Taking ground [Draco!] [magically M]

[nephero]

   It was a crime how good this felt. It was an absolute crime, and yet there Rhosiris was, willing accomplice in all of it. Because by all the stars in all the sky, Hero felt amazing. Every little motion had Rho reeling, shocks of pleasure dancing along his spine and settling deep in his belly.

   And then it stopped. Rho's eyes snapped to Hero's face just as the man pulled back from biting at his collarbone— and oh, stars, what a feeling that had been— and for a moment the elf could have sworn he saw some kind of smugness in the other man's face as everything froze. And then the comment about the horse stalls being terribly clean, and what that might mean about a later encounter— Rho opened his mouth to retort, to command, to growl at Hero, whatever it might have taken to get the human to move again, when suddenly, Hero did.

   Whatever Rhosiris had been about to say was utterly lost, replaced instead by a keening moan as Hero shifted just so and started to move, in and out and leaving the elf breathlessly needing more. Rhosiris shifted as Hero tilted his head back, squirming beneath the man a bit to get his legs around the other's hips and his hands in all that dark hair. It was compulsive, but he needed to feel it, needed to grip and push it all out of Hero's face.

   And then Hero opened his glorious, stupid mouth again, and suddenly all Rho could think about was being in the horse stalls, of being very easily spotted in said horse stalls, and the manner of things he'd be doing in said horse stalls— which would not be "pretty clean" for long. Almost as if on cue, Hero moved again, and this time it was with unmistakable vigor. Rho's grip on Hero's hair tightened with every thrust, and he arched up to meet the snap of Hero's hips with his own rolling motions. The elf hooked his ankles behind Hero's back as best he could, wanting more of that contact, more of the feel of that flushed skin against his own, more of those strong fingers against his back.

   More of those teeth. Rhosiris let his head fall back against the bed, golden hair splayed behind him as he bared his throat and collar to more of Hero's bites, low song escaping in short bursts as they rutted against one another. It was so damned hot, hotter than the training yard had been, and yet unlike the training yard Rhosiris didn't seem to mind how the air clung to them, how his hair stuck to his skin, at how every bit of friction just made it hotter and hotter.

   Maybe he could learn to like the Southlands after all.

   "Hero—" Rhosiris keened, before the human's words seemed to catch up to him, and left him absolutely sputtering in disbelief. A golden sex god? Really? Rhosiris wasn't terribly experienced, but even he knew a bad line when he heard it. So, he did the only thing he could think to do: he tightened his grip on Hero's hair, and dragged the man down into a crushing, if a little toothy kiss.

   "Shut the hell up," he hissed, before diving into another kiss, using the moment to roll them over. Tossing his hair out of his face, Rhosiris braced himself against Hero's chest, nails digging into deeply tanned skin as he rocked back onto the human's cock. The new angle had Rho seeing stars, and so he closed his eyes to simply get lost in the sensation, his own cock caught between them as they moved and only adding to the rapidly building heat in his abdomen.

   It was more than a little ironic, really, that someone who had been so demanding that his partner 'shut the hell up' would end up being so loud themselves. But that had been their goal, to be fair, and so Rhosiris felt very little shame about every sharp cry that escaped him. Very, very little shame indeed, if his continuing enthusiasm was any indicator.

[Draconian]

There was a lot of noise. Sharp beautiful noises that tugged at him deep inside his gut.

Hero wasn't sure if they were all good noises but the standing 'smack me if it hurts' had him not too worried about it. No doubt Rhosiris would be more than happy to let smacks fly if there was any part of this he wasn't enjoying. Hero worked himself against the golden elf, eyes shut and just... Moving. Saying weird shit, apparently, because his eyes snapped open at a harsh kiss and a demand to shut up. Then the world went topsy turvy and all Hero wanted was Rho's hands back in his hair. Well, actually all Hero wanted was to come and just pet the sweaty golden skin for a while.

A silly smile on his face, he pet along Rho's thighs and just watched his current bed partner reach his pleasure. It was entrancing and Hero stared openly, sharp gasps and bitten lips, hands squeezing tightly when he wanted to come so bad but had to hold on. "I can't," he panted, face flushed and hands moving to grip Rho's hips. He bent his legs for resistance against the bed and held Rho steady, forcing him to be still and then Hero sprinted for the finish line. His head tipped back and his back arched and he glided in and out of the supple heat, flesh slapping against flesh so loudly Hero even had the good sense to worry briefly about it. Though if Rho's sharp cries hadn't tipped anyone off then this wasn't going to do it.

