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╰┈➤ ❝ [ ❝ i need you inside me, please, i can’t wait anymore. ❞ ] ❞
terence very carefully hooked one of dion's legs over his shoulder, eyes meeting his lover's as the head of his cock pressed up against the prince's hole. "you have always been a bit too impatient, dion." he was never formal with his prince in bed, which didn't mean he was any less respectful, but he wanted to create an intimate moment, since both were very much on the same wavelength. he belonged to dion as much as dion belonged t him. "but i shall not make you wait." it was nothing more than a whisper against the other's lips as he coaxed himself inside, thick inch by inch entering the prince.
when his balls were pressed up against dion's hips, terence stopped moving, pressing kisses to the other's face before eventually catching the prince's lips in a very passionate lips locking session, tongue playfully being pushed into the other's mouth to dance with dion's. when his love was distracted enough, he started to move; slowly at first before gradually picking up the pace.
he, too, was not the most patient lover.
When this is all over I shall have Harbard send for a gift basket. You have my regards.
💋 (also random as heck but. would u consider. urianger & asc2 lKASJFLK)
ill consider urianger/anyone i need this elf kissed its healthy for me
Asclepius has an odd air to him. It's not... placid, per se, but it's a comfortable sort of strangeness that Urianger finds compelling. It makes it fine for some sort of dalliances when no one else is bothering to pay attention. He'll deal with hanging about the ocean if it's to bother Asclepius.
Thankfully that is not the current price he needs to pay, though. Urianger splays his fingers gently over Asclepius's cheek, trailing over the divot of his scar. He likes the texture, slight shift and roughness on Asclepius's cheek. He tilts the other's face up with a soft push and kisses him, exploratory. It's not the first time he's done this, but he's also usually not quite so forward about it. He forgets himself.
"Forgive me, before I hath even greeted thee." Said quietly against skin. It's fine, he hopes, Urianger just wants... something. This variety of contact. It's been a while, relatively. "I hope thou doth not mind...?" Both that Urianger is forward for once, but also that Asclepius would not mind indulging him. Maybe loneliness is the word for it.
"You yourself are a Blight on this household!"
His Mother had warned him of the words of the man that was more snake than person. She had told him Bahamut himself was the only thing keeping him human, that this man was hatred made manifest, and that he would come for his head someday.
All because of envy.
In fact, his little toy had warned him of the same thing. Do not trust your brother, instead defend yourself from him. Fight that overwhelming light with your own light... Do not let him win. He had been told all of this and yet, he had wanted to connect. Despite that, the moment he approached, he was attacked with words that wound even a small child like him.
Everyone knew of the Blight, everyone knew of the damage... and being compared to it, well... To say it broke the little boy's heart was an understatement. But his mother had told him to be strong, to be ready. And so, he all but glares at his so-called big brother -- Brother Dearest, as he liked to call him.
"Am I truly the Blight? Or the one spewing darkness, trying to tear mother and father apart? The one that always stirs their peace, who chooses to say harmful words before anything else... The Blight has no mercy, willing to trample ally and enemy alike to fulfill its purpose; just like you. Bahamut is surely ashamed of you, like Great Greagor has been."

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Even years long past the conclusion of the wars, bodies washing upon the shore are still common enough an occasion that few questions arise. Seldom is the presence of a royal personage required, thus is must have been an oddity indeed for the squire that’d come to their doorstep that morning, breathless and drenched in sweat. For the sake of his wife, already burdened enough with her duties, he’d spoken privately to the youth and was escorted away with the shores south of their home.
No corpse would be cause for concern, but he supposes a body still living is another matter. It must have been some time since their strange visitor had been found for while appearing somewhat bedraggled, he was at least dry and dressed in no doubt borrowed garb.
“Thou art fortunate indeed to still draw breath for ever how long thou hath floated amongst the waters. For how placid these lakes are still are there all manner of ravenous creatures that lurk beneath the surface that would make a short meal of thee.” He looms over the poor man, no doubt no more than a dark shadow against the pale sun. “I am Radagon, consort to Queen Rennala. Thou art…?” ⸻ @swerte