Resolving the Unresolved (Part 2)

Once Linias started to make moves towards intercourse, Haetia unexpectedly stopped him.

“Wait, I want to try something–or more so want you to try something. Why don’t you masturbate?”

The suddenness caused Linias to don a mixture of surprise and shyness, trailing the flush around his ears as he sat up. “That’s…weird. And embarrassing.”

“You don’t have to, I’m just curious how you look when you do it–if you’ve done it before. And I thought you worked in a brothel before? As much as I’d rather not remember or even think about that.” Haetia swallowed his bitterness.

“I did but-this is different. That was work and this is-..you’re-...”

“It’s alright, I was asking not telling you to do it-”

“No, I can.” Linias tried to steel his resolve with a quick breath. “...Can I at least touch you?”

“That wouldn’t be the same as masturbating, so no.” He mischievously smirked as he relaxed into the couch, legs spread in a clear attempt to tempt him further. “Well?”

At this point Linias took it more as a challenge than a request. Maybe he thought he was too pure of heart to do something so outwardly lewd and he was determined to prove Haetia wrong, as aware as he was that it wasn’t like him to fall for such an obvious ploy but he still found himself wanting to satisfy him albeit not for the same reasons as before. He knew it wasn’t out of a sense of duty or anything of the like. Then…maybe for the satisfaction and elation gained through pleasing someone you care about?

Such thoughts drove his flush to his cheeks and he shook his head to try and dismiss them for now. If he had to think about what any of this meant – how affectionate they’ve been towards each other as of late – he’d be sent down another spiral not too different from his many recent ones all regarding Haetia.

With another self-assuring breath his hesitant hands took hold of himself. Even if he wasn’t directly looking at Haetia he could still feel his gaze watching his every movement and that was the worst part.

Seeing his persisting anxiety, Haetia tried to guide him along, “You could think of something that turns you on.”

Linias still faltered. Of course he knew how to masturbate. But in truth he couldn’t remember the last time he actually did so. If he had to guess, probably when Mitsuyo was teaching him since he recalled her telling him to try it on his own time just to get used to the feeling of arousal and all, but that was over a decade ago. Clients never really asked for him to do it in full length either, and even then he couldn’t remember what would get him going.

The last time he remembered seeing something that explicitly got him all hot and bothered was…when Haetia wore that dress back at the Forest Mist. But that felt even worse to imagine when Haetia was right in front of him or even just thinking of him in such a way somehow felt disrespectful–salacious!

And still, his cock reacted positively to the thought and that only made him more ashamed.

“...Or you could try and look at me if that helps.” Haetia answered his trepidations again.

Linias didn’t even think it a possibility until he was given permission and it somehow felt simultaneously better and worse than imagining him but he was already taking too long to do what some would consider a simple task. So, with his eyes on Haetia he tried again.

As soon as he started stroking himself a wave of vulgarity came rushing through him all over again but he tried to persist regardless.

Haetia continued to watch, first a little worried then more comfortable and seemingly aroused too.

“What were you thinking about before?”

“Y-You.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” Haetia flirtatiously grinned again, “but you can be more specific than that. Relive what you were thinking and tell me.” His fingers slowly coiled around his own shaft while the other hand laid near his plugged entrance, being a gentle reminder to the both of them about the flower bud’s presence inside.

“When you...wore that white dress and how gentle you looked in it.” Linias spoke through his breathing.

“And?”

“And…when I slid my hand under and touched your thighs and then your hips, your skin is really soft, and smooth.-”

Shit. He was getting excited. He didn’t even realize it until now but he unconsciously started stroking faster and Haetia the same. It wasn’t just remembering that night that was stimulating him, but seeing Haetia grow more excited as well as he likewise pleasured himself. Now he understood what Haetia was going for.

Progressively he cared less how vulgar this all felt. Instead of shamefulness from the obscenity it began to feel more like the exhilaration in the lecherousness that one would feel in a dance with a demon.

