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

fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

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[the smirk softens a bit.]

This feels pretty good. [he tilts his head slightly against the hand in his hair.] Feels good to wind you up like this.

[Well, Emery can't say he doesn't understand that... He bites his lip, indecisive.]

Nnh... Just let me do something for you too, alright? Fuck me, or let me suck you off. It's only fair if I get to wind you up too.

[he breathes out a kind of humph, his eyes closing while he readies to get back to it.]

We'll see. [a prideful part of him feels compelled to leave him too addled for that, but it's not like he's able to do as much as he'd like. or as much as Emery would like.

something to worry about later. right now, he just focuses on taking care of Emery. it's not just the least he could do, but it'd be gratifying to know he can...

it's not like he has a whole wealth of expertise with this sort of thing, so. best to study the moment and learn on the fly.]

Ze~el.

[Emery drags the syllable out in a whine, borne partly of exaggerated indignation at the noncommittal answer, and then partly from Zel returning his mouth to Emery's cock.

Zel wants to wind him up, so Emery won't hold back. He relaxes into Zel's hold, focusing on the warm, wet suction of Zel's mouth. Letting the internal heat build up without any resistance, squirming the closer he gets to the edge.]

[he'd smirk, but he's busy. Zel closes his eyes and sinks into the work, letting his ears indulge in the fussing and sighs and stuttered whimpers that Emery offers to the composition of passion they're making together.

...very purple prose of him to think in that sense, but hey. he did go through a stint of reading very violet poetry.

no matter, this is poetry to him.

when he hears and feels Emery getting close, Zel's shoulders draw up a little in his hunch while bracing himself to take the release in the mouth - admittedly, he's not sure how graceful this'll be, but he's committed!]

Mmn. Nnnh!

[Emery watches Zel's head bobbing through half-lidded eyes, marveling again at the diligent way Zel always handles him. As if Emery were a rare manuscript, something to be studied and handled preciously. Though not so preciously that it keeps Emery's orgasm from building, pulse by pulse, until Emery's cock is throbbing hard and his head feels hazy with want. Though not so hazy that he doesn't think to warn Zel:]

'm getting close-

[Zel doesn't seem inclined to withdraw, and Emery tips over the edge shortly after. He clutches at the fabric covering Zel's shoulder and comes in his sweetheart's mouth with a keening moan.]

Oh, Zel!

[Emery's semen has all the usual flavor notes of salt and bitterness etc. but it also has a vaguely floral taste, so. Enjoy that Zel?]

[Zel does his best to not flinch, but even when bracing for it he still can't help the wince. not the best taste, but he wasn't going to be a baby about it!

weird that the floral note is more smelled than tasted, but maybe that's because he'd held his breath throughout. he likes how Emery sounds more than tastes, and luckily the noise is satisfying.

when Emery's spent, Zel withdraws to sit back on his legs, wiping the corners of his mouth, licking remains off his lips, glancing up through his bangs to assess.

not bad for a first go, right? he didn't gag! he kind of wanted to. he hopes that's not a sign of his poor character.]

Haah...

[Emery lets Zel slip from his grasp, his leg sliding to the side off Zel's shoulder to rest on the floor beside Zel. Emery feels tingly all over, and the scent in the air only adds to that thrill.

Zel honestly did very good for a first go- Emery would not have been surprised or offended if Zel had just spat it out. This was more or less what Emery had done the first time he ever blew a guy.

Emery brushes some hair out of his face and gives Zel a crooked smile.]

That felt amazing.

[he's still reconciling with the aftertaste, but his mouth twitches a brief smirk, though his eyes wince a little when he swallows to clear his throat.

carefully squeezing Emery's thigh:] You look it. You're...just really pretty.

Sweet talker~

[Emery is red-faced and pantsless, but yes, he's still really pretty. The squeeze to his thigh makes him shiver, but then the pressure becomes grounding.

Emery leans forward and touches his fingertips to Zel's mouth. He wants to kiss him. And hold him. At the very least.]

Come here?

[Zel's lips part at the behest of the fingers automatically, but they close to kiss at them before the request processes.

he lifts his hand off Emery's thigh to hold the hand in place for a second kiss before releasing it and rising back on his knees to meet Emery in the middle. almost middle, rather - he doesn't want any flyaways to scrape at him unintentionally.]

Might taste weird.

