swordhandled | PCs with Gerome

[ owain is not at all helping bring him back from the edge. if he had room for anything except owain in his head, he might be embarrassed at how quickly he's losing himself. he's always been methodical and collected in battle, he never imagined these traits wouldn't transfer over to any other physical acts. not that he imagined this or anything.

okay. ... much. not that he imagined this much.

ahem. it's probably understandable that by the time their pace becomes this frenzied he's almost ready to come. he's wanted this too long for anything else to happen here. as quick as all this started, he lets out a stilted and restrained moan that's more of an exhale. the sound is quiet enough that it's easy to miss. as he comes and goes limp, he slumps down against owain's body and buries his face next to owain's. when he regains his breath, he shifts enough to leave a light kiss on the side of owain's neck. ] Apologies.

[ owain himself focuses more on instinct. sword battles are quick, never drawn out. the years of training he went under honed his instincts so that he can react in the blink of an eye to whatever move his opponent would try. as it stands, owain wasn't thinking about how they had yet to remove pants, or how they could make this last longer.

no, owain instead focused more on how good everything felt, how he wanted to keep things feeling good. he knows gerome well enough to recognize that moan he releases for what it is. it's enough to drive him over the edge himself, following gerome as he comes, panting out gerome's name once more. he leans back, pulling gerome over him as his arms settle around his waist. ] Why are you apologizing?

[ well, guess he's just going to hang out here now. draping his arm over owain's shoulder and trying to organize his thoughts. ] For not lasting longer.

Not like I lasted any longer. [ he sounds very content, even if his pants are now... moist ]

... I suppose not. [ he doesn't sound like he minds. actually, his lips quirk and he seems pretty happy about it. his own pants he's less happy with but, well. make choices with the wrong head and this is what happens. ]

But, I could hardly ask for anything better for our first time uniting our bodies. [ look. this counts. they both came. it counts as sex ]

[ it totally counts as sex ] There was something intoxicating about your passion. No matter what you're doing, you're too lovely for words.

I have the person I'm most passionate about within my grasp, after all. [ nuzzles him ]

I'm glad to hear it. [ a light, happy hum. congratulations, owain, you've unlocked more noises! ]

Though, passion's not just limited to me. You, yourself, were pretty passionate, Gerome. [ !! more noises!! ]

How could I be anything else with you beneath me?

--I rather like you on top, to be honest.

[ hm. he shifts and lightly kisses the corner of owain's mouth. ] Next time as well, then.

[ kisses him back ] As many times as you want.

A courageous offer considering I won't tire of this anytime soon. [ trailing his hand down owain's side and to his pants. using his index and middle fingers to creep toward the pants button. ]

I had hoped that you wouldn't. [ shifting back slightly so Gerome can have easier access ]

Good. [ how accommodating of owain. but he actually just moves his hand past the buttons and settles it over owain's dick. ]

By the way, do you want to wash up?

--Would you care to join me if I do?

I more than care to. I prefer it.

Let's go then, you and I.

All right. [ that means getting up but. fine, fine. one last lingering kiss before he shuffles off of owain and gets up. ]

[ it's fine, time for more kisses will come soon. owain shuffles into the bathroom and feels no shame when he starts stripping off his pants in front of gerome ]

[ and he feels no shame when he leans in the doorway and watches ]

[ turning his head back so he can look at gerome. it's a bold pose ] Like what you see?

Always. Now that I've seen you like this, how am I ever to focus again? [ he sounds impossibly fond. the antics endeared him, the confidence—and the rest is a bonus. his eyes give owain another once-over before he tiptoes closer. ]

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