fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[fair_trouble]

[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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[chimerad]

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.]

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[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.]

[chimerad]

[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.

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[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.

[chimerad]

[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!]

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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.]

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[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...

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[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.

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[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?

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[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.

[chimerad]

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-!

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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.

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[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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[Emery blinks back as he realizes 1) what Zel means and 2) that Zel doesn't know what Emery means.

And that means that it's time for Zelgadis to Learn Something New.]

I mean, I'd have my dick inside you. [And in case Zel is still unclear, Emery languidly lowers his hand and gently points down.] In your ass.

[chimerad]

...

[eh?]

Eh?

[an ear twitches.]

W-wouldn't that be risky? [rough edges to fleshy...whatever...]

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[Emery shrugs.] Maybe. I think we'd have to try playing with your ass for a bit. Do some experimentation to see if I can fuck you that way. [For example, if they can't stick a toy in there without it getting snapped in half, then they'll know Emery definitely shouldn't stick his dick in there.] Have you ever tried fingering yourself?

[chimerad]

[Emery's breezy nonchalance on the subject matter never seems to stop mystifying Zel, who forgets to be fussed up about it, instead gawking owlishly at him.

it takes a second to process and then quickly look askance.]

N-no? [and if he did, why would he admit it! to be informative and uncool??] Never really...made the to-do list.

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[Hopefully Zel intended to make Emery laugh with that remark, because Emery does.]

Well, we can always add it, right? In between sword practice and brooding sessions.

[chimerad]

[he makes a face.

flatly:] Busy as I am, it might be tight.

[............................................................

cutting him off:] Don't. Say anything. [he realized his fatal mistake too late and will smother Emery's mouth with a smooch to keep from hearing the followup.]

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[...

Emery's eyebrows lift.]

Well th- Mmf.

[Fortunately Zel has figured out the surefire way to make Emery shut up.]

Mmm...

[And Emery obligingly drapes his arms over Zel's shoulders.]

[chimerad]

[somewhere in the midst of his tongue reacquainting itself with Emery's mouth, Zel winds an arm around his waist and scoots him further to the edge of the cot and against himself with the other snakes up under his tunic (or top, whatever, clothes) to tickle and tease sound out. it's been getting easier to indulge, and crossing that L-word line's certainly helped weaken those self-conscious barriers of his to a degree - enough of a degree as to pursue some of the things he wants when Emery's in his grasp to give them.

not all. never all. not yet. cures and all that need to happen first, so there'll always be that edge of anguish - the awareness that the slight pressure he can feel of Emery's body against his should have more warmth and give, for one thing. he's not aware of how much keener it's made Emery's scent and sounds to him, though, and those are ambrosial.

he breaks the kiss for breath, but only just enough so, smiling against Emery's lips, letting himself just be content for a bit longer before nearby thumping and creaking reminds him yet again of their current place in the world.

he maybe, just a little, misses the cave (and the outfit).]

We're probably launching soon. Did you want to be out there to see?

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[Well, if Zel ever gets the courage to ask about the outfit again, Emery'd be more than happy to bring it out!

But anyway, until then making out in this cabin is more than good enough.]

Mn...?

[When Zel asks the question, Emery takes a moment to think it over. With regards to Boat Stuff he'd only really been thinking about 1) getting to Zennor Lake faster, and 2) getting a room with Zel, but.]

I think I'd like that. [Emery shifts, his current sticky, half-naked state registering properly.] But I'll need to clean up first. You really made a mess out of me~ [He pretends to pout and teasingly swats at Zel's shoulder.]

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[Zel smirks, feeling a want to preen.]

I didn't mess up your trousers. [or his underclothes! see how nice he is?] But, sure.

[he withdraws lazily, sitting back on his legs and retrieving the discarded clothes, plopping them on the bed beside Emery before getting up to stretch, knees popping. old man-ass joint noises.]

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You're cute when you're smug.

[Emery will also be getting up alongside Zel, not doing any stretching but working on the aforementioned clean up and getting underwear etc. back on.

He flushes a little deeper and smiles as he works, remembering the sight and feel of Zel between his legs.]

Did you want to come above deck with me?

[chimerad]

[his face flushes at the compliment, and it's hard to not preen just to vent that tickling feeling mingling with his lingering arousal. as inconvenient an ache as it is, there's something satisfying about it.

he leans against the wall opposite, arms folded, and watches Emery dress, replaying a few choice sounds in his head that do not really help cool off.

his first thought is to stay behind, feign a nap, and take care of this. but he doesn't want to be far from Emery, even on a confined vessel. so he pushes off the wall.]

When you're ready. [he can suffer the yearning, he figures.]