Domestic Affairs (Part 2)

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     Haetia rapidly pounded on Myrin’s front door which gave him nothing but yells and curses from the other side until it eventually flung open.

“WHAT!!!! I was enjoying spoiling myself so this better be good!”

“Why’d you leave me in a room with him!!!!!!!!!”

“Why do you think?!!!!!!” Myrin rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Is that really it?”

“N-No dinner’s ready, but–”

“Sheesh should’ve just started with that. I’ll have you know that whatever you were doing in there with him must be working if you’re this skittish so I’m gonna eat my dinner and leave, cool?”

“Yes, sure, whatever, I just need a five second break I feel like I’m going to explode!”

Sighing to himself, Myrin grumbled. First timers.

Their dinner banter continued much the same as when it was just Myrin and Haetia, but this time Myrin was chatting with Linias since Haetia couldn’t bring himself to look at him at the moment. A permanent image of his smile was etched into his vision and every time he recalled it his guts did twirls and his chest folded into knots. Maybe it was just his foreboding heat, he told himself. Or maybe it was a different emotion altogether. Either way, he couldn’t bear it at the moment and would rather it calm down for the time being than make it worse by feeding into it.

And just like he said, as soon as he finished his meal Myrin gave a wave and left them on their own again, so whatever nerves he did manage to quiet immediately came flooding back.

He was hyper aware of every step Linias made, every clatter, every breath, every sound. The dining table was cleared and Linias set to washing the dishes so that everything was just the way they’d found it while in the meantime Haetia’s feet carried him over against his will until he was awkwardly standing close by, watching as always.

The azalea tattoos glistened under the coating of water, little soapsuds giving them a slight twinkle. His black hair was always a strangely neat kind of messy, and only recently did he notice his eyes were slightly different in color. The scarred one was a bit lighter, though he couldn’t quite remember if he could see in it at all–

Ah. Fuck.

He’s looking at him.

He wanted to take it slow but with a smile like that with eyes like that with a body like that?-

“Do you want dessert?” He innocently asked. “I should have some things to make–”

He couldn’t even finish before Haetia leapt onto him and jerked him into resuming their previous lipped tradeoff. Some part of him was half expecting Linias to push him away, but apparently he was waiting for it just as desperately since he was the first one to break the tongue barrier.

And soon enough they had limbs wrapped around each other and clothes falling to the wooden panels one after the other in a trail as they made their way to the bedroom. By the time they reached the mattress they were both bare and it took Haetia until then to realize he’d never seen the other naked before, though with all their past interactions between sex and baths Linias had seen Haetia naked plenty of times to the point he didn’t think much of it anymore.

He went from straddling Linias on the edge of the bed to sliding onto his knees right between his legs, taking note of his tattoos and scars along the way. Some flowers he recognized, usually the more common ones: daffodils, roses, carnations…lilies that made him blush beneath his fever. Others he wasn’t too sure about but they were all the colorful sort, but the further they went down his body the more scarce they became. The provocative heat-induced part of him wanted to ask if he ever thought about having a dick tattoo but even he knew that was far out of the question for someone like Linias and even more so since he only used them to cover his scars.

Speaking of, his dick! Haetia still made sure to look at him all the while he glazed his erection with a mixture of his mouth and tongue and even more so when he could tell Linias wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or aroused.

Then that little siren’s words echoed in his ears, “What do you think he’s into?” That very question made him want to try all sorts of things, test all sorts of waters, but he needed to be moderate–at least as moderate as he could in this state. He already didn’t want to go this far but at the least it’s mutual and that’s already leagues better than before. So, light waters. Teasing will work for now.

He continued with his glazes, making sure to slowly caress his cock just enough to get that desirous shimmer out of his eyes. Linias shielded his mouth with the back of his hand, his fingers hesitating to grasp Haetia’s white hair as he withheld a chuckle at the sight.

“I didn’t know you could be cute sometimes.” Haetia accidentally muttered a little louder than he intended, but from his accident came a perfect opportunity to tease him some more.

