altimit | .:October Fun Times:.

[ 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. ]

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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. ]

[ Michel's smile softens a little further, quiet and gentle. With him, it feels possible? He won't let himself think of the negative corrolary to that now. It just feels... dizzying, and incredibly sweet, to think that he could be that for Ganymede, when Ganymede is like a beacon of hope himself... ]

I wish you could always be this happy.

[ He wishes that were something he could secure. That he could always make Ganymede happy, safe and fulfilled and content, just like this. Even in a perfect world things wouldn't always be so easy. But... they can at least have this perfect moment.

Michel gasps softly when Ganymede arches up to meet him, his fingertips stroking affectionately at his hip. He knows Ganymede is always like this — just a little impatient, just a little demanding. Reckless and needy and trusting. Even with the experience they've been building up, together, Michel still feels overwhelmed each time by Ganymede's tight heat around him, the little moans so close to his ear. He turns his head for another tender kiss as he gives Ganymede another second to adjust before beginning to move, long and slow strokes just a touch possessive. ]

Ahh...me too.

[ Ganymede acknowledges, his voice gentle, even if a bit unsteady from their lovemaking. It's impossible for that not to be the case, and he even seems to acknowledge it is just improbable to be 'happy' all the time. Though, he doesn't mean for it to be a sad thing. He is not a logical first kind of person, but even he knows this. All the same, he is happy enough most of the time when Michel is with him, even if that isn't 'always', and...softly, against the kiss when it ends: ]

But, you make me happy. That is more than enough for me.

[ Michel just needs to be by his side. They can carry each other through it all, even when they are sad, when they are struggling, and they are just simply taking the time now, to envelope one another with their affection. He is unable to keep from letting more sounds escape him when Michel joins in moving against him in earnest. His moans escape from his throat, louder than before, enjoying what Michel has to give him, and yet he still rolls his hips constantly to greedily try to grab more. ]

M-more...

[ Had he ever expected in his lifetime to be "enough" for anyone? It doesn't feel correct. He knows... there's always a catch somewhere down the line. Some condition he doesn't know yet, the moment when Ganymede realizes that Michel never deserved this warmth and doesn't know how to hold it.

But that moment isn't now. And he still can marvel at something beautiful, even if it's fleeting. Michel brushes a soft kiss against Ganymede's cheek, then a slightly clumsier one to the tip of his nose. It's harder to do this when they're in motion, each thrust jolting both their bodies gently. But it's impossible to resist Ganymede when he looks like this. ]

"More than enough"... but the first thing you say is, "more."

[ There's an unvoiced laugh in Michel's voice, and his eyes are bright with it as he presses another clumsy kiss to Ganymede's forehead on the next downward press of his hips. He's teasing now; and even that feels like a wonder to him, that he could feel at ease enough with anyone in a moment of vulnerability like this to do that. That they could feel comfortable enough, together. ]

I wonder if you could ever be satisfied...

[ It's funny that, of all the relationships Ganymede has had, he never figured ever once considering that there would be a catch, where he had always thought before with the other ones. The other people he was with, he never properly flirted with, he never slept with, and he never did much of anything with them at all. They were all obsessed with his appearance.

Though...at this time, he doesn't even remember those relationships. All he remembers is Michel, and what he had written down of him, of what he could about him in an attempt to try to preserve what he could when his memories began to leave him. Yet, he thinks they will both be forever. Forever and always. He does smile a little when he feels kisses planted against his cheek and nose. He told you kisses against noses were fun!

And then, Michel is teasing him. ]

Excuse me.

[ Michel grants him another blessing in the form of a forehead kiss, though, and all is mostly forgiven. Mostly. The way the other presses into him drops another soft sigh from him, and a soft, but undeniable noise of pleasure as he times what he can with his hips moving upward to meet Michel's. He tries to catch the other's lips against his swiftly, in a light peck as he breathes out his next words, practically in a bit of a pant. ]

W-what's that supposed to mean? I'm...I just know you'll give me more to be satisfied, that's all...mm.

Mm...

[ It's more a groan than a noise of agreement, but Michel's smile widens just a little more. He tilts his head to kiss Ganymede back, leisurely and careful as he shifts how he's supporting his weight enough to free one hand to reach between them and wrap his fingers around Ganymede's cock. ]

And after this...? How long will you be content before you're asking me for more again?

[ The warmth in his voice is transparently teasing, overwhelmingly fond. It's hard to believe in this moment how distressed Ganymede had been when he returned home. He knows all of those things aren't forgotten, by any means. But if he can give Ganymede something pleasant to think about for a while, a moment of reprieve...

Michel strokes him gently with each thrust, slow and steady and savoring. He's giving him more, just like Ganymede asked for. But he's taking his time as well just to lose himself in Ganymede for this little while. ]

[ Ganymede's breath hitches somewhere as his thoughts shift somewhere, towards ... well, less of a coherent path than before with Michel's hand slipping around his cock, stroking at him all at the same time he thrusts into him.

He can only squirm, trying to still get more, but his body seems uncertain which direction to try to lean into more. Soon, Ganymede is letting out another moan, definitely and pleasantly distracted like this, underneath Michel. He can hear the fondness and Ganymede tries to give a look between pouty and not — he still likes that playfulness from Michel despite it. ]

Mm...ahh...I-I don't know.

