Rook had never been with a more vocal partner, someone who verbalized their needs beyond grunts to hurry up or being told to shut up. Emmrich was a symphony of sweet noises and encouragement that rewarded every stretch of Rook's fingers or press of his other hand against corded back muscles. Every honeyed word and plead falling out of Emmrich's mouth was stimulating, making Rook achingly hard and craving more.
Eventually, Rook grabbed the back of Emmrich's neck. Not too hard, but firm enough to keep him still as he started to kiss down the length of the other man's spine. Rook indulged himself by fucking Emmrich open while letting his teeth scrape against oversensitive skin, tasting sweat and feeling every twitch and pulse from the writhing figure beneath him.
No longer able to tease Emmrich without ignoring his own surmounting need, Rook pulled away. Only for a short time it took to reach for the bottle, letting the thick oil pool onto his palm before smearing it over his stiff, reddening erection.
"I can do more," Rook whispered in Emmrich's ear. Now he was then pressing almost his full weight on Emmrich's back as he took him in hand, using what was left of the oil to coat the older's man's cock as he guided himself in. The enveloping heat and pressure elicited a gasp that petered out into a relieved sigh as he fucked into him. "Maker, you're incredible. Never — like this before..."
"Oh," he said as he was grabbed and held -- Rook clearly had a plan in mind and Emmrich was thrilled by that, and even more thrilled by the kisses placed down his back. Rook was so attentive that it truly was a wonder anyone only wanted a single time with him. The way he kept going when he had permission to go for what he was likely aching for only emphasized that, as did the way he returned to whispering in Emmrich's ear. He'd found one of Emmrich's greatest weaknesses and Emmrich trusted him with it.
Emmrich couldn't even complain about being left empty for a few moments because he could hear Rook preparing himself. Anticipation truly was delicious, as was the heavy weight of Rook pinning him. He'd known Rook was strong and powerful, he'd seen him in action, but this was so much more and better than he could have imagined.
Slick fingers sliding over his cock drew another, more desperate noise from him that got instantly cut off by the pressure of Rook taking him. He worked to relax; it was good but also absolutely the largest he'd ever had.
"You... you too. So..." Rook hilted, filling him, and Emmrich would be arching backward if not for the way he was controlled. He breathed in and out, willing his body to adjust but perhaps not too fast. Pain wasn't truly his thing but soreness from a good lay was incredible.
"However you want," he panted, knowing that wasn't a complete enough thought to follow as soon as it was out. "Can move, or, or, good. So good. Have me how, as you want." Which he hoped involved moving, but so far Rook's instincts had proven very enjoyable. Emmrich was now along for the ride, able only to rock slightly between hand and Rook's cock.
Rook absolutely had no tangible plan in mind. Instinct and curiosity guided his hand in the beginning, but all that had bled out of him until he was left needfully, desperately in pursuit of the pleasure he felt. Chest pushed down on Emmrich's back, and Rook could feel his own heartbeat hammer away in his ribcage as blood pulsed loudly in his ears. The corners of his vision blurred, and everything was all sensation and feeling instead of thought.
"You— fuck-" Rook stumbled over his words when he pushed through any remaining resistance and bottomed out inside Emmrich, the velvety heat around his cock already threatening early release. His legs were shaking with the exertion as he let up, standing to feel the height, the hand at Emmrich's neck sliding down to grip at the slender waist just above the hipbone in a bruising grip. Straining on the balls of his feet, Rook started to fuck Emmrich at a more deliberate pace. Not brutally so, but with enough force, it wedged the other man between Rook and the edge of the piano.
"Want to let you touch me next — feel your nails claw up my back until my scars have something to envy, hear your moaning in my ear until it echoes in my head for hours after," Probably babbling at this point, Rook just said whatever thought entered his head as being inside Emmrich apparently punctured through any filter. "Maybe let you fuck me, I never had that before, you know? You really would be my first, then."
Rook used his other hand to pump his fist around Emmrich's erection in time with every thrust, "Say you would, Emmrich. Love hearing you."
The energy Rook brought to this was incredible. He surrounded Emmrich, filled him, possessed him, subsumed his senses. Each pounding thrust took some of the air out of his lungs and Emmrich could not get enough.
"Yes," he groaned out as Rook kept talking. The precise words don't matter as much as the whole mental image, Rook beneath him and writhing as he's touched, as Emmrich demonstrates how deeply he already treasures the man fucking conscious thoughts out of him, and now jerking him off at the same time. He shuddered underneath Rook.
"Would. I would. Explore and savor. All of you." And now he was doing it to himself, expanding the imagery, fantasizing even as he experienced a new fantasy, mind running away dangerously with his heart and so many possibilities.
"Every scar. Every tattoo." Rook hits his prostate with just the right angle and Emmrich gasps, unable to speak anymore, clenching around his younger lover and coming.
True to his earlier promise, once Rook had bottomed out and found a rhythm that had Emmrich pinned beneath him, the piano really did start to make noises. On a hard enough thrust that left Rook feeling winded, the hammers inside the piano rattled on the strings. The tinny noise got a laugh out of him despite being balls deep and close to release. The sound was harsh and wouldn't be played at any concerts any time soon, but it was going to echo in Rook's head for a long while afterward.
"All yours," Rook promised as his knees buckled and he found himself bent over Emmrich, head against Emmrich's delicately sloping shoulder with muscles tense and sheen with sweat. He kissed from shoulder blade to neck to the side of Emmrich's face as he pumped into him with growing desperation.
When Emmrich spilled in his hand, Rook found his second wind. Instead of fucking the man to his own completion, Rook pulled back and slid out of him. Without warning or another word, Rook flipped Emmrich on his back. He only offered his lover a fleeting moment to catch his breath before Rook brought his hand to mouth, lapping up Emmrich's spend before gripping his hips and easing himself back in. He moved slower then, shallow and slower thrusts as he leaned down and plunged his tongue into Emmrich's mouth to savor his taste. Rook came like that, groaning in Emmrich's mouth and holding him tight.
He made several inarticulate noises as Rook kissed him, as the attention went straight to his heart. Already this was so much more than a crush, at least on Emmrich's part. His dreams (and daydreams) were full of Rook. The hope and emotions only burned all the more brightly with the quiet promise. All his. May that one day be true, along with all of the other impossibilities they were seeking to accomplish.
Before he could catch his breath from release, Rook was manhandling him aggressively enough to make Emmrich groan desperately. There was no time to say anything, no time to think, before Rook licked his hand clean and thrust hard right back in. The hot kiss, the musky taste of him on Rook's tongue, the new position, had him trembling around Rook as his young lover came as well.
