altimit | .:October Fun Times:.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ The touches are, perhaps, the culprit in allowing Ganymede to follow soon enough, his vision feeling like it goes so bright, so perhaps it is only natural he can't help it. As if he would prefer to hold on any longer, with those affectionate fingers, careful, yet attentive in where they move, making having increased the pleasure to the extent that the feeling was incandescent, overwhelming. He is barely cognizant of those kisses, in the duration, for that moment. Yet, he can remember the feeling, coming back into it, and hearing those words—

—and it feels complete whether or not the very phrase follows. Ganymede just knows, and thus there is an exchange of words that always resonates with their entire being in the expression of its veritable, and practically irrefutable veracity.

In the haze, he feels himself let out a soft sigh, content, before pressing another little kiss against Michel's lips. Gentle, sweet. ]

Mmm...I almost don't want to move.

[ It'll probably be fine, right? If they stay like this, for a little while, before needing to wash up, probably. Or whatever. ]

[ Michel gives a quiet murmur of agreement, closing his eyes in exhaustion for a moment as he kisses Ganymede back. He knows this can't be comfortable for Ganymede for all that long. Michel's weight on him, Michel still inside him...

That thought wrings another little shiver out of Michel, and he kisses Ganymede again, just for the joy of it. He never wants to be anywhere else, in moments like this. This place is terrible... but they belong with each other. What could be more important than that? ]

I want to stay like this. With you.

[ Always, like this. If not in this exact place, in this bed, then at least by Ganymede's side. He always wants to be the man that Ganymede loves. ]

It's like holding sunlight...

[ Maybe the true constant is this:

...They always will be precious to one another, no matter what happens. Nothing can prevent that statement from being true. Ganymede firmly believes this, even now.

He doesn't quite let himself immediately fall asleep, though, knowing he should at least let Michel slip out of himself first. He is certainly receptive to the kiss regardless, closing his eyes and returning it gently, but briefly.

'...With you.' ]

I'm happy—I didn't expect to hear differently, but...

[ His lips curl up into a smile. Soft, adoring, at those other words. ]

...If you keep it up, you might just make me blush all over again.

[ He really likes it, those words, and such a compliment. Though, he does wiggle a little pointedly. ]

[ At that wiggle, Michel gives a little groan that fades into a quiet laugh. Admittedly, it crossed his mind for just a second to wonder if it would be possible to fall asleep like this... probably not for either of them. ]

And if you keep wiggling like that, I won't want to move, in an entirely different sense...

[ But he does finally ease back and off of Ganymede, rolling to the side and smiling over as he reaches for him. Ganymede can cuddle close and sleep on top of him instead. That would be fine, wouldn't it? ]

...A blush suits you.

[ And he loves to see it. Loves each time he's been the cause of it even more. ]

[ Hehe. Sorry, Michel, but Ganymede is...honestly happy he made him laugh too. The sound is always so beautiful, and it makes him giddy to hear it. As well as to know he's the reason for that too. How many times have other people made Michel laugh as much as he has? ]

Hmm...that sounds like it'd be bad? Maybe?

[ He jokes softly, and then the other dutifully rolls off of him; naturally, Ganymede comes closer when he reaches, and he will definitely snuggle up to him, prepared to sleep upon his one and only just like that. ]

And your laugh suits you too.

[ Ganymede says softly, childishly but fondly poking back, even as he closes his eyes...quickly drifting off in Michel's arms. It must be funny, how easy it is for the blond to fall asleep, but whenever he's near the other like this? He can't help it. It's also been a long day. ]

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