swiftlet | HADRIEL 16 JAN | NSFW

HADRIEL 16 JAN | NSFW

He hadn't expected the fight to end in a roon, but at least it was better than both more yelling and going to bed alone and angry. Maybe it meant that they were making up, or maybe they were just putting off dealing with the real problems. Oh well. They'd started the avalanche and now it was too late to stop it.

After another moment he did climb into Seel's lap, straddling him on his knees and leaning down to keep sharing his breath. They should have done this sooner, but at least it was happening now. Better late than never. And he did have to admit, it was much better than fighting. Although that didn't necessarily mean that one or the other of them wouldn't end up sore.

He let his hands wander, too, under Seel's clothing, though he teased him and didn't remove any yet. They'd get to that part later.

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Swift almost laughed seeing the effect he had on Seel, but instead he pressed a soft kiss behind Seel's ear and then pulled back again to grin down at him for half a breath before he leaned down to catch Seel's lips with his own again. He could roon a hundred other hara and he'd still crave the way Seel tasted, the way it made him feel to be with him. Maybe that was Thiede's magic, but he didn't care. It was a wonderful feeling to be so in love and he wasn't going to spend time opining on where it came from when it ultimately didn't matter.

Slowly and still teasing, he slid his hands down Seel's chest and then underneath his shirt, over his skin, and back up to pull the fabric over his head. Slightly better, but he still wanted to tease so he played with Seel's pants instead once he'd thrown the shirt onto the floor, . He shifted his hips at Seel's touches over his skin, finnally beginning to be annoyed by how much fabric he was still wearing. Hopefully Seel would fix that soon.

Seel wasn't sure what made Swift so perfect. Was it Thiede's mental mindgames, was it the love they built from it? Was Swift just what humans called his soulmate? Did it really matter? Either way, Swift felt amazing, his lips on his skin, his fingers on his chest. Why had he wanted to smoke anyway? This was so much better. He had to fight to focus his eyes, almost blissed out with pleasure and they hadn't even started yet. His breath came in short, shallow pants. He sucked in a long one as Swift removed him of his shirt, his soume-lam clenching.

He dipped down, catching Swift's breath and jerking his hips up slightly against him, his own hands following suit underneath Swift's shirt. He played with his skin a little, moving in teasing motions before divesting him of it. It landed somewhere. Seel honestly didn't care at the moment. Aruna was never this good without Swift....

That was already much better, but there was still too much fabric as far as Swift was concerned. So he set about fixing that, running his hands down Seel's chest and sliding them underneath Seel's pants, and, finding that he was already soume, pausing to play with him for a moment, remorselessly winding Seel up, knowing that he would pay for it later.

He pulled back from Seel's lips, too, to tease some more, with another impish grin down at him, daring him to go ahead and try to give him what he deserves for this.

Seel's hips rocked against Swift's fingers. Ag, he was married to a monster. A growl escaped his lips, Swift pulling back, winding him up without mercy. He half wondered if anyhar had ever died from arousal, and was glad Swift could get his hands inside his pants considering how wet he was. Seel was almost worried his clothing was going to be stuck to him. He spread his legs more as best he could with Swift on top of him.

Turn about being fair play, and because if he didn't get Swift's pants off soon he was going to stick his own fingers inside himself and make Swift wait, he unbuttoned the har's pants and pulled them down as best he could. Seel wrapped his fingers around Swift's ouana-lim, playing with the petals and squeezing.

Guess Law was right? Seel didn't care about smoking at the moment.

Of course Seel would take him up on that unspoken challenge. He'd expected it, though he still gasped when Seel grabbed hold of him in return. Apparently Seel hadn't entirely lost his mind yet. He'd have to try harder. Not that there was much else he could do besides draw it out even more, tease and torture and toy with Seel until he couldn't stand it anymore. Except now that Seel had his hands on him too, he'd pay for it. But he was enjoying it so far and he'd gotten himself into this mess. A rather enjoyable mess, at least.

He leaned down again and pressed his lips to the skin of Seel's neck and tried not to scream, running his teeth over Seel's skin where his neck met his shoulder, moaning softly at the feeling of Seel's hands on him, wanting desperately to just plunge in already but as long as Seel had his grip, he couldn't. Seel probably knew that too and was doing it on purpose. So he kept teasing Seel, too, fingers inside him, refusing to share breath, focusing on marking him with his teeth.

