#peerlessparamours

There was such a difference in this moment when compared to so many of their engagements. Usually, it followed the rush of a battle, or training until they were both covered in sweat. This? This was a moment stolen ebtween the rush. Reaching out, it was easy enough to take Percy's hand. Fingers slowly shifting until he could slip his own between the younger's. Draw him in closer by the point of contact.

Geralt stalked through town, ignoring the eyes that followed him. He was a witcher, a rare breed with a less-than-noble reputation. He was looking for a few items before he left for his next adventure, which was why he was currently approaching a young boy clad in the colors of the mapmakers. "Hey, you. kid." He reached out, grabbing the strap of the other's bag, so that he could tug him closer. "I need a map. I can pay whatever cost you require." He didn't release the other. He was used to people running from him, even when they didn't need to. It was easier to deny the other a chance to run. It was rare for Geralt to need the services of others, but his mission was too important to end up lost in the woods. He didn't like it, but he needed something the boy could offer and he'd do whatever it took to get it.

It's hard, finding words for the feelings beneath the surface. He'd grown to avoid forming connections. A mindset dedicated to the hunt of a target, removal of that target, and then move on to the next. Not to be a person, but a weapon. An arrow in anothers bow, to be pointed and fired. Not... Not touched in the way Airyn was right now. The warmth of that palm against his chest. A rough breath, leaning his head forward a little until he could press it to Airyn's shoulder.

↳ for airyn tesseryn or sir alistir mastbrook

he hadn't known the other man for long, the half-elf didn't often have the luxury of making lasting friends, but something about this one felt different. which, really, was just a fancy way to say the usually independent ranger that liked to pretend he never thought of anyone else couldn't stop thinking about him; about how he spoke; about how he smiled; about how he looked, and how he smelled. the dreams ashwyne was having of him were becoming a bit too consuming, though he would never admit to it. moving through their home, looking for something he could borrow that would smell of them-- that would sate him for a night or two-- the half-elf stopped in his tracks, a pair of their undergarments sticking out of the bag hanging from his shoulders, as he noticed something on their wall. something they shouldn't have had.

all logic leapt out the window as he reached out and pulled his mother's sword from the notches it was being held in on the wall. he could have bought it at a market, ashwyne's mother was taken from him years ago so it was likely someone had sold her things by now; or it could have been given as a gift, simply well crafted sword without the man ever understanding what the spider lily on the pommel meant. either of those would have made perfect sense and yet as the man came home and found the half-elf rifling through his things neither of those possibilities came to mind. "where did you get this?" he questioned, his posture tensed, as he slowly turned to face the other man; his hand tight around the grip of his late elven mother's sword. "why do you have this?"

pairing 01. Airyn & Seife

Seife can clearly see the boy is following him around like a puppy. He enjoys the attention and he even convinces the party to allow Airyn to join their trip. As they leave town and Seife show off a little his powerful magical skills, he can't help but touch the boy. At first, friendly. But as the nights continue and the road keeps growing longer, his touches grow more daring and soon he is touching Airyn's bulge, feeling up his cock and smiling a very dirty smile full of promises.

pairing 02. Airyn and Fargus

Fargus take a liking to the Hermit and so, he decides to take Airyn as a new toy. At first, his dominating side puts the two at odds, but as time goes, not being able to stop himself, he starts submitting to Airyn, falling so hard that he is willing to do anything for someone he considers to be less than he. The true moment where the tables turn is when he kneels down in front of his prisoner and begs Airyn to come to bed with him that night so they can make love, something he has never ever though of doing when he is fucking his many toys.

pairing 03. Airyn and Dalvin

"come here and be a good boy now, fortune teller."

Seife could feel his desire as a line or a bond, tying himself to Min. Such a handsome lad, no, handsome was not the right word. Pretty. There was a softness to his looks, to the way his eyes lingered on Seife. The mage spread his legs a little wider. The cotton breeches he wore made no resistance against the growing hard on in his bulge. It pushed the cloth, tenting it up. Seife gave the other man a smirk.

"Free me?" the Assassin snorts as he shortens the distance between him and the Vintner in one quick, fluid motion. His face is barely an inch away from the Duke's, eyes burning with deep resentment behind them. "Is this what you call Freedom, William? Being at your mercy and the constant reminder of my debt?" he growls at the other, nostrils flaring before he pulls away, only then realizing he had unsheathed his daggers. As he puts the blades back in the leather wrappings, he avoids the man's gaze for a moment, eventually simply eyeing him through the corners of his eyes. "You're pushing your luck"