[ He can feel the tension of frustration in him, where his thigh rests against his shoulder. Slowly, Anduin pushes himself up further, tongue darting briefly over his own lips. ]
What is it?
[ If it's not something he can manage, they can try something else...but he has the feeling Wrathion might take it as a personal affront now that he's set himself the challenge. ]
[A lie -- but he doesn't bother trying to mask it, too busy trying to puzzle his way through what he is doing. He reattempts, this time flattening his tongue to loosen the pressure when he lowers his mouth back over his cock.
Just take it slow...and don't try too much at once.
[ It takes an admirable amount of focus to get that much out before dropping back to the sheets with a soft 'whmff', a wry smile creeping in at the corners of his mouth. ]
Not a mistake you want to make...believe me.
[ That's what he'd gotten for being too eager, he supposes. ]
[The way Anduin simply falls prone is oddly encouraging, causing the tension of frustration to relax out of his shoulders as he continues to take more of him. But Wrathion, in tune with his body as he is, becomes instantly aware when he approaches the threshhold of 'too much'.
And that is when he pulls back, saliva stringing messily from his mouth when he does. Wrathion takes a deep gulp of air, but appears otherwise unbothered.
He is more confident the third, gripping firmly as lowers himself just before that point again -- and holds, in an attempt to prove that he could.]
[ Even that far is...considerable. And a glance downward to see his lips wrapped around him, spit-slick and flush, with determination burning in those eyes--
He has to dig his nails into his own palm not to just spend then and there. There's still a groan, his leg squeezing down against his shoulder as he tries to keep from twisting against the sheets. ]
[A breath huffs out of his nose as he draws back, comfortable enough now with the limit he's found to continue pressing it. Back and forth, a steady rhythm that has saliva pooling on top of his scaled hand, which still holds firm at the base of Anduin's cock.
He can feel his own skin growing warm under the effort, combined with the body heat Anduin puts off and the soft plea he breathes outward. Had he sounded like this, when Anduin had swallowed him? He cannot remember -- but perhaps that was why he'd found it so appealing.
His cheeks hollow as he draws backwards, holding his lips at the tip of him.]
[ It's some kind of dizzying rush, watching the Black Prince set himself so ardently to this task. Even down between his thighs, the wet noises drifting up utterly obscene, he still looks every ounce the elegant, dangerous being he is.
He can't find his breath. Only enough to manage a few desperate words, the fingers still tangled in his hair giving a brief tug of warning. ]
Please...please, Wrathion, I can't--
[ It's as much warning as he can get out before he shudders, a breathless moan wrenched free as the focus fades from his eyes. ]
Instinct tells him to move when Anduin warns him, but curiosity causes him to hesitate half way into removing his mouth in time. He is like a collapsing star, and there is something about watching and hearing it happen from this angle that causes him to freeze up.
What results is the unfortunate combination of his spend coming as his mouth slips away, leaving Wrathion's face a horrible mess and the taste of salt on his tongue. He hardly has time to appreciate the taste before satisfaction and embarrassment hit him at the same time, a quiet and absurd chuckle momentarily slipping past his lips.]
[ For a moment, he doesn't notice. His eyes are shut and he's working to regain the ability to breathe normally again, thoughts spinning, each of them like a fragment of the moment frozen in time. Seconds he'll tuck away and hold close, but later. Later...
When his senses return enough to look down, he freezes. Oh. Oh. ]
I'm sorry, I...
[ Is he? The sight is utterly arresting, even as he lifts a hand to swipe his thumb across a scaled cheekbone. ]
[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
[ And of all things, a small hitched laugh escapes the blond, as he valiantly tries to swipe the mess away at least in part. ]
I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
[Any thought following that is swallowed in the ensuing kiss -- which allows Wrathion the time to fully absorb the fact that he desperately needs the washroom, even with Anduin's attempts to wipe away the mess. The thought is all-consuming, save for the tiny whisper of affection that squeezes his heart suddenly in what feels like a vicegrip.
He'll unpack that later. For now, he pulls back slightly from the kiss after a moment, glancing at what he's manage to wipe upon his hand.]
[ He'll need to clean up as well, but there is a second bathroom. He gestures Wrathion on before moving towards the edge of the bed himself, another soft shiver working through him as his feet find the carpet.