He knew how to play, sometimes.

Seel was working himself against Swift's fingers, muscles clenching and hips moving, as Swift teased him with his fingers. His eyes rolled back slightly, and he let out a moan, loving Swift's teeth on him. Seel still had some of his faculties but not much, enough that he wanted to touch Swift, loving the feeling of his hands on him, but not enough to realize that it was preventing him from also getting what he wanted, Swift inside him. Or that they would probably have to move somewhat. His chesnari was working him expertly, knowing all his spots and Seel hoped he had the vague sense to do the same to him. It had been so long since Swift had touched him. He was so much better than anyhar else. He'd say it was just 30 years of experience with the same har, but it had been this way since the beginning.

He squeezed and worked at Swift, teasing and heightening pleasure. He whimpered against Swift's fingers, rocking against them as best he could. Dammit Swift, this was just what he needed. You were the best for him.

They were both ramping each other up without offering any relief for the tension they were building on purpose, driving each other crazy because they could. One day Seel was going to lose his mind, driven wild by Swift's teasing. Whether or not Swift would see him again after that remained to be seen. For now at least he believed that Seel would come back, if only to make Swift roon him senseless again. He wasn't that hard to figure out.

Swift was tying to remember to breathe but it was getting harder to remember the longer this went on. It was getting to the point of unbearable and they hadn't even gotten to the best part. Swift, at least, was getting impatient for that, bu he was also loathe to pull Seel's hands off of him. And Seel seemed to be enjoying himself, which was by itself a marked improvement from earlier in the evening.

He could at least try to make Seel do what he wanted--what they doubtless both needed right now. He withdrew his fingers from inside Seel and pressed his lips directly to Seel's again, sharing breath, getting more and more desperate ad hoping Seel could taste it.

Seel had been working himself against Swift's fingers and protested a little at their removal. Feeling Swift's lips against him, he opened himself up, accepting what Swift gave of himself. He was desperate, they both were. He felt his fingers fall away, one hand on Swift's shoulder. He needed this, he was so much better when you were here Swift. He missed you touching him, pulling him back, grounding him. It was too hard when he was alone. At least for this long. Seel only hoped Swift felt some of those things too, despite not having been apart for as long as it had been for Seel.

Swift tasted so sweet and familiar, something he'd missed and been without for so long he almost forgotten the taste and scent. And then it was back and as beautiful and comforting and safe as it had ever been.

Seel whined a little under Swift, as wanting as aroused as he was, no thanks to his chesnari's teasing fingers. He didn't think he could talk, you'd finally done it Swift.

Swift didn't even bother to wait once he was free of Seel's hands, slamming into him with a soft cry against Seel's lips. They'd both ramped each other up far higher than he'd intended and it felt fantastic to finally be inside Seel--not only because the teasing was unbearable, but also because he'd needed the comfort for days and they hadn't managed to make it farther than a fight until now. He could hope that this would curb them for a few days, but he was also not naive enough to actually believe that it would. He'd take what he could get now, though.

He knew exactly what effect he was having on Seel--the noises he was hearing Seel make told him that. He rocked his hips against Seel's, taking his time, still teasing him for as long as he could. They'd earned some time together and he was going to try to make it last as long as possible, even if he may have already gotten ahead of himself. Oh well.

His hands danced over Seel's bare skin, teasing even more because he could and knowing that he was going to pay for it later. At least he'd finally managed to make it to this point without dying from the sheer anticipation of it.

Seel let out an unabashed moan when Swift slammed into him. The first thrust was always the best, feeling him fill that ache inside him, petals scraping against sikras Swift has teased and aroused until he'd been almost nothing else. His soume-lam clamped down, seizing him and Seel rocked his hips against him, loving the feeling of Swift's hardness inside his soft wetness. Why had they waited so long? If Swift played his cards right, or rather, his hips, he might find Seel in quite a better mood for the next few days. He was doing a damn good job so far.