A stripe of light pink stretched from ear to ear. “Don’t–say things like that while-...”

“While?”

Haetia guided some of his lengthy locks behind his ear, then playfully kissed and lightly sucked the tip, goading Linias into the firm hold of his hair he’d long been avoiding by caressing his hand. As he kept the mischievous laps up, Linias slowly slowly nudged his head further down seemingly more as a friendly suggestion more than anything else. He knew Linias was too gentle at heart to do anything more than that for now but he still took that slight nudge as a win.

The tip fully disappeared to the back of his throat along with the shaft, and with it came a gratifying sigh from Linias. Now he imbibed it more thoroughly, sucking softly as he lapped and oscillated back and forth with room to spare for his hands for the time being. Eventually though he set them aside to focus his oral efforts and take the full thing whole and luckily for him his gag reflexes had long since diluted from his previous experiences throughout the years.

He was more dead set on lubricating it than anything else. With Linias’s stamina he was sure he could climax now and still be fine for another three rounds but he couldn’t say as much for himself. His heat would either make him last for one nearly fatal blow or for the rest of the night, and with no means of knowing he went the safer route of edging Linias in a way to keep them on the same wavelength.

So just as he treaded more onto the end of fervent arousal than his previous embarrassment, Haetia stopped, which left him more hot and bothered than before surprisingly. Saliva and precum alike saturated and coated both his dick and Haetia’s lips, even streaking down the corners.

He was worried that Linias actually would throat fuck him (though he wouldn’t mind) because his gaze was certainly debating it but Haetia didn’t give him the chance as he guided Linias further onto the bed until he was entirely laid across with him on top.

Linias being both squirrely and titillated under him reminded him of that time by the fire, although he didn’t look back on that memory with fondness. If there was anything he was fond of it was the fact that he got to see Linias’s cute side then even if he took for granted the sight at the time, but he wouldn’t make that same mistake twice.

Originally the flower tattooed hands anxiously held his thighs until he slid and pinned them above his head. Then unexpectedly, his vines coiled around his arms and bound them in place.

Haetia was almost agape at the treat. “You didn’t have to do that you know-”

“I didn’t-” Linias yelped and barely squirmed before giving up. “They just-do things sometimes.”

“Well…Can I keep going?”

“If the alternative is to leave me like this then..” Sighing, he gathered his courage but still mumbled, “..Please do.” He pouted.

Haetia’s blush burned ever brighter but he tried to play it off with a sly smile and carrying on with what he intended to do in the first place. He backed into his rigid length and rubbed against it to play into Linias’s helplessness towards his pending sexual frustration. And by consequence, his squirming steadily increased until he was almost bucking up as if to try and insert it himself somehow.

By that point he started to feel guilty so finally he lowered himself onto his desperate cock and pretended he wasn’t aching for it just as much as his partner by putting on a cocky display, albeit after the fact he went straight back to his flirtatious teases. Now with Linias so vulnerable, he took the chance to fondle his torso as much as he wanted, going so far as to trace his abs and tattoos while soaking in his adorable continuous pouting.

And right when he was about to comment or more accurately beg, Haetia started to fluctuate his hips. Usually he’d lean his hands on his torso for support but this time shifted between keeping them at his thighs and leaning them back just to give Linias a better view of it all.

The plan was to go slow again but he couldn’t take his own teasing any longer either and thus immediately started off with rapid drops and plaps. Thankfully their bedroom didn’t share a wall with any other building so they didn’t have to worry about making themselves known in the worst way possible, but it didn’t change the fact they were tainting what was evidently a cozy home meant for an innocent family with how rustic it was although the included dim lighting arguably said otherwise.

“Master-...” Linias whimpered with silver starry eyes.

His fluster finally getting the best of him, Haetia resorted to partially covering his rosy cheeks and pinching his own member to attempt to prevent a premature orgasm.

It was a wonder how his cock didn’t slip out with how reckless and hurried his consecutive squats were and even more of a wonder how Linias didn’t make it out of the vines yet. Even if he wasn’t actively trying to, he was still writhing in place and eventually meeting Haetia’s hips with his own upward thrusts which Haetia would’ve thought to have been enough to free himself but apparently they constricted him tighter than he thought.

