altimit | .:October Fun Times:.

[ It's okay if Michel can only manage to hang onto his horny-like words at this time. He would still be very valid for doing so.

That being the case, Ganymede is very attentive to the aborted request even after the other tries to distract him with a kiss. Though he is very involved in receiving the soft gesture of affection against his lips nonetheless, returning it briefly with not short amount of eagerness as he's carried along to their bed, though a strike of undoubtable curiosity flickers across his blue eyes. Especially once he breaks the kiss. ]

Could I what? Tell me about it?

[ Did Michel really think he could distract Ganymede from what he said for long? ]

[ Oh. He hadn't had a chance to think of something more acceptable to say while he was preoccupied carrying Ganymede, and kissing him. Michel turns beet red and dives in for another kiss almost as soon as he's set Ganymede down on the mattress, clumsy in his panic now. ]

N-no, um...

[ Oh, hell. What does he even say? He presses a few more flustered kisses along Ganymede's cheek, safely averting his eyes from eye contact before he even attempts to fumble forward again. ]

I was only, ah... w-wondering... If you knew any dances that would, um, s-simplify taking your clothes off...

[ Help, he's getting quieter with each word, in danger of expiring any second now. ]

[ Clumsily set down on the mattress, he lands gracefully despite it and rolls conspiring against me in his recent adventures.

Getting a few more flustered kisses, Ganymede can only smile and return them, all the same, one for each of Michel's cheeks. He's helping? He's definitely helping. It's reassurance, but in kisses. ]

...Oh.

You mean strip dancing? I can do that too, if you want.

[ Ganymede's eyes go half-lidded, looking at his embarrassed boyfriend with appropriate inappropriate thoughts, hands reaching out again, lightly pressing against the front of the other male's chest....before he pulls back and kicks off his sandals, which disperse gracefully. ]

Do you want me to teach you it too?

[ Ganymede, don't just say it right out like that... Michel might actually faint from how red he's getting. Although, really, isn't it good that Ganymede wasn't offended by the question?

...And isn't it even better that Ganymede does, in fact, know how...? ]

T-teach me? [ Wait, Ganymede isn't expecting him to dance, is he? Michel leans in for a kiss, reaching for Ganymede's shoulders again to draw him in for a moment. ] I, I can't dance... But, will you show me anyway...?

[ A wholly selfish request, but still. His gaze is a little hopeful when the kiss breaks again, and he nuzzles Ganymede's jaw in gentle persuasion. ]

[ Michel fainting mid-sex...honestly, Ganymede wouldn't even be offended. Not really.

He meets the kiss with a smile still on his lips, leaning back into it, and, well...with those hands on his shoulders, bringing him in close, it makes it all the more easy. ]

I'll be more than happy to show you.

[ His words are spoken gently, when the kiss is broken, though he does give another swift kiss, more like a peck against the lips, before he presses a single finger to Michel's lips. Then he slips away, a flourish, far too elegant to be done by many people, from where he originally was seated on the bed. Now, he is standing once again, barefooted, behind the other male. ]

...But, there is a learning curve. So, naturally, we'll start the first lesson here. Which means you should just sit still on the bed, and watch, okay?

[ It isn't too hard to see he prefers to do this while standing; that is the crux of a strip dance anyway. Even if he supposes he might be able to do it on the bed too; that said, he acts as if he's teaching Michel for fun anyways, knowing the other wants to see more than learn.

That being the case, he will start to strike another performance for Michel's eyes only, waiting for him to face him. A certain sway of his hips in thin clothing, before bending over, hands sliding up his own thighs, to underneath those robes, to grab a hold of cloth underwear, somehow effortlessly sliding that down his thighs. Then after a twirl, he has stepped out of it, and slid it into one hand, tossing it right over his shoulder. ]

Edited 2023-11-18 02:13 (UTC)

That much... I can manage.

[ Potentially without fainting, although there are no guarantees in this life. A tiny awkward smile tugs at the corner of Michel's lips as he sits properly on the edge of the bed, his hands tightly gripping his knees for restraint, his gaze riveted on Ganymede.