He tilted his hips up slightly off the couch, spreading his legs as far apart as he could manage to give Swift more space. Space he wasn't taking as he teased and rocked against him. His muscles quivered, caught up in delight Swift was causing, playing with him. Seel's hands gripped his back, hands clenching and pawing at his skin. The noises that escaped Seel's mouth unrepentant and loud. He came back briefly into himself, remembering what to do with his muscles, milking Swift to tease him just the same. Ag, he felt so good.

Swift gasped, trying to get some air back and failing as Seel's grip on him tightened and Swift moved with him, taking full advantage of the space Seel gave him to get a better angle and continuing to move back and forth, keeping the pace slow on purpose, hoping to tease even more, drag out Seel's pleasure, and maybe torture him a little. He deserved it, but the game was fun, too, the riling each other up until they were both strung up tightly with the tension before it released all at once. He'd appreciate it later. For now it was just amusing to wind him up.

And he was unmerciful about it, too, continuing to play with him, using deliberate shallow strokes, taking as much time as possible. He wasn't going to let this end easily, and he was certain that Seel would end up frustrated, but that only added to the feeling. They knew each other too well to keep doing the same dance. He pressed his lips to Seel's once again and shared breath with him, letting him see Swift's amusement and enjoyment. How had it taken them this long to get to this?

Seel let out a long whine as Swift purposefully toyed with him, breath hitching. He tried to draw in more, breath, his ouana-lim, did it even matter? And then Swift would pull back only to push into him again slow and shallow. He enjoyed torturing him. His unrestrained moans were cut short as Swift pressed his lips to his, his breath was sweet. Seel shared himself in turn, if it wasn't obvious how much he was enjoying this. Swift's way was so much better. It was nice to have this again, even as gentle as Cal could be when he wasn't tearing you apart, he wasn't Swift. He didn't play with Seel's body the same way. But perhaps that came love, not just lust, the ability to string your chesnari to heights. It wasn't just physical, or as much as any aruna could be.

Seel moved his hips against him, trying to get more sensation as Swift pulled back deliberately. He raked fingertips lightly against his chest. Why did he bother to fight with Swift? What they had was so much better. He was thankful for the dust storm outside. They had all the time in the world and if anyone buzzed him on the comm device he was going to smash it to bits. He pressed himself closer to Swift, if at all possible, trying to mesh their bodies together and force Swift to go faster, harder, further. Anything.Or just keep doing what you were doing. Seel didn't think he could voice a complaint right now.

Swift might have laughed at Seel's reactions, the soft and not-so-soft sounds he was making while Swift continued to tease him. He should probably stop that, but he was enjoying it too much, drawing those moans from him with each thrust. He loved that he could play Seel so well, pulling on strings and making him writhe underneath him. Seel was always the best for him. He would always believe that. Maybe hat was part of the problem--or entirely something that Thiede had pulled, but he didn't care. He'd have given anything for another moment like this with the har he loved.

He gave in to Seel's insistence, pushing harder and deeper, matching pace and hopefully giving him some of the relief he was looking for. A little sooner for it, anyway, now that he was done toying with him for now. He had to break away from Seel's lips to try to catch his breath, but when that didn't come either, he let out a soft cry of his own, moaning far more quietly than Seel but still loudly enough to be heard. He couldn't help it, really. Seel had a way of doing that to him.

Whatever you do Swift, just don't stop. He missed the sounds you could pluck from him, the sharing as he heard that soft moan from the body above him. There was always something special about aruna with Swift, it fed his soul more than any other har could. It probably was masterminded by Thiede, but he didn't care. It was a wonderful side effect. He let out another moan, louder than the first as Swift gave into his insistence, feeling him thrust in harder, deeper. Oh Ag it was wonderful. Why did he ever bother fighting with him when they could just do this? His muscles quivered, his neck and chest arching softly. He couldn't catch his breath. Swift was doing wonderful things to him.

He squeezed him harder, pulsating his muscles, hoping to give Swift some of that lovely feeling he was, trying to match him for tightness as he pushed in harder. He was going to make you moan again Swift. He bent his lips to his shoulder, licking his way up the soft skin to his neck, hips pushing down against him.