"Oh Rook," he panted, clinging back to the man. "Magnificent. You were utterly magnificent, my darling." Already he ached in the best way; this would take time to recover from. He's never been so masterfully fucked in his life.
Slowly his hands started tracing up and down the man's back. "If only the Lighthouse responded instantly to one's whims. I'd love a bed in here in which to take you apart. You should be spread and admired on silk sheets, and then cuddled under the warmest, fluffiest blankets."
Rook would have to remember those sounds and Emmrich's apparent interest in a little rough handling for lonelier nights in the Lighthouse. If he had read between the lines correctly and not banking entirely on his romantic inexperience, Rook anticipated his night hopefully being far less bereft of company. Emmrich wasn't the type to shake your hand with a 'by your leave' after a quick. Rook was sure of that, at least. It had thrilled him, in a way, to look forward to something less clandestine than he was used to.
—This, of course, all hinged on Rook having his senses return to him anytime soon to retain long-term memory after coming so hard he nearly blacked out.
"Wow..." Between panting gasps for air, this is the most articulate thought that Rook could manage as he fought against shaking legs to stand upright. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be half-collapsed on top of someone else.
"I don't know about silk," Rook started as he rose and began stuffing himself back in his trousers with a grunt as he rolled his stiff shoulders. "But I think I can at least get some blankets in here for the chaise. I need to get something for you to clean with, anyway. We've the wine, do you need anything else? Water, perhaps?"
As the more dressed between them, Rook could throw his tunic back on and step out quickly, likely without attracting much notice. He was already committed to making Emmrich more comfortable as he helped the man to his feet before sweeping him up into his arms with ease. His manners didn't spill out with him after release, he wasn't going to leave Emmrich draped over the furniture like a forgotten coat and gently set him down on the chaise.
"Back soon, then we can talk about who is taking who apart."
The 'wow' gets a brief smirk from Emmrich. He liked the idea that the experience had impressed Rook, though he'd scarcely done anything. That just meant he'd need to make certain to make the second round memorable.
Rook tucking himself away wasn't the most promising in that regard, but then he was talking and Emmrich rewarded him with a warm smile.
"Water would be lovely, thank you." Even more lovely was being scooped up and carried over to the lounge. He gently caressed Rook's cheek when he was set down, stretching out to give the man all the more reason to return.
"It's charming that you think you could win a discussion against me," he said, smug and relaxed. "Do hurry back."
Once Rook left Emmrich got up on wobbly legs, found his clothes, and folded them, setting them off to the side for later. There was no point in telltale wrinkles. Then he was getting the oil from where Rook left it as the Fade felt odd for a brief moment and bringing it back over to the... well. It wasn't a lounge anymore. The sheets aren't silk, but they're nice nonetheless, and there are two plump pillows as well as a serviceable blanket. Emmrich reminded himself that they needed to be careful what they wished for this close to the Fade, though he had no regrets here.
He was all too glad to be laying down again, in fact, because he could absolutely feel how long it had been since he'd been fucked. Getting to dinner looking normal was going to be a challenge, he already knew it. Perhaps he could persuade Rook to bring him a tray.
Emmrich rolled to his side so he'd be facing the door when it opened again. The piano would hide anything waist-down from view, but he thought the promise of a view might be... encouraging to Rook when he returned.
"Who said anything about a discussion ?" Rook countered with an all too pleased with himself an air of confidence he believed was more than a little earned.
With one more kiss to Emmrich's temple, Rook departed. Of course, it wasn't until he was padding barefoot out into the library that the logistics of this trip actually might be a taller order than he could accomplish in one go. Priorities announced themselves by the low, audible rumbling in his belly. Hunger pangs weren't anything new to Rook, but at least now he didn't have to ignore them as often.
The kitchens were the first stop. At this hour, the sight of Lucanis and Neve milling around the fireplace wasn't an uncommon sight. Perhaps it was the spring in Rook's step when he entered, the off-key tune he whistled, or the fact he was barefoot and with a half-opened shirt that clued them in as they openly eyed him grabbing a water pitcher and large covered tray of a recently missed dinner.
"Having dinner in your room?" Neve asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Neve," Rook answered airily, "I'm half naked, carrying food for two, and you haven't seen Emmrich in a few hours. I think Minrathous's finest private eye can piece together the clues on this case."
She smiled when Lucanis choked into his coffee cup and wished him a pleasant evening.
"Good news, I thought you might be hungry, and Lucanis made lentil stew, so I—" Rook was halfway into the music room when he stopped dead in his tracks. Obviously, Emmrich luxuriating naked on a bed was a welcomed sight, but the fact there was a bed there at all was a surprise. "Guess I don't need to get those pillows..."
Rook said distantly, eyes fixed on Emmrich as he blindly but luckily managed to set the tray and water pitcher down on the piano case without incident. Suddenly, he wasn't as hungry as he thought he was.
That was a fair rejoinder. In the battle of language, Emmrich would win. But why would Rook choose that field to fight in when he could so easily overpower Emmrich? Along those lines, why wouldn't Emmrich choose to begin the 'combat' by lying there as provocatively as possible?
He smirked at Rook's reaction to his opening gambit, slowly pushing himself halfway up.
"The Fade provides, it seems. I think you also don't need that clothing." Emmrich got up the rest of the way and slid off the bed. He came over and pushed Rook's shirt back, but not off, leaving it holding Rook's arms so Emmrich had full access to press his lips to the head of the griffon highest on Rook's chest, following it up with a slow lick along the wing.
"Why don't you strip bare and lay down?" he asks, lips still against Hugh's skin.
"I'll say..." Rook agreed, eyes fixed on Emmrich as the older man rose from the bed.
The word slink sprung to mind the way Emmrich moved with a fluidity that was sinfully enticing. Practically gliding towards him like a cat unfurling after a nap. By the time Emmrich was on him, Rook had all but forgotten about dinner. Mind going blank save the singular focus of watching Emmrich's mouth press against the tattoo blazoned on his chest.
"Don't have to ask me twice," Rook wanted that mouth back on him but he could survive the twenty or so seconds it took for him to undress. Nearly falling over as he hopped one-legged out of his trousers before collapsing onto the bed.
"Let me look at you" Rook said, eyes roving over Emmrich through tousled hair where the man stood exposed, vulnerable and radiant at the same time as he admired him as one would fine art. "Maker, but I am a lucky man."
Rook had so many options across so many lands, but here he was, staring at Emmrich like he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It threatened to overwhelm him if Emmrich thought about it too much.
Thankfully most of the blood was being redirected away from his brain, especially with Rook now laying down before him.