He'd told him first that the movements were what he likes most about his dances. And, oh, that isn't wrong. Michel doesn't need an eye for artistry to be transfixed by it. Every single motion is fluid and graceful, swaying like tree branches in a breeze, as if swept along by music that Michel can't hear. He feels so clumsy watching this, so awkwardly aware of his every movement; and then he sees the underwear sliding down Ganymede's legs and his mouth goes dry.

Knowing that now as he dances, there's nothing else under those flimsy robes... Michel's gaze darts to every movement that makes the robes lift and swirl, every flash of skin they reveal. And his grip on his knees tightens exponentially. ]

For how long?

[ Ganymede teases, perhaps unsurprisingly, blue eyes catching the way those hands are balled up, gripping onto his knees, gaze unflinching and unwavering as he gives the dancer his full attention. He is enjoying this as much as Michel is, eyes creasing with delightful inappropriate joy and excitement as he continues dancing, as it moving to an invisible beat, footsteps light as a feather.

A flurry of movement meaning he is a bit farther now.

Another twirl begins a slide of one glove off of his hands, because in this outfit he certainly does have those. On the other, he brings one gloved hand glove to his mouth, biting into the cloth, and giving it a tug, which seamlessly slips into a hand to be discarded with the other. Next, of course, follows a thin sash keeping the robes in place, and with a flurry as well as a flick of his wrist, it falls to his knees, leaving him in jewelry and just his delicate, thin robes.

The tease that he is, he hasn't taken them off just yet. But he takes one step in front of the other, back closer to Michel. Fortunately, as mentioned before, his footwear has also been taken care of, so the reasonable conclusion of what will follow next is clear. ]

I do have a little self-control...

[ Or so he would have thought, before this. When Ganymede bites down on that glove, Michel swallows visibly, his eyes going wide. For just a moment he thinks he might be swaying in place from the wave of pure longing that sweeps over him. What is it about that gesture that's so alluring?

It's unreasonable. It's irrational. And it's incredibly beautiful.

When Ganymede steps closer Michel can't help but trying to reach for him, hardly aware of his hands leaving their death grip on his knees for this. There's nothing holding Ganymede's robes fastened now, and Michel is sure the slightest push would slide them off his body. A tiny push that he would be more than happy to give... but if Ganymede continues to tease, he will stay seated right where he is, just watching raptly for the arc of that dance to carry Ganymede back into his arms again. ]

Do you? And if you believe that's the case ... for how long can you keep it up?

[ Is that doubt to be found in Ganymede's voice? Perish the thought. Can't be anything like that at all.

Either way, he lets the other reach for him, and those fingers will find themselves easily entangled in cloth that's still loosely hanging off of Ganymede's body. The blond will still twirl, slide one hand each from both sides of the robes barely touching him, and then fall mostly onto the ground, with some portions of said robes hanging onto the cloth that hasn't managed to hit the floor.

For all intents and purposes, Ganymede is naked, in front of him, enough to plant his hands atop Michel's shoulders, lean in close and capture his lips in a searing kiss, smile and all. ]

[ Depending on just how he interprets that little tease... Michel feels like he can keep some things up quite a while now, thank you.

When Ganymede leans in, Michel tilts his head up to meet him, his hands settling low at the small of Ganymede's back to tug him even closer. His heartbeat is thundering in his ears now, and the only thing hotter than the demanding press of Ganymede's lips against his is the sight of him standing there, all but naked in only his jewelry and bangles.

Michel turns a gasp into a gentle sound of demand and angles his head as he swipes at Ganymede's lips with his tongue. He would give him an answer in words... if it were worth freeing his mouth to do that. Instead he offers it in touch, his hands wandering over every inch of Ganymede, briefly up his back and then down to squeeze appreciatively at his rear. ]

[ Glad to be of service!