He couldn't help himself and let out another soft cry, desperately pressing his body against Seel's, finished teasing and trying now to finish it, bring both of them the pleasure he'd been denying. Seel overwhelmed him, pulling him closer, flexing around him, making him need more. He lost his breath again and had to try hard to get it back while he continued to rock his hips against Seel's, pushing even deeper only to pull back so he could thrust back in again. He might almost have forgotten that they were stuck in a place that might as well have been hell. Seel had a way of doing that to him.

Seel had likewise lost himself to Swift and the wonderful things Swift was doing to him. They could have been anywhere and Seel wouldn't have remembered, cognizant of only Swift. He let himself indulge in Swift, the feeling of his petals pressing and moving against sikras as he thrust into him. He tried to spread his legs further open, shaking and shuddering at the feeling of Swift working inside him. He clawed at Swift, letting out sounds both loud and soft. He would have moaned his name, pleaded, but he was far past that point.

Swift couldn't hold back any longer--he pushed in one last time, feeling himself finally drawn over the edge and crying out softly again as it all finished and waiting for a moment to come back to himself before he rolled off and out of Seel, laying next to him in silence for another moment to catch his breath. He threw one arm over Seel's chest so he could still be touching him, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

It took a long few additional moments before he trusted himself to speak.

"We waited far too long for that."

Seel was so close, he could feel himself teetering and didn't want to go over, but he knew it had to end. The serpents tongue shot out and stung, biting a sikra and Seel couldn't stop himself. He shuddered and clenched, crying out as Swift filled him and then it was over, leaving him to try and catch up with his own breath and remember how to breathe. Seel wished Swift would have stayed inside him a little longer but at least he was next to him. His own hand went up to catch the one resting on his chest, and squeezed.

"Why didn't we do that the moment I saw you?"

He almost said because somehar was enjoying being an ass, but managed to bite his tongue before it came out and sighed contentedly instead util he could get hold of his tongue. He let his eyes drift closed for a moment, too, and smiled feeling Seel grab hold of his hand. It was lovely, lying next to him. They really shouldn't have waited as long as they had, but maybe that helped a little, too. He couldn't really say.

"I don't know. But maybe I should have jumped on you the moment I got here.]

"I wouldn't have said no. I can never say no to you." He smiled lazily at Swift, loving the idea of him next to him. Ag, they were stuck here but at least they had each other. He knew he might feel bad about it later, both being stuck here, but, despite everything, it was still nice. Comforting. And damn pleasurable. Seel's eyes fluttered closed momentarily, enjoying the wonderful calmness that always followed.

"You know, I don't want a cigarette. Maybe Law was right." He smirked and leaned over to look at him. "You want to roon me everytime I crave a cigarette?"

That depended entirely on how well Seel was behaving at the time, but Swift laughed and kissed Seel's cheek. "I'll see what I can do." How often Seel needed it, too. He doubted he could keep up with every craving Seel had. That by itself was a monumental undertaking and Swift knew he didn't have he stamina or that. He doubted there was anyhar alive who did.

"I'll do my best. You'll probably wear me out."

Seel grinned at the thought. " I think I told Law the same thing. Although I can't remember what his response was." Not that it mattered. "I'd like to try though. Wearing you out. It sounds like an excellent way to spend our time, don't you think?" Just the two of them, trapped in a room, getting to know each other again. It could be so much worse.

"Looking back on it now, I can't believe I actually did that. What I bargained in order to get cigarettes." He shook his head, it seemed like another har, right now. Even though he knew it wasn't, and sooner or later he'd get that craving again and start considering it. " I don't even remember why I started here. If it was Pell or Cal who offered the cigarette. " Well that wasn't true. He didn't remember the first time. The second time, after he 'quit', he remembered Cal giving him one. Of course, it was always Cal.

"I can certainly think of worse ways to spend it." And if they were stuck in the house rooning all the time, maybe they could pretend that it wasn't in an actual hell away from the rest of their people. Maybe they could try and make up for the lack of other hara by just rooning each other senseless. And if it helped Seel with the cigarettes, that was just a plus.

"I'm sure there are other things we'll need to do, though. That involve leaving the house." Things like walking at all. Or getting more food from somewhere. Those sorts of little things. He half wanted to ask what Seel had bargained for cigarettes, but if Seel had wanted to share, he would have, and Swift wasn't entirely certain that he would have liked the answer.

