eric shifted around and turned his head slightly back toward Siius, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

   The words were so soft, they clearly carried a good amount of emotions, but Eric can’t say they’re returned. With everything inside of himself, with his heart buried six feet under, with the way that he was–there was just so few emotions to feel and whatever Siius was feeling–this desperation. It wasn’t returned. Very few things were returned at all when it came to all of this. With the way he was at most he felt numb, which was the feeling he had wanted when he yanked his heart out. Eric had no intention of feeling the pain and loss that came with living, the heartache that an immortal life could drag around with it. Who wants to feel those things when the world comes dragging itself at your feet dropping the worst situations at you? Ripping you apart. 

   Pain and heartache. If someone could avoid those things, wouldn’t they?

He was happy to speak about the flowers. It was a welcome respite to the duties to the kingdom. He smiled softly, plucking herbs and flowers, many of them going to be used for an arrangement for the prince behind him. He was a balm on his nerves. Just having him around did so much to soothe him. More than just for their shared romance, having his calm advice and his savvy did much to help him navigate through affairs during the days...

And then there was his warmth, his love and his touch during the night.

It was a life the princess did not know was possible, to be working toward queendom, and to have someone who knew who he was and thought nothing of it, who still wanted him despite everything. "I'm sorry I'm probably rambling aga--"

He turned to see the other on one knee, holding the ring, and his own hands failed him, dropping the basket of flowers. His hands went to his mouth, eyes wide. "Ahri-- Ahri, you...."

♚ — @ebresos ;; Satoru & Ahrien. “ why are you looking at me like that? ” 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

   Satoru had taken it upon himself to house the visiting Royalty that had ended up in his library. He, from what Satoru saw, didn’t have their currency and that made it difficult for him to get around without some assistance. And it wasn’t as if Satoru, in his old age, was hard over for money. So he had plenty to help with if he wanted to and his house, behind the Academy, had more than enough space. Though he was, more or less, living with Satoru’s books. It was a nice room, but the walls were lined with bookshelves and very old books he has collected. 

   The Prince hasn’t seemed to care though, in fact most of the time Satoru goes to check on him before he goes to bed himself, Satoru finds him reading. Ahiren seems interested in gathering as much information as he can on everything around him, and Satoru’s books give him quite a bit of that. So he enjoys reading what he can, and that is part of the reason he ended up in the library. 

   Teaching him about Abarith, about other species in general, is rather complicated for Satoru. Ahiren doesn’t understand a lot of what he tries to explain, but he wants to understand at the same time. So it tends to be a lot of sitting, chatting, and explaining over tea and meals. Satoru hasn’t shared big meals with anyone since Casimir lived with him, and though they still eat together sometimes Casimir had a life of his own now. He wasn’t as interested in sharing meals with Satoru as he used to. 

   So having someone else to cook for, as much as Satoru does cook (he can he just doesn’t like to), is an interesting development. 

   Satoru also hasn’t lived with someone who wasn’t his son or parents ever. And his guest, this Prince of the Sea of whatever he is from, is a very well built, well developed, tall, attractive man. Which is something Satoru is struggling with. He hasn’t been intimate or touched someone in well over–a couple centuries. Aside from the rare hugs he allows, with all the clothing he always has on, he hasn’t touched someone else, skin to skin, in such a long time. It’s something, especially with his curse gift that makes him hyper aware of another person.

   He dresses himself, he has a sense of clothing, Satoru hasn’t seen him naked. But he doesn’t wear a lot. Definitely not nearly as much as Satoru. Just–underwear, slippers, and this open robe that shows too much. 

   Which is what he’s looking at right now. And Ahiren has to draw attention to it for some reason. He feels like one of his teenage students who just discovered what their sexual interest was. He quickly turns his head away. 

♡ , @ebresos .

feet dipped into the natural spring by his toes , drawing back when it was obvious how cold it still was by late evening. ❝ why ’s it still so col⸻ ❞ he slipped on a mossy rock and fell right in with a loud splash. Saint came back up sputtering and shivering. ❝ hhgn , c-c-cold. thought yew said it would be warm by now ? for who ? you !! ❞ he's chittering.