Well, either way, Ganymede allows himself to be tugged closer, his hands sliding over those shoulders, to his back easier since Michel is sitting down, deepening the kiss with ease thanks to the gasp, opening his mouth to allow his tongue to meet the other's. It feels nice, the way those hands roam Ganymede's mostly naked body (with indeed the exception of his jewelry), and the grasp against his ass is also appreciated, conjuring a muffled sound from him.

It's also easier to bring back one hand, bringing it low, to boldly touch at the other male, between the other male's legs. Michel hasn't been wearing his armor, has he? Since instead of making his rounds, he's been at home. He wants to tease him a bit, grip firm against the cloth enough to give a squeeze. ]

[ Luckily for Ganymede's ambitions, Michel indeed wears his more ordinary clothes when he isn't venturing into dungeons. The armor feels comfortable to him now — why wouldn't it, for someone who had come here hoping to escape from exactly these mundane trappings? But he's most likely wearing this to sprawl around the house in, and he feels the warmth of Ganymede's hand through the cloth perfectly well. And Ganymede, in turn, can so easily feel just how much Michel has been enjoying his dances.

His moan is muffled against Ganymede's lips, but his urgency is obvious in the way he arches into Ganymede's palm, body jolting eagerly into that touch. He's wound so tightly now from all the teasing that every little sensation feels overwhelming already: the slight chill of metal against his skin when he brushes against one of Ganymede's bangles as he draws him closer, the taste of Ganymede's tongue against his, the soft wet noises of the kiss. He's not thinking clearly enough now to have an intent or a plan, only holding tightly to Ganymede as if letting go of him is unimaginable. ]

[ Michel's taking to wearing something like ordinary clothing when they're at home makes for his fun adventure to remain as exactly that and fortuitous indeed. The fact that Ganymede can feel the excitement from where he touches Michel is enthralling, and oh, the sound that comes from the other man is no less incredible. Even when swallowed up by the kiss.

To say nothing of the way he arches into his hand like that. He squeezes Michel's hard length through the cloth a few more times, before beginning to undo the front, so he slip in, aiming to boldly pull his cock right out. His movements are eager and shameless, so he can continue to touch him, lighter still once finding heated, excited skin. He breathes heavily, pulling his head back slightly out of the kiss to catch a breath of fresh air, and dares to lick his lips right in front of Michel. ]

How much self-control do you think you have now?

[ Michel already had to let go of his knees to transfer his grip to Ganymede, so Ganymede can feel it full well for himself when that question makes Michel's hands tighten again, squeezing high on Ganymede's thighs as he hauls Ganymede a little closer. His breath hitches on a harsh gasp, unmuffled by the kiss now, and when Ganymede licks his lips pointedly Michel bites his own. ]

...I-it lasted longer than your clothes did.

[ Which is to say: whatever the value was, it's melted away now. Ganymede is irresistible, and pressed close like this, Michel can't imagine why he'd bother to try. He leans in to press a persuasive kiss to Ganymede's jaw and eases one hand around to curl his fingers around Ganymede's cock, stroking gently. If Ganymede is going to tease him, he has no reason not to retaliate. ]

[ A soft sound that may be something — delighted and amused surprise? — leaves Ganymede's lips as he's hauled closer, the small distance between them made so much smaller now. Can he keep his lips upwards in a smile? Hard to say when he's watching how Michel reacts, and then he speaks, which makes him let out a snort of sorts. ]

...It did. I thought it'd go sooner than that, though—

[ A rare acquiesce, but maybe he finds it too funny not to agree. But, the intimate distance and the hand around his cock tears a small noise from him. Silly Ganymede, forgetting Michel has hands and he can use them. Though, he does turn his head slightly, if only to return the kiss, head leaning forward to see if he can engage in a deeper one — maybe now to make a little game out of it. Who will concede first in the little game of teasing and ask more? Ganymede slides a thumb over the tip of Michel's length and starts up a better, more consistent rhythm, up and down, as he is held close. ]

[ So even Ganymede can be agreeable like this? For very relative values of "agreeable"...

