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stuck meme

esuna off that paralysis Post toplevels, reply as usual. Hope you enjoy your quality time with your thread partner, now that you're stuck... 01. IN A CROWD — for bonus points: in a crowd, after an argument. 02. DEFENDING THE BASE — while you wait for reinforcements to arrive. Good luck! 03. ON A RAFT — or a manacutter or an airship or something, drifting towards a deserted island. 04. IN A RELATIONSHIP — that your thread partner is trying to break you out of. The relationship can be with someone else... or just your bed/pet/hobby/gambling habit. 05. IN A WAITING ROOM — while you're waiting to hear a healer/conjurer/physician/chirurgeon's assessment, and you really didn't want to run into anyone... or maybe you'd like some emotional support? 06. TRYING TO NAVIGATE — through the Ul'dahn marketplace, maybe, or Hawker's Alley, or any number of confusing Lominsan/Gridanian/Sharlayan alleyways. 07. STANDING GUARD — wherever might be applicable: outside the Rising Stones? Rowena's House of Splendors? Or maybe awkwardly in front of a bedroom with a near-stranger so that the person who hired you to keep watch can get it on inside... 08. WITH YOUR HAIR — caught in someone else's belt or leather sheath or inexplicable shoulder spike... oh, adventurers and their impractical clothing. 09. DELIVERING TERRIBLE NEWS — exactly what's on the tin. Sucks to be you. 10. DOING THE DISHES — at a restaurant where you forgot your wallet and couldn't pay the bill. 11. IN A LAKE — because this person caught you skinny-dipping and won't... go... away... 12. WAITING TO BE RANSOMED — in the actually-quite-loving care of some especially incompetent criminals. Enjoy being stuck! This meme was gently lifted off bakerstreet.

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[valhourdin]

[ Zephirin's pious Father Joacin certainly tends to one sinner's soul with tireless dedication, offering deliverance, his guidance to reach the heavens, and Zephirin is not immune to the promises murmured into his ear, nor those of Francel's fingers. He shudders again, pleasurably, with a twitch of his hips and a gasp muffled against Francel's neck. His fingers tighten on Francel's waist.

All too easily, Zephirin imagines the boy's touch bestowed upon him, be it skillful hands or eager mouth, or the embrace of Francel's thighs. Such visions alone are almost too much. Still he aches, unable to will away this carnal hunger poorly suppressed.

Though he places some distance between their bodies to recover, relinquishing his hold on Francel's waist to catch the boy's wrists in his hands once again, his gaze is fastened to Francel's enticing form. His skin flushed rosy, his plush mouth curved in a sweet smile, Francel indeed seems a beautifully rendered illustration of a saint, if one restricts himself to looking only at the boy's face. Zephirin has not done so, and he does not draw away entirely. ]

...You have given me enough. [ Persisting in denying himself Francel's care, Zephirin pins the boy's arms above his head, against the wall adjoining the bathtub. He touches their foreheads together. ] Aught more...

[ Aught more, and he might find himself insatiable, too. ]

[haillenarte]

[thus conquered by his valorous knight, francel becomes a saint upon the cross, crucified by zephirin's carnal wants — but he smiles in martyrdom, and he wants this, too. the young lord's body is relaxed and inviting and open to touch. it is a trophy to be subjugated. the soft white flesh of his slightly flexed arms would persuade any predator to sink their teeth in.

he lifts his head ever so slightly and presses his mouth against zephirin's.]

Aught more... and what?

[this close, the boy's midnight blue eyes seem framed by an infinite number of lashes, and they speak of starlight and sex.]

I see the hunger in your eyes, Zephirin...

[valhourdin]

[ Their kiss is fleeting, deceptively chaste a brush of lips ere Francel speaks scant ilms from Zephirin's mouth, warm breath ghosting across the knight's skin. Zephirin has shut his eyes — too late, concealing nothing, and the look in Francel's beckons to him. ]

I do not deny it. [ This he admits without the remorse of a penitent man at confession, preferring the truth to insisting on lies that would crush Francel's heart. ] Mayhap I would have all that you offer...