   Siius wanted to meet Ceto’s best friend and he didn’t see the problem with that. He had talked about his friend, the Angel of Fate, and Siius was curious enough when he mentioned he lives with some insane people. Perhaps, one insane person would have been more accurate. Zero was their friend too, kind of, and Eric was–Eric. But, he brought the man along with him to the Manor and let himself inside easily when the door opened for him. He held it for Siius, made sure he ducked when stepping inside, and then closed it behind him. 

   Finding Adriel after that was easy, the Angel had likely sensed him when he got close and was already waiting by the door when he turned around. Dressed for outdoor weather with gardening gloves on and a sunhat, the young man tilted his head slightly at the sight of Ceto with–a man. A very tall man, very weird looking man, who was wearing a scarf in a desert. Extra weird then. He blinked and Ceto moved a bit closer, motioning toward Siius. “A friend.” 

   “Friend doesn’t give a name. He has a strange soul.” 

   “Vurnoki.” The word doesn’t come from the stranger but rather the man that had just reached the bottom of the steps silently, causing Ceto and even Adriel to start. He was so quiet for someone so tall. Eric blinked simply and then slid his gaze away toward the direction of the kitchen. “Thought they were extinct…” Reasonable assumption on his part. His father had never corrected him either, usually that means he is correct. “Is Zero still outside?” A glance toward Adriel who nodded his head once. “I’ll make tea on my own then.” 

♚ — @ebresos ;; Chyrvin & Weylin. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me".

   Chyrvin had just met this man, and now he comes around every single day to Dandelion Apothecary. It was quite endearing, even when Chyrvin wasn’t inside tending to the store he wandered around outside with him helping him collect herbs. He’s never had someone who wanted to spend so much time with him, who actively helped him collect and carry things. He was quite–happy with the arrangement, whatever it was. Weylin was kind and he was a very warm person, he enjoyed having him around. 

   And then one day they were hanging out at the Apothecary when Elijah came in. He was a very nice Werewolf, touchy and kind. He likes spending time with Chyrvin too, but is often too busy to do it. The both of them click over conversation about plants and cooking, Elijah liked a lot of the herbs that Chyrvin harvested to turn into seasonings for his food and the Pack BBQ nights. 

   He’s also a very touchy person. 

   He had hugged, nuzzled, covered his scent on Chyrvin before leaving. It was something that he always did. But the moment the Apothecary door was shut–Chyrvin found himself grabbed and pinned against the window seat that Weylin had been sitting on. Being held down, gripped so tightly, bound in place–it was a very strange place. He tried to shift around beneath him, tried to escape, and then he felt Weylin lean in close and dragging his own face across the spot Elijah had just nuzzled into. 

   The tickling feeling drew a bright laugh from him that soon caught in his throat at hearing Weylin growl and those words that were angrily muttered in his ear. Mine. Belong to me. 

♚ — @ebresos ;; Ceto & Siius. ❝ you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch. ❞

   He doesn’t remember how he got here, which was mildly alarming. Ceto’s curse doesn’t make him forget things, it simply binds him into this damn mortal body and makes him smell like death. Smelling like a corpse is the reason he doesn’t ever leave his own forest, the Apothecary that his brother built in the middle of the forest. He’s not there now though, but he’s clearly still in a forest. Was it connected to Abarith’s own or did he actually wander that far away without even realizing it? Chyrvin was going to be worried. 

   The man who found him–one of their own, he can sense it–had found him nearly head first in a river. Which Ceto also doesn’t remember doing. His hair is soaked, he’s tried to dry it himself by wringing it together. It was definitely a mess, knotted, and he’s getting frustrated at the mess it was in. He has nothing on him other than the clothes on his back and the cloak that he always wore. That was it. He doesn’t even have a hair brush on him or a clean pair of underwear. And absolutely no way home. 

   And this guy is worried about the couch.