Michel moans a little noise of amusement into the kiss, parting his lips as he leans in to meet that challenge. He can't give in and ask for anything when his mouth is this occupied. Unless the urgent way he kisses Ganymede counts as a request in and of itself, the way he angles his head so their lips lock perfectly, each swipe of his tongue against Ganymede's. If he stops to think about it, it's almost odd how natural this feels to him now.

But he doesn't stop to think. He whimpers softly into Ganymede's mouth when Ganymede's fingertips graze over the sensitive tip, then redoubles his effort in their little competition. Not that he should be challenging a dancer to a rhythm game. He bucks his hips into Ganymede's touch and strokes him faster, tugging Ganymede forward with his hand on his hip until he's pulled Ganymede so close between his legs that their cocks are nearly brushing against each other now. ]

I-I'm... lucky you danced so quickly, then...

[ He certainly can be! From now on, he will be back to only disagreeable, though (just kidding. Kind of.)

Whatever the case, he feels the urgency (and amusement?) in the kiss, his own tongue meeting Michel's only to silently meet the request of furthering their intimacy. Always welcome, always far more excited in ways he doesn't bother to care or examine—though perhaps he should. But even if he did, would it change anything? His feelings for Michel are true, even if he feels less impulse control these days.

Then there's the whimper from Michel, before the blond feels the hand stroke him faster, so that his grip on one shoulder tightens and Ganymede moans against Michel's mouth. Then, of course himself so close and leaning, pressing into the touch, with a slight jingle of his bangles the infinitesimal distance even between their cocks is briefly breached. Not for long, with their hands in the way, however. ]

Haa-aah, M-Michel...please.

[ Though even as he says this, unable to properly respond, he squeezes along the cock in his hand, smaller than Michel's, yet somehow coordinated even with a slight tremble, jerking the length a bit harder. ]

[ Just when Michel thinks they can't possibly get any closer... The heated slide of skin against skin, the friction and the intimacy of it sends a jolt of pleasure through him so sharp that for a second he thinks he might have literally seen stars. His hips jolt to thrust into Ganymede's hand, careless of how the motion disrupts their touch, just wanting to rub against him one more time. ]

Anything — anything you want...

[ Although he's not waiting for Ganymede to answer that breathless promise before he moves, wrapping his hands around Ganymede's waist to tumble back onto the bed with him. It's not the most graceful of maneuvers, Michel still encumbered with most of his clothes, Ganymede entirely bare except for the gentle chiming sound of his jewelry. But even that only adds to Michel's excitement as he showers kisses over Ganymede's jaw, his throat, his shoulder, more than half distracted as he tries to roll them so he's on top again. ]

[ Isn't that the most wonderous part of it all? But, ah, with the way Michel jolts forward into his touch...it's incredible. Distracting, and even disruptive in the loveliest of the ways.

He's not able to answer the words that fall open from Michel's lips in response regardless, and he feels himself — no knows he's falling forward, yet safe in the other's arms despite the ungraceful tumble. He doesn't quite pay attention to his own positioning, not caring, all he can feel is Michel's kisses all over him. Loving, attentive, almost all-consuming. But, ah, he imparts a fleeting one when they're rolled over, mind in an excited haze as well. There's something exhilarating about being still left bare, and Michel, still mostly (practically) clothed.

Still, he is unashamed and rolls his hips against his. With Michel's cock taken out, he has no doubts that it'll bring on more contact between the both of them, including that part of him which remains conspicuously exposed, a soft gasp escaping him all the while. ]

I want you. Always.

[ Ganymede is perfectly safe with him. Still, now, always. In this moment the doubts that have been creeping in lately are perfectly erased. Michel nuzzles at him adoringly, pressing another kiss to the fluttering beat of Ganymede's pulse. He's so frantic now... and even still, it's nearly irresistible to shower Ganymede in these little affections. ]

Y-you've made that... very clear.