[Emery wraps his arms around Zel, relishing in the cozy little feelings that linger from being kissed.]

I don't mind. I've been snowballed before.

[And he leans in to give Zel a proper kiss on the mouth.]

Hrh? [what? what's a snowball in this context. Zel's baffled sound is muffled by the kiss, and it's both his confusion and hesitation with the lingering taste in his mouth that makes him slow to properly open up for Emery right away. he doesn't need much convincing beyond that, melting into the kiss with a little sigh.]

[Zelgadis will have to save any questions for later, because Emery is very set on getting his tongue in Zel's mouth. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't mind the taste of his own cum in another man's mouth, particularly not when said man is Zel.

Once Zel opens up Emery kisses him in a leisurely manner, slowly probing deeper and stroking gently at the inside of Zel's mouth, then just as slowly withdrawing to tease Zel's lips- and then doing it all over again.]

[Zel is terribly weak for Emery's work, and his coolguy reputation is at risk to being overshadowed by the wilting flower he becomes for loving attention. it's weird to feel warm and aroused when his skin can't sweat or prickle with pleasured goosebumps; his body ought to find his clothes suffocating, but beyond the constriction in his trousers, the rest of him is unfazed.

it's weird. like...holding gratification hostage, teased and taunted almost exclusively by the mouth. it makes Emery's tongue even more powerful there than it'd be were the rest of Zel so pliant and responsive.

he whimpers amidst the languid lashes of Emery's tongue, compelled to draw in closer, fingers squeezing at Emery's sides.

when there's a break for breath, Zel's is weak, eyes fluttering half open, bewitched.]

You're... [braincells processing.] So good at that.

[The taste of Zel seems to grow stronger the longer they kiss. Emery clings to Zel for all he's worth, and suppresses a laugh when Zel whimpers.

When they part, Emery takes a deep, slow breath.]

Yeah?

[Emery tilts his head and brushes his lips over Zel's cheek, gently nuzzling the thin cracks that linger there.]

You're good at being kissed.

[dryly:] Surprising, considering. [that he's mostly abrasive both physically and...as a kind of a flighty, fussy guy.

but being self-deprecating isn't fun when he's being doted on lovingly, so he's cutting that at the ankles, tilting his head so he can lick at Emery's lip. he can't feel that cheek attention, you know - get back here!]

As I said, you're a quick learner.

[And quick to get back to business, evidently. Emery obligingly turns his head and parts his lips so that Zel has easier access, letting Zel take the lead this time if he's so inclined.]

[groaning of floorboards and thumping footsteps outside jolt Zelgadis out of the pleasant trance making out had put him it, prompting him to go still and listen, exhaling a faint grunt.

maybe he's also 1/3rd dragon, given how compelled he is to hoard Emery all to himself in seclusion.

mumbled against Emery's mouth:] People better not be nosy on this boat...

[It's Zel's jolt that Emery registers more than the sound of footsteps.]

Hm?

[The mumbling takes Emery a second to process and when he does, his brows briefly lift. He doesn't think it's likely anyone will say much beyond perhaps a request to keep their volume down, but if anyone does decide to ask any impudent questions...]

I won't say anything to anyone if you don't want me to.

[Zel hums faintly, uncertain. he hates outside people being in his business, being scrutinized, judged... but Emery flourishes around other people - he'd seen it during their stint with the goblins, seen it in the various towns and places they interacted with...

would compromise please or trouble him? why can't he just intuit it without asking? it'd be so much cooler than...asking.]

...What would make you happier?

[Emery does flourish around other people, it's true. At the moment, however, he's not really thinking much about those other people. So when Zel thoughtfully, considerately, and kindly asks what would make Emery happier, Emery looks Zel straight in the eye and says:]

Having your dick in me.

Fuh-- [he draws back sharply, staggered, then starts to blush, which makes his face screw up.] Y-you--bah--! R-right back to it, with you-!

Hey, why are you blushing? [Emery reaches out to touch a hand to that blushing face.] I'm your sweetheart now, remember~? It's only natural that I'd want you to fuck me. Although...

[Emery smiles. It's warm and gentle.]

I'd also like to try topping you some time.

[warm to the touch, Zel blinks a few times in lieu of a full, flinching fluster.] Hh, how is that different than...than having been on my lap? Before? [in the maid outfit.]

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