Actually, on second thought. He's going to sit here a moment and collect himself. ]
[His legs are a bit stiff from laying at an odd angle, but he eventually leverages himself out of the valley he's made in Anduin's bed. After one upward stretch that results in some limb cracking, he wanders toward the indicated direction.
Unsurprisingly, Wrathion is slow to wash up and spends much of his time combing his claws through each strand of hair that feels out of place. He takes the time to massage water through his scales until they feel as clean as when he'd started the day.
And then he must dry them out -- but he can do that with company. So, once he is satisfied with his considerably-less-disheveled appearance, he wanders back into the bedroom, towel pressed against his cheeks.]
[ By the time he's returned, Anduin's cleaned up as well. His hair has found its way back into its usual neat ponytail gathered at the nape of his neck, and his button-down had been slipped back on somewhere along the way.
Clothes had been tidily gathered and folded, Wrathion's left near the edge of the bed. Upon his return, Anduin glanced up from the small potted plants at his bedside, a smile returning swiftly to his lips before he beckoned the dragon closer. ]
I think you managed better than I did, my first time.
[It is challenging for the dragon to school his expression to something neutral when he says it, but he manages well enough. Most of his scales have receded back behind his human illusion, and there is no tail to offer Anduin any tells this time
But he does not resist the call to move closer, in spite of that. In truth, his jaw has some private protesting to do, now that he's no longer participating.]
[ Wrathion looks much more composed now, much more himself. Or at least how he's grown used to seeing him. It's hard to say what's more comfortable for him, what guise makes him feel most at home.
But he knows the image that's going to stay with him the longest. ]
Mm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ Fingers smooth across his jaw, his freshly-cleaned beard and smoother, softer skin. ]
...I'm still learning, myself. It's all new for both of us, so learning together makes as much sense as anything, I suppose.
[He would, indeed, like that. But, as a reflection to Anduin's observation about him being back to normal, he does not lean into the hand that rests at his jaw. Instead, he allows his smirk to widen slightly.]
Then I suppose there will be more such lessons in our near future, hm?
[ With one last small kiss stolen, Anduin lets his hand drop and moves instead to collect their tea cups from where they'd been abandoned. The moment's fading, but this time it doesn't feel disappointing in the ways it has in the past.
Maybe it's his own understanding of this place and the way things are. Or perhaps the way Wrathion is. But still he feels...oddly content. ]
[He scoffs, a dramatic and arrogant sound, after Anduin pulls away from the kiss. They would be forever locked in a perpetual Jihui rematch as an excuse to see one another.
As far as excuses go, it was not the worst thing.
When Anduin turns to retrieve the cups, Wrathion trades the towel for his pants, and then his shirt. Tucking everything carefully into place as if nothing had happened.
But as he turns and gathers a glimpse of the spare room, he is quickly brought back down to earth by a comment Anduin had made earlier. After a hum of thought, he glances in his direction.]
[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
[ If Wrathion thinks any part of why they wound up in the bedroom in the first place doesn't have to do with that conversation, he really is a fool. Though he'd be willing to forgive him that.
He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
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What is it?
[ If it's not something he can manage, they can try something else...but he has the feeling Wrathion might take it as a personal affront now that he's set himself the challenge. ]
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[A lie -- but he doesn't bother trying to mask it, too busy trying to puzzle his way through what he is doing. He reattempts, this time flattening his tongue to loosen the pressure when he lowers his mouth back over his cock.
It is a smoother process the second time around.]
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[ It takes an admirable amount of focus to get that much out before dropping back to the sheets with a soft 'whmff', a wry smile creeping in at the corners of his mouth. ]
Not a mistake you want to make...believe me.
[ That's what he'd gotten for being too eager, he supposes. ]
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And that is when he pulls back, saliva stringing messily from his mouth when he does. Wrathion takes a deep gulp of air, but appears otherwise unbothered.
He is more confident the third, gripping firmly as lowers himself just before that point again -- and holds, in an attempt to prove that he could.]
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He has to dig his nails into his own palm not to just spend then and there. There's still a groan, his leg squeezing down against his shoulder as he tries to keep from twisting against the sheets. ]
Wrathion, please...
[ Please stop? Slow down? Don't stop? He isn't sure. ]
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He can feel his own skin growing warm under the effort, combined with the body heat Anduin puts off and the soft plea he breathes outward. Had he sounded like this, when Anduin had swallowed him? He cannot remember -- but perhaps that was why he'd found it so appealing.