[ But has Ganymede really understood how deeply Michel feels that in turn? Michel captures one of Ganymede's hands briefly, only momentarily sidetracked to gasp as he grinds against Ganymede again. He wants too much all at once. But he still manages to plant a gentle kiss on Ganymede's palm, then his wrist before he twines their fingers together and lets his weight settle forward. Like this it's easy to rock his hips against Ganymede's, his fingers tightening on Ganymede's hand to cling tightly. ]

[ Ganymede only sees, feels, and acknowledges Michel right now. It is like nothing else matters. The light press of those lips against his skin is always welcome, though when he hears the comment thrown his way, he gives a look. ]

M-Maybe I just wanted you to hear it again.

[ The words come out almost breathless, hearing that gasp, and on the receiving end of the man grinding up against him, which bare like this leaves an opportunity for nothing but skin contact. The friction makes him like a sound noise of his own, but the gentle maneuvers are not missed either, making his cheeks feel hotter...paying that kind of loving affection right now is sweet. He squeezes their hand and moans as he wraps his legs around Michel and rocks back up against Michel, his straining cock even managing to rub against the other male's fortuitously. ]

You've already made me blush...

[ But he could never tire of hearing it. He doesn't know if he'll always need that reassurance that Ganymede's heart hasn't changed, when Ganymede shows him with actions constantly. But he knows he'll never regret having it.

He gasps softly when Ganymede manages to rub against him again and finally reaches down to settle his hand on Ganymede's hip, pulling him gently upwards. Always, Ganymede says. Always always? Michel has begun to take for granted some of the conveniences of a game, with no concept of how much more difficult this might be in reality. But he still always watches Ganymede's reaction carefully as he grinds down against him, shifting the angle until he presses the tip of his cock just inside him. ]

I could spend... a hundred, a thousand years with you, and it would never be enough.

I could make you blush some more!

[ As long as Michel is with him, his heart may not ever change. So full and filled to the brim of love, the only way it can darken is if someone should happen to exact harm on his loved ones. And even still, his love for Michel will always remain, should always persist.

Ganymede feels himself pulled slightly, easy still with his weight and Michel's — in game — in comparison. His breaths are already coming out fast, with small gasps alongside each shift against him in turn — until the other's cock begins to be eased into him, and he eagerly moves to try to get more of him inside. If he hasn't been holding onto him tightly, he sure is now. ]

That's how it should be. E-Eternity...with you would make it more than worth it.

[ Eternity is different from even a thousand or a hundred years but it might as well be exactly that. Ganymede is not taking any criticism today. ]

Edited 2023-11-26 00:33 (UTC)

You're... you always hope for so much...

[ "Eternity" is seeming more and more impossible lately. He feels things slipping, uncertain. Beyond his ability to promise. But he thinks... hasn't Ganymede always dreamed like that? He can't remember every instance. But he knows Ganymede is like that, always grasping for the stars and the sun itself, fearless. And for just a little while while he reflects that light, Michel can be fearless too. He lowers his voice softly. ]

...I would be beyond blessed to spend that eternity with you.

[ He wishes for it deeply. But he isn't afraid to cherish just this moment too. When Ganymede moves to meet him Michel lets out a quiet moan and rolls his hips forward. The thrust is slow and deep, patient as always, more than willing to let Ganymede set the tempo when he begins to move. ]

With you, it feels possible.

[ Ganymede says gently, but also firmly as well; he remembers...when it was revealed that they were 'trapped'. His memories of that other world have steadily slipped away so much, though incidents and his reactions are clear. Him running back to the guild, arms around his knees, falling deeper into the darkness, watching as darkness edged around his vision.

Michel might not recall instantly, but he remembers, the man coming towards him, and a rare, clear certainty in his eyes when he said, 'I do.' What a time to think about that now, surrounded in Michel's passionate embrace... ]

I-I'm happy to hear that...

[ Ganymede's words come out in a soft sigh, pitching upwards when Michel's hips roll, driving the man slowly, carefully, and deep into him. He is, as always, a little impatient when he meets such a thrust, even afterwards continuing to thrust down as much as he can with a small moan, greedily desiring every inch Michel has to lovingly grant him. ]

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WEH THAT ICON

:3c

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