"Not the only one," Emmrich said in a very low voice as he returned to the bed. He returned to straddling Rook, sitting on the man's thighs, as he picked up Rook's right arm and kissed the back of his hand. Gently he traced one of the scars on the arm with first fingertips, followed by his lips.
"Tell me some of the stories of these?" He continued whether or not Rook indulged him, tracing and kissing every scar and then every tattoo on the right and then the left arm. For as long as Rook let him explore and worship he would; the man and his body were worthy of it.
No one had ever stayed with Rook waiting for the sun to come up or kissed the back of his hand, let alone his scars. Emmrich was heartachingly tender and patient. Rook didn't know if the man's gentle hands roving over him would lull him to sleep or have him crying from relief to have such a simple need finally satisfied.
Head propped on a pillow, Rook awed at Emmrich draped across his thighs. When the older man settled in his lap, Rook ran a hand up and down the lower dip of his spine. Exploring each other, though Emmrich's history wasn't written on his skin as Rook's was, his heart was an open and wonderful book.
"A deep stalker got a hold of my arm during a deployment into the Deep Roads," Rook explained as he splayed a hand on Emmrich's back, "Must have been five, six years ago? Nasty little buggers, I almost prefer fighting darkspawn.
Would you ever get one? A tattoo, I mean, not scars, obviously. Please don't get scars. I happen to be found of that smooth skin if yours."
He made a happy, quiet little noise, not unlike a hum, when Rook started touching him in return. The man's hands were incredibly warm. And large. With such clever fingers. Emmrich wanted to feel them everywhere, and thought there a fair chance he could succeed at that goal eventually.
"I'm glad you got clear of it, darling. They have seemed rather... tenacious." The few they'd come across in Arlathan Forest quickly cemented the creature as one of his least favorites in the entire world.
"I can't say I've seriously thought about getting a tattoo, though thank you for the compliment." He was going to have to shift back if he wanted to continue with Hugh's chest, and thus lose the man's hands so low on his back. A shame. Hopefully later he could reclaim them, and maybe direct them even lower. Emmrich moved down Rook's body to lavish attention on the scars first, again, followed by the tattoos, still talking as he did so.
"The idea has crossed my mind a time or two, particularly when I was younger, but the art is so permanent. It would need to be something that appealed to me greatly not just then, but for the rest of my life. I have contemplated piercings, however." Multiple times. The problem was that if he was going to be pierced, he wanted someone to appreciate it, and no one he'd been with previously seemed the sort to want him pierced. Ears, obviously, were the exception there. His lack of pierced ears was more due to simply not getting around to doing it than anything else. It wasn't a priority, hadn't been.
"You must have so many stories," he said as he touched something that looked older along Hugh's stomach, flashing Rook a smirk before very slowly dragging his tongue down it and toward the man's hip bone.
"Never thought about piercings; they'd get in the way I'd imagine. Are we talking just your ears? Otherwise, my imagination is veering into some interesting territory. You'd be a sight with a tattoo of a vine full of flowers running up your spine, you know," Rook mused at the thought, painting a clear, enticing picture in his mind as a contented smile broke across his dreamy expression. "They'd look like they were swaying in a summer breeze while I fuck you."
He then grunted when Emmrich shifted out of his grasp, only for that irritable sound to peter off into a moan when Emmrich's mouth continued to explore his skin where his hands left off. If that mouth was even a small measure as nimble and talented as his hands, Rook worried he'd spend a second time and in short order.
"Training accident — caught the end of a kite shield to the stomach. Never did let Antoine practice with one since," Rook chuckled but let the memory flee from his mind. He didn't want to think about anyone other than Emmrich right now. His fingers threaded through Emmrich's greying hair, where a stubborn streak of black remained, urging him to continue. "I've got plenty of stories. Dozens of them. We could be here all night."
His breath caught at Rook's words, the picture painted of flowers and fornication. Emmrich had never thought about tattoos in motion before. He might have to reconsider his choices there, but he truly might have to think about piercings when they have time to breathe, and he has time to make sure the piercings heal properly.
"Do tell me where your imagination is going with piercings." He couldn't remember the last time he'd truly gone for a second round rather than winding down, but if Rook kept talking Emmrich might find himself ready before long. Especially after that lovely moan.
It was a little terrifying how much Emmrich already felt for the man beneath him, already responded to him. He was truly in deep already and he didn't know that Rook was. But what was he to do except keep moving forward as if the impossible were true? That was the whole of this venture, after all. Emmrich wanted this far too much to pull back.
The fingers in his hair suggested he not pull back further physically just yet either. He contemplated his next move as he explored Rook's powerful hipbones and the muscles of his stomach. The things this man could do with this body... were also things Emmrich wanted him to do, he decided.
"Just do keep talking, dear," he said, smug as anything, as he took Rook's cock in hand. Emmrich gave it a slow lick from base to tip. He didn't want Rook releasing, but he did want the man worked up. He wanted to provoke the man into more entirely desired roughness. Maker, did he have it bad. The head of Rook's cock got the second drag of his tongue as he got a good taste, looking for some idea of where Rook was at.
"Knew a lass in the Wardens, found out she had both her nipples pierced in Rivain before her Joining," Rook did not mention why he knew this, but Emmrich was smart and knew by now if Rook brought up a past dalliance that it lasted no more than a night before ending on a note of little fanfare. "I could see it, or something...dangly, on your ear. I like it when I hear your jewelry clink together."
Really, all he could think of now was the sounds Emmrich could make with Rook rolling a gold rod pierced through his nipple around with his tongue. It'd have to be gold. The man was made to be dripping in it.
"Talk about what— Oooh," Rook's head fell back, and his stomach muscles spasmed pleasantly when Emmrich's tongue laved over his cock with the added warmth of slender fingers wrapped around him. If Emmrich wanted you keyed up, he certainly got his wish as Rook tensed and writhed fruitlessly against the weight pressing down on his lower half. He flushed and shuddered, "More of that, please."
Now was unfortunately not the time to act on trying a nipple piercing, not with the blight, muck, and other things they were trudging through on a regular basis now. But the thought is set to the side for later. If that's lingered in Rook's mind, then Rook must have enjoyed it.
Another thought to put to the side, though not for as long, is the sound of his jewelry having an effect on Rook. Emmrich had never considered that possibility. Then again, everyone he's known since he was twelve was working on their own collection of clinking jewelry.
"Your stories, of course. I want to hear the tales of the tapestry of your skin." Though the moaning is absolutely sublime. The way the man moved, clearly needy, was thankfully starting to have an effect on Emmrich.
He traced down one of Hugh's legs and up the other with his free hand, trailing across any marks, anything that stood out, taking his time and teasing, before giving Rook's cock a slow stroke.
