thehauntedfrequency | fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

Here~!

[Emery is eager as ever, and besides, “by the door” gets points for being marginally kinkier than the bed, albeit probably not as easy on his knees.

Whatever. Emery kneels, setting his hands on Zel’s hips and glancing up briefly with an adoring expression. Then he turns his attentions to Zel’s clothes- the belts are out of the way, the pants are easy to deal with, but Zel’s tunic is a little long. And since Zel’s going to be standing, Emery takes the bottom of Zel’s tunic in hand and holds it up to Zel.]

Hold this up.

[Zel breathes out a self-conscious kind of laugh, catching a bunch of the tunic in a fist as he leans against the wall and looks down, feeling a fresh, hot flutter in him. he's already attracted to Emery, but seeing him on his knees makes him feel some kind of way. double that with the effortlessness of his instruction and control, and there's no real resisting. is that fairy magic? or...]

This sort of thing...makes you happy?

[maybe that's a weird thing to ask at this junction, after such time, but hey.]

Or is this just about me...

Of course it does. I’m surprised you even still need to ask.

[Emery smiles as he says this, clearly more amused than anything else by the question, which may not help Zel at all with the self-consciousness, but hey. You know what else Zel may be very aware of? The way Emery is tugging Zel’s pants off of his hips.

Emery doesn’t immediately get rid of Zel’s underwear, instead placing his hand over Zel’s dick and beginning to stroke- his touch is on the firm side, in an attempt to compensate for the whole rock skin issue.]

Half the fun’s in making a mess out of you~

[yeah, a mess he's gotta clean up himself...

Zel's not smarmy enough to make a comment like that - rather, he can only scoff a bit, but the twitching smirk gives him away.

so, he's going to technically always be hard by texture, but Emery can feel tightening muscles when he takes his dick into his hands. Zel gulps, mouth already drying out while the blood of his silly little flusters rushes down to where it's needed most.

Emery won't have to work hard if he doesn't want to; the pressure may be less than a proper man, but Zel can still feel it.]

[It’s usually sensible not to be too smarmy with the person who is giving you a blowjob, although Emery would probably just laugh at that particular comment.

Emery strokes just a little bit longer with his hand over the fabric of Zel’s underwear, enjoying the way it feels when the muscles under his hands react. Once he’s satisfied that Zel is responding he finally pulls Zel’s underwear down and wraps his hand around Zel’s bare dick.]

There, how does that feel~?

Hnh-- [he'd been biting his lip to keep from vocalizing too awkwardly.] Better. [he can kind of feel a sense of warmth from the pressure? but it's more just the tease of wanting that gets him.

he should tell him to not hurt his hands in squeezing or working around edges of rock inlaid there, but that'd be moot; this isn't Emery's first rodeo. still, he worries. he never wants to hurt him, and it makes him scared to get too relaxed.]

Better...than I can do...

Better…? Ah.

[Emery keeps up the groping and fondling as he talks, steadily running his hand over every inch of Zel’s cock and balls. He navigates mostly by feel, since he can't resist frequently peeking up at Zel's flustered face.]

Is that better than you can do for yourself? Or better than you think you can do for me?

[As a matter of fact, Emery actually has fantasized about Zel going down on him, but even he’s aware that it might not be that easy when Zel has the whole. Mass of wire hair situation. It could potentially be like sticking a rose bush between his thighs.]

I want to-- [his eyes wince, face coloring a bit with a bit of shame.] I really do. For you. I just...don't want to hurt you.

[pathetic. he feels pathetic saying it over and over, like Emery's some kind of glass figure, or he's some kind of graceless brute. it's not true! but his feelings are still laced with that dread that he'd do harm for the sake of his own satisfaction.

he bit him, after all. without telling him. he's still carrying that shame, even though he dreams of biting all over and fucking him senseless. but that'd hurt him, so it's bad. and he's wrong to think of it, even in sleep.]

[Emery leans forward and kisses the shaft of Zel’s cock.]

You do more for me than you think, you know.

[Despite going into this with plans to suck Zel off, it looks like Emery still needs to be able to speak. So he keeps up the hand work, interspersing his words with the occasional kiss or lick.]