[ But Zephirin forestalls any such offer extended to him once more. Closing the gap, he hushes Francel with another kiss, one firmer than the boy's, then deeper. ]

[haillenarte]

[francel responds to zephirin's hunger with dangerous generosity, moaning softly into the kiss; the vibrations of his voice send pleasant tingles through zephirn's tongue. bereft of the ability to pull zephirin into an embrace, he settles for wrapping his legs around the man's slender hips again, humming sweetly until at last they must pull back for breath.]

I am yours for the taking, my dearest.

[he squeezes zephirin between his thighs, still smiling, love-drunk.]

All yours...

[valhourdin]

[ Francel engulfs Zephirin in his warmth anew, cleverly thwarting the knight's endeavours to resist his touch, testing Zephirin's resolve. Interlocked, their bodies rest flush against each other, and every slight movement — every breath — teases Zephirin's too-sensitive skin. Francel's hands cannot reach down, Francel's mouth merely smiles, Francel's thighs only caress Zephirin's hips, but that squeeze brings the knight's aching arousal against the smooth plane of Francel's belly.

No coherent answer forms on Zephirin's tongue. His breath catches in his throat; his fingers curl tighter around Francel's wrists as his head sinks forward, onto the boy's shoulder. He trembles now, straining to restore his composure. ]

Joacin—

[haillenarte]

Yes?

[if only francel's wrists were not pinned — he would take zephirin into his hands at once, pump him good and hard between his palms, roll his thumbs into the knight's aching cock, over and over, until it rewarded him with the sweet satisfaction of granting his beloved knight's release...

but zephirin's strong hands have rendered him helpless, and francel loves this, this sensation of helplessness. what he can do, however — now that zephirin's head is resting on his shoulder — is bend his head just enough to lick the knight's ear, now deliciously within reach —]

[valhourdin]

[ Inexplicably, it is this that proves too much.

Zephirin's ears may not be as sensitive as Francel's, but one swipe of Francel's warm tongue across his ear's tip completes the images that the boy's offers conjure — given access to all of Zephirin in kind, Francel would undoubtedly taste every ilm with unflagging eagerness. The thought has Zephirin's body in its grip. He shivers with it, holding onto Francel's arms far too tightly, as if the boy is all that keeps him afloat, the waters around them too deep. It presses a groan from him, too loud in the quiet of the baths.

Zephirin's nails leave their mark on Francel's skin ere one hand slips from the boy's wrist, blindly questing for purchase elsewhere — his composure is lost, and his hips meet Francel's, and his fingers clutch at one thigh, twitch against the plump swell of Francel's rear.

He cannot stay afloat. Drowned in Francel, his body is drained of all tension at long last, and wet warmth seeps into the spaces left between them. ]

[haillenarte]

[zephirin groans, he trembles, he spills hot seed over francel's belly — he holds francel's arms near tight enough to make the young lord's bones crack, and his nails rake raised patches of skin over the boy's thighs, but no expression crosses francel's face save that of complete and utter satisfaction.

licking his lips as though zephirin's release graced his mouth and not his chest, francel capitalizes upon zephirin's sudden loss of strength by breaking his wrists free of the knight's grip. then he wraps his arms loosely around the man's neck, humming softly, offering loving comfort alongside his addictive ecstasy.]

...Did you see the stars, my dearest? Did you feel my love?

[valhourdin]

[ The stars were at their brightest, blinding in their brilliance, and Francel was relentless in showing Zephirin the depths of his love. Their intoxicating closeness leaves the knight half slumped in Francel's arms, breaths ragged, limbs heavy. Without Francel's embrace to hold him there, he might sink down into the water.

Zephirin's eyelids flutter. He knows what he has done, but he lacks the strength to overcome his body's pleasant exhaustion — with effort, he slides his hand between Francel and himself, placing it flat against the boy's stained chest.

Beneath the scent of sex permeating the air, Francel's skin and hair still smell of flowers. ]

Joacin...