"You are absolutely gorgeous and I want to know you deeply. Completely." How much playing could he get away with, he wondered. What would it take to make Rook snap in a pleasant way? "Perhaps I should flip you over and continue my exploration. I didn't get a full look at your back. Or backside."
"The things you do to me, Emmrich." Rook stretched across the bed with a helpless groan. He could easily flip the script and have Emmrich prone on his back in moments. Only he would sooner jump in a pit somewhere in the Deep Roads than have Emmrich stop touching him for anything.
A pensive expression pinched Rook's expression when there was a lull in Emmrich's careful attention to his body as the older man spoke. Unthinkingly, Rook's hand traced one of the more prominent scars, the burn and crisscrossing cut along the side of his neck, before audibly swallowing. Rook blinked, eyes narrowing at the ceiling before his face relaxed again, and his hand dropped.
"Not all of them are from daring acts of heroism or memorialized victories inked into my skin," Rook chuckled low, "The griffon on my chest I got when I was drunk, and the big scar on my forehead was trying to open a rations tin with a fork. It didn't work."
He sucked in a breath when Emmrich's hand stroked his erection, the sound of bangles on Emmrich's fine-boned wrist heightening his arousal. Everything about the man was calming, almost musical, and oh so wonderfully tempting, even when he was being mercilessly teased.
"Lemme...lemme turn over, Maker, everything you say is fit to drive me spare. Never took you for a sadist," Rook said good-naturedly as he wiggled out from under his older lover. With a grunt, Rook flipped onto his stomach, arms folded under his chin on the pillow. A wyvern crossing talons with (surprise) another griffon against a downward-facing sword plunged between his shoulder blades. The two beasts moved with him, almost bringing their duel to life.
"Could spend the rest of my life under you and I'd be a happy man."
After Rook flipped, Emmrich took a moment to brush fingers through his hair. He hadn't missed the mood drop, even as short as it was. The scar around Rook's neck could only be one thing. It wasn't entirely a surprise to see it, as he knew how most wound up as Wardens, but he couldn't see the man beneath him doing anything to warrant such a sentence. Yes, Rook had a temper. He'd seen flashes of it. But the man cared. That was why they trusted and followed him.
It was clear Rook was not ready to tell that story, though, so Emmrich deliberately moved away from the spot and chuckled as he traced along the sword's center before continuing downward.
"I would never describe myself as a sadist," Emmrich said fake-primly. "Any suffering you feel is entirely of your own choosing. You can end it any time, to which I posit that in fact, you are a masochist."
Rook had a very elegant back even without the tattoos, excellent spinal alignment sweeping into quite the appealing posterior. As there was no reason not to indulge and every reason to do so, Emmrich gave Rook's ass a squeeze with his left hand, appreciating the muscles there. It felt just as fantastic as it looked. That gave him an idea, but there was something else to see to so he didn't wind up neglecting any of Rook.
He scooted further down to press his lips to the abstract art on the back of Rook's leg, tracing the lines with curiosity.
"Tell me about this tattoo? It's truly lovely." Not like he was going to make it easy for the man. Once he'd given it a little more attention Emmrich returned to his place astride Rook at the top of his thighs so Emmrich's slowly returning erection could slot right into the cleft of Rook's ass. That felt magnificent.
He leaned forward then so he could slowly go over Rook's shoulders and back with mouth, tongue and fingers, which likely did not distract from the way he was now rocking his hips at a pace that could only be described as glacial. He would make Rook very happy for being underneath him.
The sensation of Emmrich petting his fingers through his hair quitted the dark thoughts kicking around in the corners of Rook's mind. He spread out on the bed, luxurating under Emmrich's weight and the feel of good quality cotton soft against his skin. The Fade provided, indeed.
"I'm the one at the whim of your tender mercies," Rook argued, voice muffled against the pillow. "You're enjoying this far too much for such a saintly man."
Even without being able to see behind him, Rook knew he was being taken apart under Emmrich's well-trained eye. It overwhelmed me somewhat to be known so instantaneously by another person, especially one as intelligent and empathetic as Emmrich. In a way, it made Rook feel both very small and tremendously safe at the same time. Was this what falling in love was like? This full-bodied heat that curled inside him, making him pliable, trusting, and so very content, couldn't be anything else, Rook reasoned.
"It — Ah, oh you right bastard," Rook gasped with a surprised laugh as Emmrich's cock slid between the cleft of his ass.
He shivered and felt his skin burn with flustered need — this was a new experience entirely for him. He had told the older man he had bedded plenty but never on the receiving end. He never knew why, exactly, the opportunity had been there in the Wardens, but maybe it had made him too vulnerable. Emmrich was different; Emmrich was different in so many ways. It stunned me that such a man gave him the time of day.
— Wasn't he being asked a question? Something about his tattoo on his leg, but which leg? Suddenly, Rook's mind was too frantic with the feeling of being teased with the approximation of being fucked as Emmrich kissed his shoulders. For a moment, he forgot which leg was even which.
"Ooooh," Rook gripped the pillow as his head fell forward with another full-throated groan. Keep talking, just keep talking like Emmrich wanted—anything Emmrich wanted. "J-Jader, I got it during my first posting to Jader just after my Joining. It was my first time to Orlais and — Maker, do that again — and I wanted something like the patterns they have on their stained glasswork. Something like the Chantry but not part of the Chantry. I was going through a bit of self-reflection and let the tattoo artist there do whatever she wanted."
Emmrich canted his hips a certain way that dragged his cock another the puffy, tight ring of muscle at his entrance that dragged out a reedy gasp and whine he tried to hide by burying his face further into the pillow.
"Such name calling," he groaned near Rook's ear, savoring every delicious reaction. Scarcely a half-hour ago he'd been the one frantic, desperate, struggling for sentences, and now Rook is the falling-apart mess under his hands. It wasn't like he was doing too much better, though, with the warm, soft, yielding friction pulling all of his blood southward.
"Though I, yes. Stained glass, lovely." The lights, the colors, of course one would be inspired. It was an increasingly difficult effort to keep his mind and conversation on that topic, though. His cock caught briefly on the next slide, and his gasp blended into Rook's. Now he had a dilemma, fully hard again and feeling not nearly patient enough to stretch someone out properly for their first time.
"Can I... Oh, Rook. My dearest. Let me hear you, face out of the pillow, please." He cannot reach the oil from here. What a complete lack of forethought, truly. "One moment. One moment, beautiful."
Emmrich got up on shaky legs and retrieved the jar from next to the piano before returning. He kissed Rook's shoulder blade and patted his ass. "Another time I will take you as you deserve, I promise, but I feel neither of us can last that long this round."