[ Certainly the events in which his heart and mind have been in such turmoil are not forgotten—an impossibility by even such a moment like this. Though they are certainly in the category of a temporary 'out of mind, out of sight', area, that's for sure. But, like this, he can still think — put together some sentences, even while being pleasured. ]

Maybe — eventually. Y-Yeah, eventually sounds good.

[ Before Ganymede, he never imagined he could feel this giddy. He never thought a pout could look so cute, either. He kisses the corner of Ganymede's mouth, breathing out a quiet chuckle against Ganymede's cheek. ]

"Eventually"...

[ Is Ganymede even tracking the question still? Then again, Michel certainly isn't. His thoughts are on the way Ganymede moves under him, the encouraging squirming and the way Ganymede shifts into his touch. The fact that Ganymede so clearly loves the way he touches him... enough to entice him with that earlier dance, the memory of which can still hasten Michel's movements just a little as he presses deep with a low sigh of contentment. ]

A-and... "eventually," will you dance like that for me again...?

[ Cheek kisses are rude and not allowed with Ganymede making le pouty expressions. Just kidding, he does lean into the one given, a little, his breath coming a bit faster now. For a moment unable to respond as a gentle moan leaves him other than a nod when Michel repeats the word — eventually. He's clearly not thinking too hard here. ]

Ah...aah...yes. Ah—lways, with you.

[ So good, so good, even at this pace, with Michel's hand wrapped firmly around him, he gives the other male a smile, small, a little dazed. ]

Michel...you're amazing—like this. W-with you...

[ A slight repeat on his words, maybe, but can he be blamed for the way he leaves any bit of thoughtfulness behind? He shifts his arms from holding onto Michel's shoulders and instead wrapped around over them, crossing atop that head of bountiful hair. It's easier like this to move in some way, into the touch or loving, deep thrusts, that are actually enough to get him closer to the edge. ]

[ That "with you" takes on an entirely different light in Michel's mind, considering what they're in the middle of... A shudder ripples through him, his hips jolting more sharply into Ganymede as he tries to press himself even closer, until he can't feel any boundaries between them at all anymore. ]

You're... the amazing one.

[ The sweetness in Ganymede's smile that sends new heat racing through him, the gentle way Ganymede wraps his arms around him as though he wants to hold him close in turn. Michel doesn't think he's the sort of man who would have needed to be his partner's first or only lover. But all the same — it means something to him, that this is a side of Ganymede he's specially privileged to see. That for some incomprehensible reason, Ganymede has chosen him over others.

Every touch is a caress now, his grip around Ganymede's cock a little firmer even as he traces the shape lovingly with his fingertips. Each time Ganymede moves up to meet him Michel rolls his hips down again, his breath leaving him in a sharper gasp. A little faster, a little faster... he doesn't know how much longer he can last if he keeps looking into Ganymede's eyes, but he doesn't want to look away. ]

...I don't know why I was blessed with you.

[ What good deed he did, what karma won him someone who could look at him with that much love? He doesn't remember. But the look on Ganymede's face makes him feel like... there must be more to him than he realizes. Something that Ganymede can see, that's beyond his vision. ]

[ The incredibly short distance between the two becomes unfathomably smaller; especially with Michel pressing so much closer, like this. His counter to his compliment rings heavier in Ganymede's ears still, though. ]

A-aah...unfair if I'm the only one—

[ Ganymede shivers, only able to let out a soft sound of pleasure in further response, words jumbled, and a bit of a mess like this. Even if the word humble briefly flashes in his head. But it's not something he's unused to in the slightest, even if he'll be certain to always remind him of how much he appreciates him in turn. Like right now, with how much love he's showering him with, touches nothing less than pure affection mixed with the perfect layer of desire.

It is almost as if it pleasantly swallows him up, and Ganymede only desires to continue giving himself up to Michel to receive it all. Including the way the man's hand more firmly and thoughtfully runs over his cock. His thrusts going into him—faster, urgency writ into his actions. He wants to say something, in response to either words, but reality is that the pleasure at first all suddenly and quickly steals his breath away. ]

B-because...!

[ Instead of a proper response, Ganymede finds himself clenching down hard—Michel's name tumbles from his lips, and a nonsensical, unrefined utterance of those three little words. As if because he loved Michel, the blessing of this relationship happened—but, well, is that also wrong?

They both found each other in the deepest sense through the miracle of love. ]

[ It's far from the first time Ganymede has said those words to him. And yet... it feels like it gets more overwhelming each time, rather than less. The softness of it, the breathlessness in his voice. The way he can say them even when his mind seems to be emptied of all other thought, as though beneath everything else, that truth is held pure and unwavering at the very core of Ganymede.

It's that, as much as Ganymede's body warm and welcoming around the length of his cock that makes Michel's hips jerk once more in an uneven thrust as climax crashes over him. It's too soon and too much, but he doesn't stop touching Ganymede; still moving, hand still stroking, turning his face to shower soft and panting kisses all along Ganymede's jaw and soft over his earlobe. ]

I... Ganymede, always—

[ He'll always love him. No matter what part of him is changed. No matter how much he forgets. If he doesn't know how they met, why they fell in love, he'll still always know at least that. He's certain that from the first moment Ganymede loved him, it transformed him into someone who could feel that love in return. It broke that curse. ]

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