His cheeks hollow as he draws backwards, holding his lips at the tip of him.]
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He can't find his breath. Only enough to manage a few desperate words, the fingers still tangled in his hair giving a brief tug of warning. ]
Please...please, Wrathion, I can't--
[ It's as much warning as he can get out before he shudders, a breathless moan wrenched free as the focus fades from his eyes. ]
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Instinct tells him to move when Anduin warns him, but curiosity causes him to hesitate half way into removing his mouth in time. He is like a collapsing star, and there is something about watching and hearing it happen from this angle that causes him to freeze up.
What results is the unfortunate combination of his spend coming as his mouth slips away, leaving Wrathion's face a horrible mess and the taste of salt on his tongue. He hardly has time to appreciate the taste before satisfaction and embarrassment hit him at the same time, a quiet and absurd chuckle momentarily slipping past his lips.]
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When his senses return enough to look down, he freezes. Oh. Oh. ]
I'm sorry, I...
[ Is he? The sight is utterly arresting, even as he lifts a hand to swipe his thumb across a scaled cheekbone. ]
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[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
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I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
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[Any thought following that is swallowed in the ensuing kiss -- which allows Wrathion the time to fully absorb the fact that he desperately needs the washroom, even with Anduin's attempts to wipe away the mess. The thought is all-consuming, save for the tiny whisper of affection that squeezes his heart suddenly in what feels like a vicegrip.
He'll unpack that later. For now, he pulls back slightly from the kiss after a moment, glancing at what he's manage to wipe upon his hand.]
If you might allow me...
[Before it dries in his beard.]
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[ He'll need to clean up as well, but there is a second bathroom. He gestures Wrathion on before moving towards the edge of the bed himself, another soft shiver working through him as his feet find the carpet.
Actually, on second thought. He's going to sit here a moment and collect himself. ]
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Unsurprisingly, Wrathion is slow to wash up and spends much of his time combing his claws through each strand of hair that feels out of place. He takes the time to massage water through his scales until they feel as clean as when he'd started the day.
And then he must dry them out -- but he can do that with company. So, once he is satisfied with his considerably-less-disheveled appearance, he wanders back into the bedroom, towel pressed against his cheeks.]
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Clothes had been tidily gathered and folded, Wrathion's left near the edge of the bed. Upon his return, Anduin glanced up from the small potted plants at his bedside, a smile returning swiftly to his lips before he beckoned the dragon closer. ]
I think you managed better than I did, my first time.
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[It is challenging for the dragon to school his expression to something neutral when he says it, but he manages well enough. Most of his scales have receded back behind his human illusion, and there is no tail to offer Anduin any tells this time
But he does not resist the call to move closer, in spite of that. In truth, his jaw has some private protesting to do, now that he's no longer participating.]
It helps to have a patient teacher.
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But he knows the image that's going to stay with him the longest. ]
Mm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ Fingers smooth across his jaw, his freshly-cleaned beard and smoother, softer skin. ]
...I'm still learning, myself. It's all new for both of us, so learning together makes as much sense as anything, I suppose.
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Then I suppose there will be more such lessons in our near future, hm?
[He is not upset about that prospect.]
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[ With one last small kiss stolen, Anduin lets his hand drop and moves instead to collect their tea cups from where they'd been abandoned. The moment's fading, but this time it doesn't feel disappointing in the ways it has in the past.
Maybe it's his own understanding of this place and the way things are. Or perhaps the way Wrathion is. But still he feels...oddly content. ]
I do expect a rematch, after all.
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As far as excuses go, it was not the worst thing.
When Anduin turns to retrieve the cups, Wrathion trades the towel for his pants, and then his shirt. Tucking everything carefully into place as if nothing had happened.
But as he turns and gathers a glimpse of the spare room, he is quickly brought back down to earth by a comment Anduin had made earlier. After a hum of thought, he glances in his direction.]
Your submissive -- will he be moving in with you?
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[ Wrathion hadn't just asked to be curious. Carefully holding the cups in hand, he pauses on his way to the door, glancing back. ]
He'd be here now and then, but I can make sure he's out before you come over.
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[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
[Because: obviously.]
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It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
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[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
Whenever you are ready.
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He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
Perhaps next week. Should we find the time.
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