Instead he returned to his position over Rook's thighs and slicked his cock. "Will you clench your thighs for me, dear? I'd like to slide between them and grind my erection against yours." He'd like to do so many things, but this seemed the most practical way to chase their pleasure together right now. Whether he's given the added pressure or not, Emmrich can't resist a first dip of his cock between those incredibly muscular thighs.
It was becoming increasingly apparent that Emmrich was no longer listening intently to Rook's words. That was fine with Rook, seeing as words had begun to fail them both, and he had long since tapped out the conversation when Emmrich had so expertly riled him up in a needful mess. They could take all the time in the world to talk, but right now, the only thing Rook wanted Emmrich to take was himself.
He whined at the loss, raising his head and looking over his shoulder to better hear whatever Emmrich was saying. He frowned at the promise of another time but couldn't find it in him to argue, not when Emmrich asked so sweetly. His older lover clearly wanted to make his 'first time' something more special, and that clenched at Rook's heart.
"Holding you to that," Rook said, propped up on his elbows and turning his head to look at Emmrich. At hearing Emmrich's plans for him, Hugh smiled and put his thighs together, raising his hips slightly. This entire time his cock only found friction against the sheets. He needed something more if he was going to get off in any satisfying way. He needed Emmrich.
"So anatomical in— Ah!" Whatever tease Rook wanted to level at Emmrich died on the strangling gasp he made as Emmrich's cock slipped between his clenched thighs, first brushing along his sac before rubbing proudly erect against his own. Rook didn't have much room to move. Instead, he gripped the sheets and tried to rock his hips in shallow thrusts for greater release. "Fuck...Oh, Emmrich, you're fantastic. More, right there, I'm—"
His gaze had become even more heated at Rook saying he'd hold Emmrich to taking him another time. As if he'd need that, with how badly he wanted the man in every single way, and wanted to be had in every single way.
Emmrich was only able to snort at Rook's attempt to tease. The tightness around him was beyond what he'd imagined, robbing him of further air, of any possible discussions or returned teasing. On top of that was the feeling of Rook's cock against his, and the return of Rook making noise.
"Perfect, darling, you're perfect," he praised, using one hand on the bed to keep himself stable and the other on Rook's hip so he can move in harmony with his younger lover. "So strong, incredible." Emmrich kept thrusting steadily before dropping down to an elbow so he can plant desperate kisses against the top of Rook's spine.
"Love-ly." He caught himself at the last second, able to think just barely enough to keep from dropping something too heavy too soon. "Magnificent," he added as cover, "Come for me, dear, I'll be right behind."
Rook grouped around blindly until he found Emmrich's hand. Threading their fingers together, he kept a firm grip on his lover's hand. Wedging it beneath his chest and holding it there like a lifeline, keeping Emmrich's pressed to his back as the other man rocked against his thighs. Sweat pooled at the small of his back, hot breaths against the pillow making him feel over-warm and short of breath. It was incredible and unlike anything he experienced before.
"I— close—" Every word punched out of his in a gasping, staccato rhythm.
The praise, the all too tender kisses up the line of his spine, was as overstimulating as the feel of Emmrich's cock grinding against his own. He drew in a sharp breath at Emmrich's halted near-confession that even in his pleasured state caught and found himself hoping he wasn't overthinking. A tighter squeeze of Emmrich's hand before Rook shuddered and whined before he released against the shits with one weak thrust of his hips. Spent, Rook went limp and sagged into the mattress, yielding to Emmrich's rutting as his older lover chased his own release.
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Eventually, Rook grabbed the back of Emmrich's neck. Not too hard, but firm enough to keep him still as he started to kiss down the length of the other man's spine. Rook indulged himself by fucking Emmrich open while letting his teeth scrape against oversensitive skin, tasting sweat and feeling every twitch and pulse from the writhing figure beneath him.
No longer able to tease Emmrich without ignoring his own surmounting need, Rook pulled away. Only for a short time it took to reach for the bottle, letting the thick oil pool onto his palm before smearing it over his stiff, reddening erection.
"I can do more," Rook whispered in Emmrich's ear. Now he was then pressing almost his full weight on Emmrich's back as he took him in hand, using what was left of the oil to coat the older's man's cock as he guided himself in. The enveloping heat and pressure elicited a gasp that petered out into a relieved sigh as he fucked into him. "Maker, you're incredible. Never — like this before..."
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Emmrich couldn't even complain about being left empty for a few moments because he could hear Rook preparing himself. Anticipation truly was delicious, as was the heavy weight of Rook pinning him. He'd known Rook was strong and powerful, he'd seen him in action, but this was so much more and better than he could have imagined.
Slick fingers sliding over his cock drew another, more desperate noise from him that got instantly cut off by the pressure of Rook taking him. He worked to relax; it was good but also absolutely the largest he'd ever had.
"You... you too. So..." Rook hilted, filling him, and Emmrich would be arching backward if not for the way he was controlled. He breathed in and out, willing his body to adjust but perhaps not too fast. Pain wasn't truly his thing but soreness from a good lay was incredible.
"However you want," he panted, knowing that wasn't a complete enough thought to follow as soon as it was out. "Can move, or, or, good. So good. Have me how, as you want." Which he hoped involved moving, but so far Rook's instincts had proven very enjoyable. Emmrich was now along for the ride, able only to rock slightly between hand and Rook's cock.
"So good, Rook." It felt incredible.
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"You— fuck-" Rook stumbled over his words when he pushed through any remaining resistance and bottomed out inside Emmrich, the velvety heat around his cock already threatening early release. His legs were shaking with the exertion as he let up, standing to feel the height, the hand at Emmrich's neck sliding down to grip at the slender waist just above the hipbone in a bruising grip. Straining on the balls of his feet, Rook started to fuck Emmrich at a more deliberate pace. Not brutally so, but with enough force, it wedged the other man between Rook and the edge of the piano.
"Want to let you touch me next — feel your nails claw up my back until my scars have something to envy, hear your moaning in my ear until it echoes in my head for hours after," Probably babbling at this point, Rook just said whatever thought entered his head as being inside Emmrich apparently punctured through any filter. "Maybe let you fuck me, I never had that before, you know? You really would be my first, then."
Rook used his other hand to pump his fist around Emmrich's erection in time with every thrust, "Say you would, Emmrich. Love hearing you."
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"Yes," he groaned out as Rook kept talking. The precise words don't matter as much as the whole mental image, Rook beneath him and writhing as he's touched, as Emmrich demonstrates how deeply he already treasures the man fucking conscious thoughts out of him, and now jerking him off at the same time. He shuddered underneath Rook.