I like it when you play with my tits. I like the way you kiss me. [Another kiss, higher up, on the edge of the head of Zel’s cock.] I like the way your hands feel against my skin, and I like how your cock feels inside of me. [Emery lowers his head a little and leisurely licks up Zel’s cock from the bottom of the shaft to the very tip.] I like the way you bite me, and I like it when I can see marks on my body after we have sex.

[it's probably pathetic to want to cry during oral sex, but, like... Emery being so affirming and affectionate really does move this mountain! of course, it's hard to be utterly undone by words alone when his body is taken by the tremors of pleasing excitement from just his tongue.

Zel whimpers a little before exhaling the rest of the breath, and his dick aches at mention of all those things.]

Mnh...whenever...I can touch you...and know you, you feel good, it... [means everything. he sighs, closing his eyes.] It just makes me...want to go crazy. You make me crazy. And it, it feels really good, Emery...

[Even though he’s the one who has Zel by the literal dick right now, Zel’s words, his reactions- Emery feels a definite flutter at them that leaves him feeling just a little vulnerable. Still, he continues to gently lick Zel up and down, until the other man’s cock is faintly glistening with saliva.]

That’s how I feel too, you know. Whenever I make you feel good, it makes me really, really happy.

[Emery parts his lips and slides the head of Zel’s cock into his mouth.]

[Zel utters another weak sound as he feels the temperature and pressure on the tip of his cock. so little of him can really react to outside stimulus, but his mouth, his ears...his dick...

his grip on his tunic tightens a bit while the fingers of his other hand curl against the wall he'd pressed them against.

looking down just sends a stronger wave of wanting through him; watching Emery work is...really fucking hot. why does he look good no matter what he does?! it's almost frustrating.]

[Emery’s a little slow, taking more of Zel into his mouth at a gradual pace. It’s been a while since he’s done this properly, but he tries to compensate by using his hands as well. His tongue and cheeks wrap around Zel’s cock as he works, making obscene little wet noises.]

Mnm…

[Zel’s taste is a little hard to describe. It’s sort of a mineral taste, a little like what Emery suspects licking a rock would be like- not that he’s in the habit of licking rocks that aren’t one very specific part-rock person- but more alive than that… In any case, the taste and feel, and the little responses Zel makes, set the arousal buzzing through Emery’s body. He wants to keep going, to feel more of these sensations in his lips and tongue and jaw.]

Hh, Emerhh--I--

[he wants to fuck him so badly.

Zel clenches his jaw, trying to keep from moving beyond the little trembles and twitches that Emery's work elicits. the further he goes, the more Zel unravels, and his clenched fist against the wall lifts with a want to grab at his hair.

it instead moves to his mouth, biting at his knuckle.

he starts precumming, breath hitching as his dick clenches more.]

Em, I'm--I'm really close--

[he gets the warning before he comes.]

[It’s so cute, the way Zel works to hold himself back. Emery does feel a smidge bad that Zel has to, and that he’s restraining himself primarily for Emery’s sake. But it feels too good to see Zel like this, and since Zel does enjoy it, well…

Emery gives Zel an acknowledging hum, not able to exactly talk without removing his mouth. The warning is appreciated, if not entirely necessary- he can taste the bitter precum that Zel is leaking, and feel the way Zel’s dick throbs in anticipation of the climax. Emery continues working him over regardless.

When Zel does come, Emery presses his hand against Zel’s hip and does his best to swallow down the hot cum around the hard cock in his mouth. It’s not exactly sweet tasting but it’s a little tidier and more efficient than just spitting it out, though the noises Emery makes aren’t exactly dignified.]

[letting go, feeling Emery on his dick, thinking about being on him, in him - it makes his head spin as he shudders with orgasm.

he can't bite and break his own skin.

he comes out of the haze panting, his ears full of the sounds of Emery's cleanup, and feels a weird mix of disgust and satisfaction.

he wipes at his face, hand dropping to his side with a huff.]

Hh, tha, thanks...you're...really good at that... [wow. riveting.]

[Emery wipes some stray cum and saliva from his face, then giggles at Zel’s riveting commentary.]

You’re too kind~ Personally, I think I need more practice.

[Emery shifts a little where he kneels, feeling his own hard-on throbbing, especially when he gazes at the end results of his handiwork. Zel all flushed and panting, with his cock glistening- it’s quite a lovely sight. He almost wants to sigh.]