[ Zephirin murmurs the name this time, the strain gone from his voice. It takes effort once more, but he lifts his head from Francel's shoulder, looking at the boy. ]

[haillenarte]

[francel basks in this, in zephirin's exhaustion, his heaving chest, his ragged breaths. he thinks of the zephirin he met — resigned, somehow mournful, wrapped up in his fallen brethren and his wounds — and the zephirin he has now — drowned in pleasure, obscenely relaxed — yes, all this time, francel has been chasing this, zephirin's complete and total relaxation...

he shifts his arms, wrapping them over zephirin's broad shoulders. his beautiful knight smells of sweat and sin, though something sweet yet lurks beneath, and francel loves it — all of it. he breathes deep of the man's fine blond hair. for a moment he wishes that zephirin, too, was christened with multiple names, that he might have a more intimate forename to call his lover by.]

Zephirin.

[valhourdin]

...You wanted this.

[ Even the very end. In fact, Francel seems aglow with contentment, far from disappointed by the outcome of his seductions — and strangely, Zephirin feels no shame, no guilt.

As strength returns to his limbs, he takes Francel into his arms, pulling the boy closer still and into the water with him. There they sit, submerged from the shoulders down. ]

[haillenarte]

[francel giggles to be held and pulled into the water — it seems that he enjoys the sudden loss of autonomy. he sinks into the hot bath, liquefying, as if his body has been composed of suds all along, and he is melting into the water, where he will become a thin layer of francel foam.

mercifully, the bath is still warm from the fire crystals that run currents through the tub.]

I did. I wanted it very much.

[valhourdin]

How diligently you ministered to me to see it done...

[ Zephirin's oaths are broken, though the water has washed away all evidence of his shattered self-control save the tracks that his nails have left on Francel's skin. Zephirin himself wants too much, gripped by the desire to preserve this, Francel as he is, come what may — but soon they must leave this sanctuary of theirs and act as ordinary friends, and such moments will be few and far between.

Yet to move even an ilm apart, neither of them hastens towards their intimacy's end. As if one last kiss is to be their drawn out farewell, Zephirin presses his mouth against Francel's a final time. ]

[haillenarte]

[francel feels loved, ardently desired — wanted and needed in a way he has never had the pleasure of feeling before. it is violently addictive and intoxicating; he sinks into zephirin's touch as if into a bed of clouds, his head tipped back, his mind firmly on the lushness of zephirin's mouth.

for a moment, their hearts beat as one.

when at last their kiss reaches its natural end, francel seems content to bask in it for a moment, in the warmth and the water and his knight and his love. but then he — he snickers.]

You did not even let me minister to you! It was over ere I had the chance to taste you!

[valhourdin]

[ Even when this kiss ends, they linger in the water's delicious heat, their bodies still connected; Zephirin's hands have settled on Francel's waist. The knight's lips curve for Francel's teasing, but then he closes his eyes, convincingly rueful. ]

Was that not your intent? Your efforts struck me as most thorough...

[ And no less effective than any more direct ministering to him. ]

[haillenarte]

I should have liked to be more thorough. You are such a pleasure to please, Zephirin. So lovely and limp... I would make a beast of you if only I knew how.

[it is a small blessing that no one save zephirin is within earshot of francel's shameless flirting — the boy's hunger seems truly insatiable. he draws a wet finger along zephirin's carved jawline, humming quietly. when he reaches zephirin's chin, however, he sighs.]

I suppose we must wash ourselves and return to our rooms...

[valhourdin]

[ They must — yet Zephirin meets Francel's gaze with a shade of the boy's insatiable hunger, and his grip on Francel's waist tightens briefly, perhaps to resist allowing his hands to roam again or draw Francel close. He is not overfond of his body's impulses beyond his control; this is more than he has granted it in many years. Recovered, it resents his restraining himself and Francel both.

Francel has made a beast of him, this part of him, or he would not touch his fingertips to the boy's mouth, entertaining visions of filling it, even as the knowledge hangs over their heads that others might visit the baths ere long. ]

...In your imaginings, how did you mean to please me?

[haillenarte]

Hmm, with my mouth...

[as if to suggest the very acts he now describes, francel kisses the plush pad of zephirin's thumb, leering at his beloved knight with a playful smile. he, too, wraps his arms around the knight's waist.]