"Would. I would. Explore and savor. All of you." And now he was doing it to himself, expanding the imagery, fantasizing even as he experienced a new fantasy, mind running away dangerously with his heart and so many possibilities.
"Every scar. Every tattoo." Rook hits his prostate with just the right angle and Emmrich gasps, unable to speak anymore, clenching around his younger lover and coming.
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"All yours," Rook promised as his knees buckled and he found himself bent over Emmrich, head against Emmrich's delicately sloping shoulder with muscles tense and sheen with sweat. He kissed from shoulder blade to neck to the side of Emmrich's face as he pumped into him with growing desperation.
When Emmrich spilled in his hand, Rook found his second wind. Instead of fucking the man to his own completion, Rook pulled back and slid out of him. Without warning or another word, Rook flipped Emmrich on his back. He only offered his lover a fleeting moment to catch his breath before Rook brought his hand to mouth, lapping up Emmrich's spend before gripping his hips and easing himself back in. He moved slower then, shallow and slower thrusts as he leaned down and plunged his tongue into Emmrich's mouth to savor his taste. Rook came like that, groaning in Emmrich's mouth and holding him tight.
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Before he could catch his breath from release, Rook was manhandling him aggressively enough to make Emmrich groan desperately. There was no time to say anything, no time to think, before Rook licked his hand clean and thrust hard right back in. The hot kiss, the musky taste of him on Rook's tongue, the new position, had him trembling around Rook as his young lover came as well.
"Oh Rook," he panted, clinging back to the man. "Magnificent. You were utterly magnificent, my darling." Already he ached in the best way; this would take time to recover from. He's never been so masterfully fucked in his life.
Slowly his hands started tracing up and down the man's back. "If only the Lighthouse responded instantly to one's whims. I'd love a bed in here in which to take you apart. You should be spread and admired on silk sheets, and then cuddled under the warmest, fluffiest blankets."
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—This, of course, all hinged on Rook having his senses return to him anytime soon to retain long-term memory after coming so hard he nearly blacked out.
"Wow..." Between panting gasps for air, this is the most articulate thought that Rook could manage as he fought against shaking legs to stand upright. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be half-collapsed on top of someone else.
"I don't know about silk," Rook started as he rose and began stuffing himself back in his trousers with a grunt as he rolled his stiff shoulders. "But I think I can at least get some blankets in here for the chaise. I need to get something for you to clean with, anyway. We've the wine, do you need anything else? Water, perhaps?"
As the more dressed between them, Rook could throw his tunic back on and step out quickly, likely without attracting much notice. He was already committed to making Emmrich more comfortable as he helped the man to his feet before sweeping him up into his arms with ease. His manners didn't spill out with him after release, he wasn't going to leave Emmrich draped over the furniture like a forgotten coat and gently set him down on the chaise.
"Back soon, then we can talk about who is taking who apart."
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Rook tucking himself away wasn't the most promising in that regard, but then he was talking and Emmrich rewarded him with a warm smile.
"Water would be lovely, thank you." Even more lovely was being scooped up and carried over to the lounge. He gently caressed Rook's cheek when he was set down, stretching out to give the man all the more reason to return.
"It's charming that you think you could win a discussion against me," he said, smug and relaxed. "Do hurry back."
Once Rook left Emmrich got up on wobbly legs, found his clothes, and folded them, setting them off to the side for later. There was no point in telltale wrinkles. Then he was getting the oil from where Rook left it as the Fade felt odd for a brief moment and bringing it back over to the... well. It wasn't a lounge anymore. The sheets aren't silk, but they're nice nonetheless, and there are two plump pillows as well as a serviceable blanket. Emmrich reminded himself that they needed to be careful what they wished for this close to the Fade, though he had no regrets here.
He was all too glad to be laying down again, in fact, because he could absolutely feel how long it had been since he'd been fucked. Getting to dinner looking normal was going to be a challenge, he already knew it. Perhaps he could persuade Rook to bring him a tray.
Emmrich rolled to his side so he'd be facing the door when it opened again. The piano would hide anything waist-down from view, but he thought the promise of a view might be... encouraging to Rook when he returned.
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With one more kiss to Emmrich's temple, Rook departed. Of course, it wasn't until he was padding barefoot out into the library that the logistics of this trip actually might be a taller order than he could accomplish in one go. Priorities announced themselves by the low, audible rumbling in his belly. Hunger pangs weren't anything new to Rook, but at least now he didn't have to ignore them as often.
The kitchens were the first stop. At this hour, the sight of Lucanis and Neve milling around the fireplace wasn't an uncommon sight. Perhaps it was the spring in Rook's step when he entered, the off-key tune he whistled, or the fact he was barefoot and with a half-opened shirt that clued them in as they openly eyed him grabbing a water pitcher and large covered tray of a recently missed dinner.
"Having dinner in your room?" Neve asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Neve," Rook answered airily, "I'm half naked, carrying food for two, and you haven't seen Emmrich in a few hours. I think Minrathous's finest private eye can piece together the clues on this case."
She smiled when Lucanis choked into his coffee cup and wished him a pleasant evening.
"Good news, I thought you might be hungry, and Lucanis made lentil stew, so I—" Rook was halfway into the music room when he stopped dead in his tracks. Obviously, Emmrich luxuriating naked on a bed was a welcomed sight, but the fact there was a bed there at all was a surprise. "Guess I don't need to get those pillows..."
Rook said distantly, eyes fixed on Emmrich as he blindly but luckily managed to set the tray and water pitcher down on the piano case without incident. Suddenly, he wasn't as hungry as he thought he was.
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He smirked at Rook's reaction to his opening gambit, slowly pushing himself halfway up.
"The Fade provides, it seems. I think you also don't need that clothing." Emmrich got up the rest of the way and slid off the bed. He came over and pushed Rook's shirt back, but not off, leaving it holding Rook's arms so Emmrich had full access to press his lips to the head of the griffon highest on Rook's chest, following it up with a slow lick along the wing.
"Why don't you strip bare and lay down?" he asks, lips still against Hugh's skin.
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The word slink sprung to mind the way Emmrich moved with a fluidity that was sinfully enticing. Practically gliding towards him like a cat unfurling after a nap. By the time Emmrich was on him, Rook had all but forgotten about dinner. Mind going blank save the singular focus of watching Emmrich's mouth press against the tattoo blazoned on his chest.
"Don't have to ask me twice," Rook wanted that mouth back on him but he could survive the twenty or so seconds it took for him to undress. Nearly falling over as he hopped one-legged out of his trousers before collapsing onto the bed.
"Let me look at you" Rook said, eyes roving over Emmrich through tousled hair where the man stood exposed, vulnerable and radiant at the same time as he admired him as one would fine art. "Maker, but I am a lucky man."