“Keep-..going.” Haetia exhaled.

He steadily removed the flower bud with a gasp, then replaced it with his fingers as well.

“It felt..good to touch you, and–even better…inside you.”

Linias paused between his words, becoming more and more distracted by the Haetia in front of him than the one of his memories. The way he made himself shudder and his face twitch. His rosy patches across his body that both blended and contrasted with his snow white skin. Or even just his frame itself, the way it was so perfectly curved and carved, slender in just the right places. His unforgettable hair, when even tied high still managed to cover nearly as much of the couch as he did.

Though all of him only served to compliment his actions. The light touch of pink of his entrance. How it parted and squelched with his self pleasures. The scatter of precum and his own actual cum from before. His desperate pumps and fervent fingering. It all reminded him how badly he wanted to touch him, painfully so.

Linias drew a blank and then the next thing to come was, well, himself. Across Haetia in fact. Then Haetia himself a bit after but it expectedly joined the other messes all over him.

          It took awhile for Linias to even realize what he did, and for once, he didn’t apologize or even feel the need to. He could have desires, just like anyone else, and he could relieve them without feeling like he’s being a burden, just like everyone else.

His breathing was heavy, perspiration in small droplets scattered across his body and in few cases glistening his floral markings.

“Please…Can I…fuck you?” Linias genuinely pleaded with hungry, moistened and melted eyes.

Haetia tried to withhold his scoff but it still escaped him. “If you could see how you look right now–You look like you’re gonna eat me alive and split me in half. I thought masturbating would help calm you down but I feel like I just made it worse.”

He beckoned Linias closer until he was right against him, but in a gentle way that didn’t imply that he was giving him the gratification of intercourse juuust yet. After Haetia closed his legs, laying them across Linias’s shoulder and wrapping his hands around both his own and Linias’s shafts.

“Do it like this, maybe it’ll help.”

Linias puppy pouted.

“I’d like to walk tomorrow you know.”

“I can heal you.” He quickly said.

“Preemptive efforts not post!”

A little rebelliously, Linias nearly folded him in half anyway as a display of stubbornness but he still went through with the thigh fuck for Haetia, even if all he could think about was how much he wanted to penetrate him, not to say that this didn’t feel good. He was finally able to touch him again, and while one arm held his thighs close and tightly together, the other took to massaging the various parts of his body.

First the nearby thighs, then his slim forearms which struggled to keep still and hands curled around against the repetitive jolts. The aforementioned hips or abs were a good pick too, but after a thorough caress of them he decided to stick to the thighs.

“You have…a really nice body, Master.” Linias almost purred.

Haetia nervously fidgeted at the words, the splashes of coral deepening.

Their shafts rubbed against each other as Linias continued to thrust between his thighs. The preexisting bodily fluids served as plenty for lubrication, so he thrust with ease yet still spirited and relentless while Haetia’s hands acted as a makeshift fleshlight that kept them together.

“Your hair, your eyes, your complexion..”

His shy cock throbbed as he whimpered. Grasp loosening.

Linias honored his faultless figure with his caresses, doting over his streaks of white from afar and wishing he could kiss it like he’d done before, or the rest of him for that matter but the position didn’t allow him to do much more than this. He just wanted either of them to climax already if it meant that he could touch him to the extent he wanted.

“S-Stop…” Haetia barely managed to whine audibly with his calves reflexively pulling Linias closer and refusing to let go.

And through it all, Linias felt…enamored. He remembered feeling this way once before, at least a few instances in more recent times but the first was by the fire back when it was just them and Revi. As he cleaned his then-Master he looked up to him and saw how the moonlight seemed to glow around him, like an ethereal being one would see as they took their last breath to make their final moments a peaceful one. There was a fleeting thought at the time, one that he withheld for both of their sakes and their roles. But their roles were no more, and he cared less and less for the consequences of the way he felt.

His hands cupped Haetia’s, causing their once faltering eyes to lock.

