"Hello! You've reached Even Immolzeth. I apologize for not answering right away; I'm sure I'm doing something terribly distracting. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, let me know who you are and leave a message?"
"Ah!" Zechs hadn't been expecting that - for all that Even appeared, he was a little mischievous and perhaps crafty, but he wasn't beastly or especially aggressive, much of the time. Intelligent, though, terribly clever - enough to make a few clever little assumptions on what would help get Zechs off.
So the bruising bite and terrible yank made him shout, moaning in pleasure as Even pulled him off in earnest. Zechs' arms moved to grab at Even's back - encouraging, holding him closer, not pulling away. It's an intense sucker-punch, sexually speaking, and Zechs felt too overwhelmed to be embarrassed that it might be over pretty quickly at this rate.
There's no room for embarrassment in either of them, Even feeling a stab of relief and gratification that he's guessed so thoroughly right. That could have broken bad, and although he had been fairly sure it wouldn't... well. Better to be absolutely so.
He growls and pumps Zechs hard, arching into the arms around him. He keeps growling, shifts the spot he's biting in order to leave another mark for Zechs to admire and remember him by later. He may have won their little competition, but it's given Even the excuse to do this, so really, who's won here in the long run?
His tail lashes as he works the taller man's cock like he means it, pumping long, furious strokes along that proud shaft at a pace fit to wreck him.
It really felt like a tie, at this exact moment - especially when, as Even bit down hard to create a second livid bruise on Zechs' throat - he completely fell apart, coming hard with an incoherent cry. He twisted a little in Even's hold, bruising himself further, while his hands clung on. With denial followed by such sudden intensity, it was bright and brilliant, leaving him shuddering a bit in Even's hold.
Afterward, completely uncaring of the fantastic mess that he'd made between them - Zechs would try and catch his breath, limbs feeling heavy, mind blissfully and thankfully for a moment silent.
Even himself is feeling bright, shaky, a little overwhelmed: that had been a fireworks of a climax, brought on at least in part by the rough treatment, and therefore apparently a confirmation of everything Zechs had hinted at, implied and outright told him. It cements the reality of those claims very viscerally.
He releases Zechs immediately when the man's peak seems to be completely waned, steeling himself at the sight of those bruises... and finding himself looking up at the blissful expression on Zechs' face instead.
Lowering himself, panting, next to the other man, he scoots up so that he can nose against his friend's hair, bring a hand up to touch his face. Afterglow and a kind of feeling of responsibility make him want to offer tenderness, though ironically he doesn't know Zechs well enough to go full-tilt on that so he settles for a palm on the man's cheek.
"You're well?" he murmurs, after some moments have passed.
“Mm,” Zechs hummed, a content sort of sound, but made himself open his eyes. He wasn’t feeling as out of it as he could’ve been, but he still felt a little disconnected, somehow. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”
Even’s skin was very warm, comfortingly so - but he shivered slightly in the cool air away from him. “It’s chilly.”
That -- that's an easy fix. It's comforting to hear that kind of honeyed, slow relief in Zechs' tone, and he wants to support that feeling, his own afterglow buoying his affection.
"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
"It's appreciated," Zechs murmured, as he's getting cleaned up. And he meant that - he'd tolerate being quite filthy, especially after hard work - or play - but appreciated being clean much more. He sighed in contentment as the blanket was spread around him, the blood-hot body of his friend beside him. Quickly eliminated any sort of chill.
Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
Even chortles, low and warm, and tucks in against his friend. Let him toughly disdain the notion of feather beds and softnesses; Even will stealthily be the softness beside him, and offer the comfort that he may not need but that surely must feel good after all that came before.
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Date: 2021-02-09 05:37 am (UTC)So the bruising bite and terrible yank made him shout, moaning in pleasure as Even pulled him off in earnest. Zechs' arms moved to grab at Even's back - encouraging, holding him closer, not pulling away. It's an intense sucker-punch, sexually speaking, and Zechs felt too overwhelmed to be embarrassed that it might be over pretty quickly at this rate.
"Fuck -" Zechs cursed, "please, nearly -"
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Date: 2021-02-10 02:17 am (UTC)He growls and pumps Zechs hard, arching into the arms around him. He keeps growling, shifts the spot he's biting in order to leave another mark for Zechs to admire and remember him by later. He may have won their little competition, but it's given Even the excuse to do this, so really, who's won here in the long run?
His tail lashes as he works the taller man's cock like he means it, pumping long, furious strokes along that proud shaft at a pace fit to wreck him.
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Date: 2021-02-12 04:46 am (UTC)Afterward, completely uncaring of the fantastic mess that he'd made between them - Zechs would try and catch his breath, limbs feeling heavy, mind blissfully and thankfully for a moment silent.
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Date: 2021-02-16 02:02 am (UTC)He releases Zechs immediately when the man's peak seems to be completely waned, steeling himself at the sight of those bruises... and finding himself looking up at the blissful expression on Zechs' face instead.
Lowering himself, panting, next to the other man, he scoots up so that he can nose against his friend's hair, bring a hand up to touch his face. Afterglow and a kind of feeling of responsibility make him want to offer tenderness, though ironically he doesn't know Zechs well enough to go full-tilt on that so he settles for a palm on the man's cheek.
"You're well?" he murmurs, after some moments have passed.
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Date: 2021-02-16 02:40 am (UTC)Even’s skin was very warm, comfortingly so - but he shivered slightly in the cool air away from him. “It’s chilly.”
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Date: 2021-02-16 09:28 pm (UTC)"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
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Date: 2021-02-16 10:09 pm (UTC)Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
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Date: 2021-02-17 02:45 am (UTC)What an interesting, lovely afternoon.