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Thankfully most of the blood was being redirected away from his brain, especially with Rook now laying down before him.
"Not the only one," Emmrich said in a very low voice as he returned to the bed. He returned to straddling Rook, sitting on the man's thighs, as he picked up Rook's right arm and kissed the back of his hand. Gently he traced one of the scars on the arm with first fingertips, followed by his lips.
"Tell me some of the stories of these?" He continued whether or not Rook indulged him, tracing and kissing every scar and then every tattoo on the right and then the left arm. For as long as Rook let him explore and worship he would; the man and his body were worthy of it.
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Head propped on a pillow, Rook awed at Emmrich draped across his thighs. When the older man settled in his lap, Rook ran a hand up and down the lower dip of his spine. Exploring each other, though Emmrich's history wasn't written on his skin as Rook's was, his heart was an open and wonderful book.
"A deep stalker got a hold of my arm during a deployment into the Deep Roads," Rook explained as he splayed a hand on Emmrich's back, "Must have been five, six years ago? Nasty little buggers, I almost prefer fighting darkspawn.
Would you ever get one? A tattoo, I mean, not scars, obviously. Please don't get scars. I happen to be found of that smooth skin if yours."
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"I'm glad you got clear of it, darling. They have seemed rather... tenacious." The few they'd come across in Arlathan Forest quickly cemented the creature as one of his least favorites in the entire world.
"I can't say I've seriously thought about getting a tattoo, though thank you for the compliment." He was going to have to shift back if he wanted to continue with Hugh's chest, and thus lose the man's hands so low on his back. A shame. Hopefully later he could reclaim them, and maybe direct them even lower. Emmrich moved down Rook's body to lavish attention on the scars first, again, followed by the tattoos, still talking as he did so.
"The idea has crossed my mind a time or two, particularly when I was younger, but the art is so permanent. It would need to be something that appealed to me greatly not just then, but for the rest of my life. I have contemplated piercings, however." Multiple times. The problem was that if he was going to be pierced, he wanted someone to appreciate it, and no one he'd been with previously seemed the sort to want him pierced. Ears, obviously, were the exception there. His lack of pierced ears was more due to simply not getting around to doing it than anything else. It wasn't a priority, hadn't been.
"You must have so many stories," he said as he touched something that looked older along Hugh's stomach, flashing Rook a smirk before very slowly dragging his tongue down it and toward the man's hip bone.
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He then grunted when Emmrich shifted out of his grasp, only for that irritable sound to peter off into a moan when Emmrich's mouth continued to explore his skin where his hands left off. If that mouth was even a small measure as nimble and talented as his hands, Rook worried he'd spend a second time and in short order.
"Training accident — caught the end of a kite shield to the stomach. Never did let Antoine practice with one since," Rook chuckled but let the memory flee from his mind. He didn't want to think about anyone other than Emmrich right now. His fingers threaded through Emmrich's greying hair, where a stubborn streak of black remained, urging him to continue. "I've got plenty of stories. Dozens of them. We could be here all night."
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"Do tell me where your imagination is going with piercings." He couldn't remember the last time he'd truly gone for a second round rather than winding down, but if Rook kept talking Emmrich might find himself ready before long. Especially after that lovely moan.
It was a little terrifying how much Emmrich already felt for the man beneath him, already responded to him. He was truly in deep already and he didn't know that Rook was. But what was he to do except keep moving forward as if the impossible were true? That was the whole of this venture, after all. Emmrich wanted this far too much to pull back.
The fingers in his hair suggested he not pull back further physically just yet either. He contemplated his next move as he explored Rook's powerful hipbones and the muscles of his stomach. The things this man could do with this body... were also things Emmrich wanted him to do, he decided.
"Just do keep talking, dear," he said, smug as anything, as he took Rook's cock in hand. Emmrich gave it a slow lick from base to tip. He didn't want Rook releasing, but he did want the man worked up. He wanted to provoke the man into more entirely desired roughness. Maker, did he have it bad. The head of Rook's cock got the second drag of his tongue as he got a good taste, looking for some idea of where Rook was at.
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Really, all he could think of now was the sounds Emmrich could make with Rook rolling a gold rod pierced through his nipple around with his tongue. It'd have to be gold. The man was made to be dripping in it.
"Talk about what— Oooh," Rook's head fell back, and his stomach muscles spasmed pleasantly when Emmrich's tongue laved over his cock with the added warmth of slender fingers wrapped around him. If Emmrich wanted you keyed up, he certainly got his wish as Rook tensed and writhed fruitlessly against the weight pressing down on his lower half. He flushed and shuddered, "More of that, please."
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Another thought to put to the side, though not for as long, is the sound of his jewelry having an effect on Rook. Emmrich had never considered that possibility. Then again, everyone he's known since he was twelve was working on their own collection of clinking jewelry.
"Your stories, of course. I want to hear the tales of the tapestry of your skin." Though the moaning is absolutely sublime. The way the man moved, clearly needy, was thankfully starting to have an effect on Emmrich.
He traced down one of Hugh's legs and up the other with his free hand, trailing across any marks, anything that stood out, taking his time and teasing, before giving Rook's cock a slow stroke.
"You are absolutely gorgeous and I want to know you deeply. Completely." How much playing could he get away with, he wondered. What would it take to make Rook snap in a pleasant way? "Perhaps I should flip you over and continue my exploration. I didn't get a full look at your back. Or backside."
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A pensive expression pinched Rook's expression when there was a lull in Emmrich's careful attention to his body as the older man spoke. Unthinkingly, Rook's hand traced one of the more prominent scars, the burn and crisscrossing cut along the side of his neck, before audibly swallowing. Rook blinked, eyes narrowing at the ceiling before his face relaxed again, and his hand dropped.
"Not all of them are from daring acts of heroism or memorialized victories inked into my skin," Rook chuckled low, "The griffon on my chest I got when I was drunk, and the big scar on my forehead was trying to open a rations tin with a fork. It didn't work."
He sucked in a breath when Emmrich's hand stroked his erection, the sound of bangles on Emmrich's fine-boned wrist heightening his arousal. Everything about the man was calming, almost musical, and oh so wonderfully tempting, even when he was being mercilessly teased.
"Lemme...lemme turn over, Maker, everything you say is fit to drive me spare. Never took you for a sadist," Rook said good-naturedly as he wiggled out from under his older lover. With a grunt, Rook flipped onto his stomach, arms folded under his chin on the pillow. A wyvern crossing talons with (surprise) another griffon against a downward-facing sword plunged between his shoulder blades. The two beasts moved with him, almost bringing their duel to life.