I would cover you with kisses from head to toe, Zephirin. I would take you into my mouth with a fervent enthusiasm you're not like to find from any other man... I would have you with all of my senses. Hear you, feel you, see you, taste you, smell you...

[valhourdin]

What of your hands?

[ What of Francel's thighs, the whole of him?

Zephirin's thumb catches upon Francel's lower lip, as if poised for a demonstration, a parting glimpse of the pleasures he declined. His other hand drifts from Francel's hip to the small of his back, fingers splayed, a near-covetousness to the gesture. ]

Know that you tempt me, Joacin, again and again.

[ And Francel will haunt him in the days to come. ]

[haillenarte]

[francel cannot resist the allure of this new temptation offered him. predictably, his lips seal around zephirin's thumb, sucking and licking, offering the knight a hint of the sensations he might experience if only he would allow the young lord unfettered access to his body. francel's lashes flutter prettily as he works, taking zephirin's thumb down to its knuckle, swirling his tongue over nailbed and plush pad alike.

he pulls away with a quiet pop of his lips.]

...If you would know of my hands, Ser Zephirin, perhaps we should continue this in bed.

[deviously, francel licks his lips, smug as a cat licking its whiskers clean of milk from the saucer.]

[valhourdin]

[ Zephirin knows, of course, that Francel's hands would minister to him from head to toe with the same fervent enthusiasm that the boy's mouth promises, but there is a strange sort of satisfaction to be found in this, too, in hearing Francel confess every detail of his fantasies. Yet again, the beast within Zephirin's heart rears its head, scenting the offering laid before it — Francel looks satisfied himself throughout his tantalizing display and as he draws back, though he has tasted nothing more than Zephirin's thumb. Zephirin holds the power to see the boy's pleasure prolonged merely by permitting his own to unfold freely.

Here, at least, he has set a precedent for such concessions. ]

...I would know of your hands, and more.

[ With that, Zephirin all but promises Francel that this day was just the beginning. His thumb, slick in the wake of Francel's attention lavished upon it, traces the curve of the boy's smile, and then he steps away, taking up the soap. ]

[haillenarte]

[at last, francel has emerged victorious. he has routed zephirin's conscience; he has forced zephirin's heart to a surrender. seduction has won the day — and the young lord is ready to claim his spoils.

but his cravings are postponed for the moment. for now, they should clean themselves before they engage in still more filth, and besides, francel likes this, this bath they are taking together. he moves to his own corner of the tub and takes up his own bar of soap, though he cannot help but allow his eyes to rove over zephirin's body.]

I would wash you with these hands, but I fear we'd never be clean.

[valhourdin]

[ A stretch of water separates them now; by focusing on themselves, they might find some reprieve from their desires and let them subside. After all, they must make their way through the manor again, back to Francel's chambers, without arousing suspicion.

Zephirin begins with his hair, rubbing his bar of soap between his palms, but Francel's remark tempts him anew, into glancing up and gazing at the boy in kind. His eyes wander along the lines of Francel's shoulders, down his back.

The knight utters a soft, wry almost-chuckle. ]

I fear the same... Yet I confess, too, that I would offer you my assistance.

[haillenarte]

...Just a little, then?

[utterly irrepressible, francel bounds closer, eager as a puppy promised treats in return for good behavior. doing his very best to maintain some level of innocence, he coyly wraps his arms around zephirin's waist; he buries his nose in the man's chest, slick with suds and the smell of soap, as he looks up at zephirin adoringly and seems to glow with bliss.

bar of soap in hand, he starts to slowly glide his palm over zephirin's toned stomach.]

I promise I can resist...

[valhourdin]

[ No, they will never be clean. Already just a little alters their resolution to wash themselves and return to their rooms; Zephirin's body knows Francel's hands too well, and their touch has become inextricably linked with pleasure. Anticipation turns his muscles taut beneath Francel's palm.

It is not the pursuit of cleanliness alone that drives Zephirin to take his bar of soap to Francel's shoulders instead of his own, to smooth the lather across the boy's skin, following his body's gentle curves, known by now to Zephirin's hands.

Thus he offers his assistance, as confessed, and consents to Francel's just a little offered. ]