"I'm sorry..." With a punched out grunt, Hero pressed himself deep into Rhosiris before he came, a few more erratic thrusts and another soft groan he let himself fall back onto the bed. Hips rocking for as long as his body let him and his hands smoothed up and down Rho's thighs and sides. Hero moved to sit up, sweaty and panting, his hair sticking to him anywhere it touched on his dark skin. "I'm sorry," he panted, eyes hooded, "I didn't expect this and you're so into it and it's so hot and..." Hero sat up, curling his arms around Rho's torso and pressing their sweaty chests together, he nippled and whatever flesh was near his mouth and looked up at Rho adoringly.

Clearly he was suffering from fuzzysex feelings because all he wanted to do was roll over and cuddle. Spoon. Hero nuzzled against him and pet at his back, "I'm sorry, did you finish?" It seemed like an odd question but.. Did he come like a guy did? Shoot stuff outta the hose end? Do it like a lady? Hero was at a loss on what to do look for, what cues to pick up on, so he just resumed cuddling. Worst case scenario he could just... Suck him off or something, which would still be pretty hot.

[nephero]

It was the little things that made all the difference. Rhosiris, while not having had a partner before, wasn't a stranger to his own pleasure. He knew what he liked and how he wanted it and he knew his reward would be seeing... well. Stars. But whatever stars he had in mind were nothing-- mere pinpricks of light in the morning sky compared to the sheer supernova of brilliance that was this.

All because Hero had that astoundingly doofy smile on his face while Rho rode him to hell and back. Or tried to; he was close, so very, very close. He could feel it building, the slow, aching tension at his core as it all built up and up, teasing him at the very precipice of everything but never quite making it there. Rhosiris gasped as Hero gripped him, held him steady and just slammed into him-- and that might have been enough to start the supernova in earnest if Hero hadn't suddenly... stopped.

At first, Rhosiris had no idea what happened. It had happened so quickly, he was confused-- did Hero not like this? Had he done something wrong? Had he been hurt somehow? Or, and here was the absolute worst thought of the bunch: was Rhosiris truly that undesirable? Hero had seemed to be enjoying himself, had looked like he'd really been enjoying himself! But only for a few seconds, and then suddenly the human was like a boned fish beneath him, hands shaking as they moved over Rho's thighs.

And Rho was utterly baffled for it. He was panting, sweaty, dripping pearly fluid between them and still painfully hard for all the buildup and absolutely no release. Hero was apologizing, was sitting up and holding Rho in a way that had the elf's stomach clenching harder than getting thoroughly fucked had done, but the apologies and the question remained the same:

Did you finish?

Did Rhosiris finish?

"No," he replied with as much incredulity as he felt, giving his hips a little experimental rock and finding the solid presence from before had thoroughly softened, and that was most certainly not the same. Not the same at all.

"No, I didn't finish, I--" the wiggling had felt odd, and another rocking motion had Hero slipping out completely, much to Rhosiris' thorough disappointment. All he was left with was the faint memory of touch against skin that yearned for more, needed more, was utterly aching for more and... had nothing.

He'd betrayed the love of his life for this?

"No," he repeated, teeth bared in annoyance as he stared down at that sweet, goofy, precious grin and hated himself all the more. "I'm not done, just a little more--"

He wanted to open a floodgate of questions, like why Hero had come so little, what Rho had done wrong to make it that spectacularly mediocre, and more. But right then all Rho wanted was at least the reward of a supernova. He needed at least that much; he couldn't have done all this, thrown away all he had, and not get to the end himself. It was...

No.

"I'm close. Please." His voice was husky, and he hoped it seemed out of desire, because he was not prepared to deal with everything right then and there. He shifted, leaning back yet still in Hero's lap, one hand bracing himself against the bed while the other slid between them, between his own legs, fingers plunging into himself and feeling disappointingly inadequate.

This couldn't be happening. He keened, high and breathless, through his nose, lips pressed into a tight line and eyes squeezed shut as he drove himself over that edge. Over the edge and with no supernovas, but stars nonetheless, a minutes-long procession of stars that began faintly and rose to a crescendo, seed splattering against his stomach at the height of feeling before it all slowly wound down again.

And then it was over. Still too soon, it seemed, though longer than his partner's had been. Rhosiris was a mess: sweat was dripping down his chest and thighs, his lungs struggled to provide air in the stuffy heat of the room, and worse still Rhosiris was left with the sense that this all should have been so much more.

Still, he was far too overwhelmed to brood, shaking with residual pleasure as he laid back on the bed and looked, heavy-lidded, up at the ceiling. Slowly, he considered his own fingers, at the faint signs of fluid that wasn't his on them.