"Could spend the rest of my life under you and I'd be a happy man."
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It was clear Rook was not ready to tell that story, though, so Emmrich deliberately moved away from the spot and chuckled as he traced along the sword's center before continuing downward.
"I would never describe myself as a sadist," Emmrich said fake-primly. "Any suffering you feel is entirely of your own choosing. You can end it any time, to which I posit that in fact, you are a masochist."
Rook had a very elegant back even without the tattoos, excellent spinal alignment sweeping into quite the appealing posterior. As there was no reason not to indulge and every reason to do so, Emmrich gave Rook's ass a squeeze with his left hand, appreciating the muscles there. It felt just as fantastic as it looked. That gave him an idea, but there was something else to see to so he didn't wind up neglecting any of Rook.
He scooted further down to press his lips to the abstract art on the back of Rook's leg, tracing the lines with curiosity.
"Tell me about this tattoo? It's truly lovely." Not like he was going to make it easy for the man. Once he'd given it a little more attention Emmrich returned to his place astride Rook at the top of his thighs so Emmrich's slowly returning erection could slot right into the cleft of Rook's ass. That felt magnificent.
He leaned forward then so he could slowly go over Rook's shoulders and back with mouth, tongue and fingers, which likely did not distract from the way he was now rocking his hips at a pace that could only be described as glacial. He would make Rook very happy for being underneath him.
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"I'm the one at the whim of your tender mercies," Rook argued, voice muffled against the pillow. "You're enjoying this far too much for such a saintly man."
Even without being able to see behind him, Rook knew he was being taken apart under Emmrich's well-trained eye. It overwhelmed me somewhat to be known so instantaneously by another person, especially one as intelligent and empathetic as Emmrich. In a way, it made Rook feel both very small and tremendously safe at the same time. Was this what falling in love was like? This full-bodied heat that curled inside him, making him pliable, trusting, and so very content, couldn't be anything else, Rook reasoned.
"It — Ah, oh you right bastard," Rook gasped with a surprised laugh as Emmrich's cock slid between the cleft of his ass.
He shivered and felt his skin burn with flustered need — this was a new experience entirely for him. He had told the older man he had bedded plenty but never on the receiving end. He never knew why, exactly, the opportunity had been there in the Wardens, but maybe it had made him too vulnerable. Emmrich was different; Emmrich was different in so many ways. It stunned me that such a man gave him the time of day.
— Wasn't he being asked a question? Something about his tattoo on his leg, but which leg? Suddenly, Rook's mind was too frantic with the feeling of being teased with the approximation of being fucked as Emmrich kissed his shoulders. For a moment, he forgot which leg was even which.
"Ooooh," Rook gripped the pillow as his head fell forward with another full-throated groan. Keep talking, just keep talking like Emmrich wanted—anything Emmrich wanted. "J-Jader, I got it during my first posting to Jader just after my Joining. It was my first time to Orlais and — Maker, do that again — and I wanted something like the patterns they have on their stained glasswork. Something like the Chantry but not part of the Chantry. I was going through a bit of self-reflection and let the tattoo artist there do whatever she wanted."
Emmrich canted his hips a certain way that dragged his cock another the puffy, tight ring of muscle at his entrance that dragged out a reedy gasp and whine he tried to hide by burying his face further into the pillow.
"Oh. Emmrich.."
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"Though I, yes. Stained glass, lovely." The lights, the colors, of course one would be inspired. It was an increasingly difficult effort to keep his mind and conversation on that topic, though. His cock caught briefly on the next slide, and his gasp blended into Rook's. Now he had a dilemma, fully hard again and feeling not nearly patient enough to stretch someone out properly for their first time.
"Can I... Oh, Rook. My dearest. Let me hear you, face out of the pillow, please." He cannot reach the oil from here. What a complete lack of forethought, truly. "One moment. One moment, beautiful."
Emmrich got up on shaky legs and retrieved the jar from next to the piano before returning. He kissed Rook's shoulder blade and patted his ass. "Another time I will take you as you deserve, I promise, but I feel neither of us can last that long this round."
Instead he returned to his position over Rook's thighs and slicked his cock. "Will you clench your thighs for me, dear? I'd like to slide between them and grind my erection against yours." He'd like to do so many things, but this seemed the most practical way to chase their pleasure together right now. Whether he's given the added pressure or not, Emmrich can't resist a first dip of his cock between those incredibly muscular thighs.
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He whined at the loss, raising his head and looking over his shoulder to better hear whatever Emmrich was saying. He frowned at the promise of another time but couldn't find it in him to argue, not when Emmrich asked so sweetly. His older lover clearly wanted to make his 'first time' something more special, and that clenched at Rook's heart.
"Holding you to that," Rook said, propped up on his elbows and turning his head to look at Emmrich. At hearing Emmrich's plans for him, Hugh smiled and put his thighs together, raising his hips slightly. This entire time his cock only found friction against the sheets. He needed something more if he was going to get off in any satisfying way. He needed Emmrich.
"So anatomical in— Ah!" Whatever tease Rook wanted to level at Emmrich died on the strangling gasp he made as Emmrich's cock slipped between his clenched thighs, first brushing along his sac before rubbing proudly erect against his own. Rook didn't have much room to move. Instead, he gripped the sheets and tried to rock his hips in shallow thrusts for greater release. "Fuck...Oh, Emmrich, you're fantastic. More, right there, I'm—"
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Emmrich was only able to snort at Rook's attempt to tease. The tightness around him was beyond what he'd imagined, robbing him of further air, of any possible discussions or returned teasing. On top of that was the feeling of Rook's cock against his, and the return of Rook making noise.
"Perfect, darling, you're perfect," he praised, using one hand on the bed to keep himself stable and the other on Rook's hip so he can move in harmony with his younger lover. "So strong, incredible." Emmrich kept thrusting steadily before dropping down to an elbow so he can plant desperate kisses against the top of Rook's spine.
"Love-ly." He caught himself at the last second, able to think just barely enough to keep from dropping something too heavy too soon. "Magnificent," he added as cover, "Come for me, dear, I'll be right behind."
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"I— close—" Every word punched out of his in a gasping, staccato rhythm.
The praise, the all too tender kisses up the line of his spine, was as overstimulating as the feel of Emmrich's cock grinding against his own. He drew in a sharp breath at Emmrich's halted near-confession that even in his pleasured state caught and found himself hoping he wasn't overthinking. A tighter squeeze of Emmrich's hand before Rook shuddered and whined before he released against the shits with one weak thrust of his hips. Spent, Rook went limp and sagged into the mattress, yielding to Emmrich's rutting as his older lover chased his own release.
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