Heart palpitating, Linias spoke under his hesitant breath, “...You’re beautiful.”

In the same breath Haetia’s self same frame tensed and spasmed as he ruptured a moan. Another splatter of semen joined the rest and formed a net between their privates no thanks to Haetia’s clenching.

Instantly Haetia panicked and swiftly yelped a string of words, “Ah-! I’m sorry that was so shitty of me I just–I don’t know you talking was getting to me and ahhh this is so embarrassing..!” He even more rapidly wiped his hands off with the furniture.

It was probably because Linias accidentally looked surprised after the fact but he honestly wasn’t expecting it either, not to mention that his also accidental silence wasn’t helping.

“I-It’s fine. It was kind of cute if I’m honest.”

Haetia jumped, his fluster spiking and amounting to pursed lips. More shy than ever, he buried his mouth into his hands and mumbled in defeat, “Just…do whatever.”

He immediately slid off the couch’s arm and onto its cushions while Linias looked like an excitable dog that was finally let off its leash. The first thing he did was kiss him a few tens of times, gradually getting more haphazard and sloppy with each one. Just when Haetia started to get attached Linias trailed his kisses off somewhere else.

He went across his body from there: cheek, neck, collar bone, shoulders, arms, then back again to his chest and lower. From the length of time he’d spend in each spot and the light sucking woven between he knew that an array of hickeys would be left behind, and even if his clothing wasn’t as revealing as before it was still revealing enough for most of them to be seen but Haetia let him have his way regardless since he could only imagine it was to make the ones on his back from yesterday match. As he passed over his abdomen then groin he very clearly debated pleasuring him there as well but decided against it and thankfully so since Haetia didn’t know how much more he could take.

Once Linias had his fill he returned to give Haetia a few extra kisses and allowed them to embrace. Haetia wrapped all four of his limbs around Linias while he only wrapped his arms. They were almost nose to nose, making for an unknown sense of heightened intimacy when Linias finally penetrated. For once they didn’t break eye contact with each other out of shyness or embarrassment and it surprisingly felt..good. Better than good even. Comforting. Tender.

Even more surprisingly however, Linias began slowly–even if it didn’t last very long. They observed each other with frighteningly unfaltering eye contact, seemingly more aroused by the other than the act itself if only for a moment. As Linias picked up the pace, so too did they progressively get closer and closer until they were chest to chest and ear to ear.

If he had the head space to think about them, Haetia would’ve been worried about the stains on the furniture that wasn’t theirs or the noise that reverberated throughout the living room and probably reached Myrin’s connecting abode. Instead he didn’t even try to restrain his voice, loudly moaning, “Linias-Linias~-!” over and over again as if they were the only ones in the world.

Usually Haetia couldn’t hear Linias much during sex over all the other various sounds, but now that his voice was against his ear he could clearly hear his heaving and slight grunts that teetered on ravenous. And, if he was lucky, an even more hushed, “Master….” that he would’ve missed altogether otherwise.

Their bodies clung together as he animalistically yet lovingly thrusted, hands woven between each other’s hair though Haetia’s nails did etch into his back, arms, and shoulders before then. The thrusts scaled to drives then impassioned pounds, curling Haetia’s extremities and causing more of Linias’s quiet self to become more vocalized.

Was this..what they called making love? Because it didn’t feel like sex anymore. It felt like it was more than that. More than two people just trying to satisfy a carnal desire. He wanted him–They wanted every part of each other, conjoined and intertwined forever and this was just a means to show that.

Exasperated and nearing their end, their embrace tightened and their voices joined.

“Linias I’m–!”

“..coming.”

Simultaneously they finished onto in one case and into in the other. And after they shared heavy breaths by one another, then with one another, all while continuing their embrace albeit not as constricted as before.

Whatever this was, whatever they felt, they only hoped for the longevity of it. Labels didn’t matter, at least for now. As long as it could last. For now, and always.