"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?"
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: 2021-02-12 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.