"Those little nagging things that Bryony and Yarrow and the other servants used to do?" Yeah, they were going to have to leave the house eventually. Ruin the illusion that it was just the two of them and time could go on forever. As for the cigarettes, Seel was certain Swift didn't want to know, but he wasn't sure if he needed to know. Oh well, add it to the list of things he had to tell him. When the time was right.

"We should try it. See how long we can go." Seel slid onto his side and nudged closer to Swift. If they hadn't just rooned, he would have been tempted to slide on top of Swift and ride him. But, he'd give the other har an hour or two before jumping him. They had time to make up for.

"Yes, those things." He laughed and shook his head fondly at Seel, running a hand through his hair a time or two. It was nice to just lay here with each other and not have to worry about anything else, but as much as he wanted to stay there forever, they did have other things to be doing. Not a whole lot of them anymore, but enough that just barricading themselves in the house to roon each other all day wasn't a real option. It was a nice daydream, though.

"Oh? How long do you think you'll last without going crazy looking for something to do?" He really did love you, Seel, but you were not the kind to sit still inside if you could help it.

"You mean besides you?" He smiled, knowing exactly what Swift meant. Seel was not made for lazying around. He was almost incapable of it, probably one of the reasons he'd fared as he did in Hadriel. He didn't like to be still. There was always work to be done. But, still, it was a nice dream. For however long it lasted. Until he got antsy.

"Oh, probably not long. But I think if you keep finding ways to distract me we could always make it a little while longer." He smirked. "Besides, with the storm outside it's the perfect opportunity. I can't go anywhere." There was nothing to do but you Swift.

"Yes, besides me. Shameless. But that wasn't entirely unexpected, either. There were only the to of them now, they didn't have to be ashamed of a whole lot anymore. They could probably walk around naked and no one else would know. Seel would probably have enjoyed that, actually, he wouldn't have to take the time to undress Swift before rooning him.

"Distractions, hm? I think I could come up with a few." In a moment, after he'd had a chance to catch his breath, Seel. They'd barely finished the first round.
"I suppose the storm means I get to keep you to myself for a while."

Seel would have absolutely enjoyed Swift walking around naked. Nice view, easy access. What could be wrong with that. And an added bonus if it made the humans neighbors uncomfortable. "Whatever will you think to do to me?" He allowed himself to smile, thinking of all the wonderful things Swift could in fact due to him now that they were together, and had the time. It was a lovely, lovely thought. He'd give you a bit Swift, but don't take too long.

"We should have storms like this more often." At least here they had the excuse of not having deadlines or work that needed to be finished. They could just be within each other's company.

"I wouldn't object to that if it means I get you all to myself." Until they both started getting sick of each other, anyway. Seel would hate being cooped up forever, even if he was with Swift. It was nice to imagine, though. Just the two of them, stuck for a while alone, rooning whenever they wanted without interruption. With nohar to tell them to stop behaving like children and actually get something done. He couldn't resist a smile at the thought of it, either, and snuggled a little closer to Seel, if that was even possible at this point. There wasn't a whole lot of space left between them.

"I'm sure I can come up with a few things to do with you. Or to you." Whichever. He wasn't picky.

Seel grinned, allowing his legs to splay open on the bed. It was nice to just lie like this, without work, or anyone coming in and admonishing them for laying around without clothes and not doing work. If that was what this place allowed them, then he was grateful. He felt a surge of arousal, but that wasn't exactly new. Swift always did that to him. And besides, he already asked him to wait.

"I don't suppose you have any suggestions then, on what we should do to pass the time while we wait the storm out?"

"A few." He didn't even bother to hide the mischief in his voice, but he was still tired from the last round. That wouldn't last forever, though, and really, what else were they supposed to do? Read the reports Swift had brought in with him? This was already far more enjoyable. Why should he have o do work if it wasn't going to matter to the people here? They didn't want to know about vegetables in a place they'd never seen.

He idy dragged his fingers up and down Seel's bare chest, drawing invisible patterns and smiling down at him. "Maybe you could help me decide."

Seel smiled, enjoying the feeling of Swift's fingers against his chest. He'd prefer them a little lower, but he could live with this. Contentment rumbled in his chest and watched Swift, arching a curious, if not coy eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure I can. I always have opinions, you know."

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