I’d kiss you if my mouth didn’t taste like cum right now.

[He’s definitely tempted to just get his own dick out and start stroking himself while Zel’s in too much of a post-orgasm haze to get flustered about being stared at…]

[he watches him for a second, catching the glint of smeared cum on his mouth, the flush of his cheeks with a smile... Zel could swear Emery was unflappable, but he knows better.

slowly, he slides down the wall to sit, reaching over to take one of Emery's hands, bringing it toward himself and kissing at his fingers. gentle, reverent.]

I can kiss you instead.

[Emery’s eyes widen when Zel takes his hand and begins to kiss his fingers, as if they were some sort of storybook prince and princess. He opens his mouth to attempt to say something flirtatious and playful back, but what comes out is a stammered- stammered!-]

O-oh.

[So much for being unflappable. Being aroused isn’t as fluster-inducing as the gentle, loving way that Zel is treating Emery. He suddenly feels as if all the air has whooshed right out of his lungs, and his heart’s about to hammer its way out of his chest. The tender expression on Zel’s face certainly isn’t helping with that, but Emery can’t bring himself to look away.]

You- You’re also, um, good at that…

[what else can i do? he thinks, kissing the heel of his hand, his wrist. he can't fully appreciate the softness or temperature of Emery's skin anywhere better than his mouth.]

Come here?

[he poses it as a question even while pulling him toward himself, tilting his head away to avoid grazing him unduly with the less-than-tender touch of wire. he turns Emery to sit against him between his drawn-up knees, winding one arm around his middle while his other gently releases his arm in order to slip his fingers under his waistline, letting Emery fidget as he pleases.]

[With his heart in his mouth and his skin tingling in the places Zel kissed him, Emery obediently turns around and shifts as Zel’s hands direct him. Zel’s chest and arm are comfortingly solid around him, and Emery is able to relax despite the sense of anticipation and vulnerability swelling up within him.]

Like this?

[He really can’t help but squirm a little when Zel’s hand goes lower down, tantalizingly close to Emery’s groin. His erection is visibly pressing up against the fabric of his pants, particularly since he instinctively opens his legs as he settles back in between Zel’s.]

[he hums an affirmative, his arm going slack to let Emery squirm as he pleases, using that time to unfasten his trousers and give a hand leeway to further snake down to his groin and tease at his captive erection. careful but intentional, gentle but guided by the feedback from Emery himself, Zel closes his eyes and tilts his head so that when he bows it, he can kiss at Emery's neck and shoulder without prickling him too much with his hair.

warm skin...he can taste it with his mouth; it must be warmer down below than what his hands can tell.]

[Emery’s face heats up as he feels Zel loosening his pants. It’s a slight relief, but the subsequent feeling of fingers brushing teasingly over his erection is vexing. He finds himself raising his hips, trying to grind his dick against Zel’s hand. And when Zel starts pressing warm kisses against his neck, Emery moans out:]

Zel…

[Wanting more, and not wanting to be entirely passive, Emery raises one hand to fiddle with the fastenings on his vest and shirt, tugging at the fabric to expose more skin for Zel.]

[the sounds Emery makes are fit to make Zel hard all over again, but this isn't about him anymore. to appease his needy writhing, he moves his hands to his waistband (not without the tease of being careful, however) and, once another grind is lifting him up enough, eases his trousers and underwear down to expose his dick to the air.

while gently nipping and sucking on his neck, Zel's fingers trail back to find him waiting there, fingertips lightly trailing along his shaft before slowly closing around it in a delicate, unintentionally teasing grip; he'd hate to grab too hard at once in a misjudgment of sensitivity.]

Tell me...what's too much. Or too little. Whatever you say goes.

Ah… Ahn…

[Pleasurable pinpricks coax more noises out of Emery as Zel works. Emery shuts his eyes and starts biting his lip but makes himself stop, not wanting to stifle himself. He arches into Zel’s touch again and again until he feels fabric pulling away from his hips and air briefly flowing over his cock, before it’s lightly covered by a solid hand.

Emery opens his eyes and looks down at where he’s exposed, marveling at the contrast of Zel’s blue, stony fingers against pink skin. He can’t quite nod when Zel speaks but he does let out a little breathy hum.]

Got it. You can be… a little bit tighter than that.

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