"I was... that bad? Why did it take you so quick?"

[Draconian]

Well that all spiraled out of control very quickly.

Hero had moved to open his mouth, get his hands working but all he could do was squeeze the golden thighs and look up at a disappointed face. One that quickly turned to frustration and then Hero got himself some front seats to a show and if hadn't be drained and noodle spined no doubt he would have stood at attention for such a display. Still, Hero wasn't able to get a word in edgewise and all he could do was move his hands in what he thought was a soothing fashion. The minutes long display had him a little worried for his partners well being but...

Soon enough, all seemed fine. Sort of.

Fine but disappointed.

The question caught him off guard and Hero blinked owlishly and then his tired flush turned into one of embarrassment and he felt his chest tighten. Hero glanced away and sat up, moving his hands up and off of his partners legs to peel his hair from his neck and shoulders. Awkwardly he finger combed the knots away while he tried to explain 'why it was so quick'. Hero would be the first to admit that maybe he didn't last quite as long as he wanted to and there had been no eyes rolling into the backs of heads.

"Um," Hero said, voice quiet and rough before he decided 'fuck it' and smoothed his hands up and down Rho's thighs again. "It got to the tipping point and I couldn't not come?" Hero gave a small shrug, a little confused and he chewed on his lip. "You're not bad," Hero whispered and leaned forward to fold over Rho, propping himself up above the golden elf. The position was a little awkward but it was the closeness he craved. Almost intimate. Hero's hair had been pulled over one shoulder and he pressed a gentle kiss to Rho's collar and neck after he adjusted to hover above his most recent bed partner.

"You've got a strange beauty to you and you looked so into it and erotic and... It just really hit all my buttons and I'm really sorry that I couldn't do it for you," Hero pressed another kiss to Rho's neck before he moved to slink away, untangling their limbs and moving to sit at the edge of the bed naked. Taking a moment, head forward, put his back on display and it was an intricate tapestry of black knots and angles that spread over his spine and down the backs of his arms, an interesting design in the sense that it wasn't visible at all from the front. Hero looked down at his hands and stood up leg's a little wobbly but he'd taken his few minutes to recover enough to move around naked and unashamed.

"Maybe next time, if there's a next time, I'll know what to expect and I can... Help make the show instead of just enjoy it," Because watching someone get themselves off was always a good time and Rho had to have been one of the least self-conscious person he'd ever met when it came to their own pleasure and damn if he didn't think that was the hottest thing he'd seen. Hero paused then, looking a little concerned before he scooped up his clothes and laid them on the side of the bed, bending to also grab Rho's and gently place them over a chair at the desk they'd been making out on.

"You're okay though, right?" Concern laced his features and Hero moved to a wash basin in the corner of the room, grabbing a cloth, dipping it in room temperature water and handing it to the beautiful tired golden elf on his bed - Hero could clean himself later, it was his room after all, "I mean... I know how humans do it but you looked a little intense there. Is that normal?"

[nephero]

   Rhosiris frowned a bit in confusion at Hero's explanation. That hadn't been what the elf had asked— he knew how coming worked, he knew there was sometimes simply no helping that, but that hadn't been the problem. His confusion only grew, blond brows knit tight together to where Rho might have started showing a wrinkle if his kind were capable of such things. Luckily for him and the rest of his long-lived race, though, he didn't have to worry about all his frowning coming back to haunt him later in life.

   Hero kissed at his neck and collar, and for half of a moment Rho forgot his confusion, a soft note of pleasure escaping him despite himself. Rho carded one hand— the one not currently a sticky mess, anyway— through Hero's hair to keep it out of the man's face, giving Rhosiris ample time to get his own thoughts in order and figure out exactly what it was he needed to ask in order to understand. A moment that was prolonged when Hero slid from the bed to retrieve his clothes and tidy up the room a bit.

   Rhosiris eyed his own clothes, half folded over the back of a chair as they were, and shivered lightly as the heat of the room started to seep out, leaving him in nothing but cooling sweat and the remnants of his own earlier passions. More than a little grateful for the cloth Hero gave him, Rho first swiped over his face before setting to wiping off his belly and between his legs. It did wonders for making him feel a little less physically dirty, but didn't much help him figure out just what the hell he was meant to do now.

   If he had done this right, if he had done anything right, he wouldn't have needed to question that. He'd still be in bed— both of them would— curled up and sated and all the deeply romantic, intimate parts of what followed their joining. But this wasn't that. And despite it all being Rho's choice— or maybe it was because it had been Rho's own choice— he felt the difference strongly. As strongly as he'd felt the differences between his and Hero's bodies, in how they were and how they worked.