Part of him wished he hadn’t thought to tease him in such a way in the first place because now it was acting against him. The innocent yet longing glisten in his eyes paired with the occasional slip of a gasp or sigh and the tender ‘Master’ that would follow and make him waver. That neatly messy hair and the slivers of brown strands that did nothing to obscure it.

He hoped that being rejoined with Linias would make whatever was making him flutter at every thought of him disappear but it only seemed to get worse with each passing day and every little interaction. Even so much as looking at him like now was driving him over an edge that he couldn’t describe in words. The closest thing was being driven insane but even that didn’t entirely fit nor encompass entirely how he felt. Not that his heat was helping at all but by now he wasn’t sure how much of it was from that, though something told him that it just made him a little more aware of how vibrant it was.

In the blank sheet that steadily draped over his thoughts did the reflection of Linias and his scorching, shameful arousal shine through and once that same feverish face climaxed he was shoved to his limit faster than from the actual intercourse in a painful spasm that left less of a streak and more of a splash across his partner’s torso.

     The vines finally receded after the fact and with Haetia panting heavily enough for it to seem more like a panic attack Linias quickly sat up and cupped his cheek, thoroughly examining him with genuinely sincere worry.

Linias kept trying to meet his eyes but Haetia continuously dodged them and shrunk within himself until he finally caught his cheeks with both palms instead.

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright.” He uttered in a soothing voice.

He struggled to meet the concerned gaze. That overwhelming kindness that he loved more than he knew.

I can’t-..I can’t tell you it’s because of you that I’m like this… Haetia swallowed hard to try and catch his breath.“I’m….fine.” He barely managed to get out, and since Linias still looked worried he went ahead and kissed him on top of it. “It—took a lot out of me, but I–can keep going.”

To be extra sure (or maybe for his own gratification), he kissed him a few more times until eventually Linias calmed down.

They slightly relocated to the headboard, and even then did they continue to share breaths with Linias still cupping his cheek to the side and the other hand threaded between his fingers against the wood. Gradually his kisses trailed away, from his lips to his cheek then ear. Then he gently parted his hair and kissed the nape of his neck, praying that he didn’t notice how red it was before and after. Next was the indentation of his spine which sent a shiver throughout. With how tender and leisure his motions were he was convinced he was leaving a plethora of hickeys for him to fail to cover tomorrow.

Once he had his fill he hugged him from behind and threaded his fingers with his own again.

Linias slowly and lovingly reinserted and with everything that came before it took everything Haetia had to not orgasm instantly, and if it weren’t for Linias holding him so firmly he would’ve slammed against the headboard from the subsequent thrusts.

His passionate drives matched the emotions of his previous actions but even with that Haetia still believed it to be his natural warm-hearted self although a part of him still wished for more. Would it be selfish of him to wish that only he saw this side of Linias? Was he the only one who saw this side of him? He couldn’t believe he was even thinking such things. He felt crazy. Even more so with how he was tenderly embracing him at the moment. Madness increasing as Linias buried his face beside his own.

“Master…You feel really good inside..” Linias purred in that same sweet, innocent tone.

He felt the strength in his lower half start to waver–or was that his whole body shuddering?

“I..can feel you clench me like I’m going to leave.” The arm wrapped around him graced his shuddering length. “Don’t worry, I’m right here.”

With the frontal and rear assault his shudders turned into a mountain of tension scraping against his frame and begging to escape. He was already on the brink before but this-?

Immediately he yelped and contorted within his arms, “Linias don’t–!-Ahh~~!!”

Haetia burst into his partner’s palm before he could even finish his plea, let alone before Linias could actually finish. And although he fell limp in Linias’s embrace, his body refused to let him rest until its needs were met since his refractory period continued to elude him.

It was going to be a longer night than he’d anticipated at this rate, and he didn’t know how much more his heart could take between the physical intimacy and Linias’s indirect intimacy.