   Rho sat up on the bed with a sigh, and fiddled with the rag, folding it into tighter and tighter squares with all the dirtied parts tucked away.

   "No, I'm fine, that was..." Well. It wasn't actually normal. Or at least, Rho didn't think it had been normal. There were a hundred different things he'd imagined his first time would have been like, and none of it had involved going up to a complete stranger's room and... well. Though, as Rho looked to the side to where Hero stood, the thought of there being a 'next time' had his hearts beating just a little faster. Which also should not have been normal.

   Was it just him that wasn't normal, then?

   "That was normal," Rhosiris said, looking away and down into his lap, hair falling in stray strands across his shoulder. He'd need to rebraid it all, pin it back into place before he left, or at least comb out the tangled pieces to where it didn't look like someone had gone and tousled the lot of it. "Sort of, anyway. It can be more intense, though, for some."

   The thought was enough to have Rhosiris moving out of the bed, wanting his clothes back now that he was covered in a fair amount of gooseflesh and trembling. Rho tried not to rush pulling on his shirt and pants again, sitting gingerly in the chair to put on his boots— that, at least, seemed to be normal, the residual soreness of their coupling present with every bending motion. It might have felt good, if Rhosiris weren't struggling to feel much of anything at all.

   "I suppose it's another case of... having nipples. Or something," Rho bit at his lip, trying to at least brush off yet another difference if only because at the end of the day, none of this was Hero's fault. It wasn't Hero's fault he was free to do as humans would and take partners as they saw fit. It wasn't Hero's fault that Rho had jumped in bed knowing it was wrong. And it certainly wasn't Hero's fault that he didn't know what to expect. That neither of them had known what to expect.

   And Hero had wanted to make it good for Rho. It wasn't his fault that Rho was such a mess. Swallowing around the sudden terror that maybe it never could be good for Rho, that he was doomed to this kind of half life, Rhosiris got to his wobbly feet and hastily fingercombed his hair loose, letting it fall where it would in gentle residual waves. He got his armor back on in record time, despite the shaking of his fingers, and it was only once he was fully dressed again that he was able to look Hero in the eyes.

   "Though you might want to reconsider how you introduce yourself. I don't think a dog would have been near so... tender." It was an absolute wreck of a thing to say, like knocking over a thousand priceless vases, and Rho snapped his mouth shut almost immediately afterwards, lips a thin line as he made for the door to keep himself from making an even bigger asshole of himself.

[Draconian]

Herostratus would never tell anyone he was an amazing human being who never failed or made mistakes. He would say, however, that he never regretted anything he'd done and if he was going to make a mistake he was going to commit to it. Hero chewed on his lip while he watched Rho, rubbed his wrists and awkwardly moved around. Usually he was a lot better with the whole After The Fact but usually - usually- he kept his escapades during the evening hours and sometimes they even spent the night.

Not this time though. Today was apparently the day of the Nipple Situation and Hero didn't want to push any buttons that he'd already tried and failed to push. Hero just... Let it happen. Felt a little guilty at how awkward everything had... Ended. He didn't try to stop Rho. Didn't offer any words of comfort or mention anything. Simply watched. Watched him get ready to leave. Hero wanted to cuddle. Wanted to bury his hair in all that glorious golden hair. Braid it and brush it and then...

Hero sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck before glancing away and just tried not to look. Though his head whipped around when Rho spoke. Surprised to see him fully dressed in such a short amount of time. Had Hero been that bad? He winced slightly, head down while he tried his best to stay out of the way. The parting words, about being more mindful of what he called himself in the future caught him off guard and Hero blinked widely and watched Rho... Leave. 

Like hell was the tall golden elf gonna get the last word in.

Quickly, he rushed after the elf. Giving a few seconds between the door closing and a few moments for Rho to walk down the hall to get out of the barracks. "It was nice meeting you, Rhosiris," Hero said quickly and not at all under his breath before he took a step back and not so gently shut his down to go open his window. The room was stuffy now and while it didn't smell terrible to him, no doubt it didn't smell overly lovely to any potential visitors in the future. Had he just caused a mess? Hero sighed and sat on his bed, dragging his legs up so he could cover his hands with his face and sigh.

What had just happened and how terribly did he ruin it. At least it was nice and Hero knew he wouldn't want to scrub away the memory any time soon. Rho had been... Enchanting in an odd way. Oh well, Hero thought, he supposed he'd see him again someday and... He could apologize then.