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[Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...
[it started out as vague dreams of what seemed to be a lifetime ago. something so foreign and yet familiar. even in his dreams, he can almost feel it, taste it, smell it. like warm stone on a summer’s day, like a strong embrace holding him steady. and in every dream, he sees the same person with golden eyes and a soft smile and all he can feel is a warm fondness for them.
who is he, Dohalim would ask himself, as he would reach out to him.
and that point is when his dream would turn into a nightmare; in a flash, all he can see is carnage, and that person who he’d felt that fondness for would look at him with a frenzied fire in those golden pools, his face contorted into what seems to be pure, unadulterated rage. why… he can feel the fear piercing his heart, along with a certain pain he can’t quite put his finger on, that he has to watch this man fall into his wrath and despair.
”My apologies…” he remembers saying, before he would wake up with a start, brow damp with sweat as he would sit up in his bed. at first, that dream wasn’t nearly as frequent, but now, it seems like it’s occurring every night. what does it mean? who is that man in his dreams?
what happened?
come morning, however, that dream becomes a passing thought, as it usually does, as he starts his day. it’s only a dream; he doesn’t need to dwell on it.
there had been reports of a sudden spike of astral energy in Traslida Highway, one that Dohalim had taken upon himself to investigate (much to the chagrin of his guardsmen). if it has anything to do with earth astral energy, who better than the lord whose affinity of that very element? if anything goes wrong, he would be the most capable of containing it, at least. what mattered most is that the citizens of his realm are safe.
but it’s strange, as he walks out of Viscint, that he doesn’t need to be told where the anomaly is. he can… almost hear a quiet whisper, indiscernible in its words, but pulling him towards where he needs to go. it’s as if he’s lost all autonomy of his body, falling into a sort of trance, but the pull doesn’t feel malicious in its intent. in fact, it feels almost as familiar as the feeling in his dreams; he has to wonder why that is.
as he approaches the new rock formation in the Tietal Plains, Dohalim strains to listen to guardsman speaking to him; something about how it had appeared overnight, and that they had deployed a small platoon to stop anyone from entering it. but the whispers nearly drown him out, beckoning Dohalim to walk through the portal. it’s reckless, he knows, to walk into something without even an inkling of what awaits on the other side, but nothing in him tells him to stop as he steps forward towards the barrier. he holds a hand up, as if to feel the energy radiating off it, and before anyone could pull him back, Dohalim steps forward. he hears one of the guards call out his name, only for it to be muted once he’s on the other side.
just where is he…?]
who is he, Dohalim would ask himself, as he would reach out to him.
and that point is when his dream would turn into a nightmare; in a flash, all he can see is carnage, and that person who he’d felt that fondness for would look at him with a frenzied fire in those golden pools, his face contorted into what seems to be pure, unadulterated rage. why… he can feel the fear piercing his heart, along with a certain pain he can’t quite put his finger on, that he has to watch this man fall into his wrath and despair.
”My apologies…” he remembers saying, before he would wake up with a start, brow damp with sweat as he would sit up in his bed. at first, that dream wasn’t nearly as frequent, but now, it seems like it’s occurring every night. what does it mean? who is that man in his dreams?
what happened?
come morning, however, that dream becomes a passing thought, as it usually does, as he starts his day. it’s only a dream; he doesn’t need to dwell on it.
there had been reports of a sudden spike of astral energy in Traslida Highway, one that Dohalim had taken upon himself to investigate (much to the chagrin of his guardsmen). if it has anything to do with earth astral energy, who better than the lord whose affinity of that very element? if anything goes wrong, he would be the most capable of containing it, at least. what mattered most is that the citizens of his realm are safe.
but it’s strange, as he walks out of Viscint, that he doesn’t need to be told where the anomaly is. he can… almost hear a quiet whisper, indiscernible in its words, but pulling him towards where he needs to go. it’s as if he’s lost all autonomy of his body, falling into a sort of trance, but the pull doesn’t feel malicious in its intent. in fact, it feels almost as familiar as the feeling in his dreams; he has to wonder why that is.
as he approaches the new rock formation in the Tietal Plains, Dohalim strains to listen to guardsman speaking to him; something about how it had appeared overnight, and that they had deployed a small platoon to stop anyone from entering it. but the whispers nearly drown him out, beckoning Dohalim to walk through the portal. it’s reckless, he knows, to walk into something without even an inkling of what awaits on the other side, but nothing in him tells him to stop as he steps forward towards the barrier. he holds a hand up, as if to feel the energy radiating off it, and before anyone could pull him back, Dohalim steps forward. he hears one of the guards call out his name, only for it to be muted once he’s on the other side.
just where is he…?]
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[Morax isn't the least bit upset as he replies, scolding words tempered by a soft, warm smile. Returning the kiss without hesitation, he reaches up to brush Melqal's hair back. This first night alone provides so many curiosities, nigh endless questions with no clear answers as yet. How far they should go, what Dohalim might want, how to deal with his servants and these odd circumstances... for now, the spirit puts the thought aside.]
... then I shall. Perhaps the attendant won't notice, or realise who I am, hm?
[It's a small possibility, at least. Across the room and out of the way of the servant's work, he supposes he can just watch. Knowing how the redhead's regalia is removed won't hurt matters, either... even if they go no further, there's a selfish part of him that would lie to strip Melqal - and Dohalim, probably - himself. Indulging himself in one last kiss, this one a little deeper than the others, he pulls away to move, examining the couches and table before settling down on one. His tail doesn't disappear, but it's easy enough to hide it against his leg, curling down out of sight behind the low table.]
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[as Morax settles down on the couch, a soft knock can be heard at the door, before a servant walks in. there's an exchange of warm smiles and polite nods, but no comments are exchanged about both Dohalim and Morax leaving dinner early. in fact, there isn't much conversation between the both of them as Melqal is stripped of his vestiges, carefully so, but with a practiced swiftness. the servant doesn't even mention Morax sitting on the couch when he notices. whatever his lord does in his private time is exactly that: private.
the silence does give Melqal a moment to try to prod at Dohalim, to see if he can get some sort of permission to do... whatever it is that he and Morax would like to do. and not just a passive affirmation that yes, he can, but actual expressed permission. he's fairly sure he won't, but it won't hurt to try... and he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't want Morax to bed him, especially after so long. it's such a strange situation, and even with Dohalim's insistence... perhaps he could be present for this, as well, if Morax would let him. to show him that there are those who do care deeply for him.
it's another strange thought, with everything being brought to the forefront so suddenly, that Melqal would, without a doubt, say he cares deeply for his other self. perhaps it's because he knows him too well at this point not to care...
"Is there anything else you need, my lord?"
the soft voice pulls Melqal out of his thoughts, not noticing that he'd been stripped down and clothed in something a bit more appropriate for bed]
Ah... I believe that will be all, thank you.
[and with a slight nod, the servant walks out, leaving the both of them. Melqal turns his attention to Morax, a hand coming up to gently rub at his neck; those neck rings are rather uncomfortable, now that they're taken off]
May I ask you a question, Morax?
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[There's a warm little chuckle in response. And then... well, the quiet is not the most unpleasant sensation, even as the servant arrives. He's quick and professional in his actions, and Morax finds himself curious as to the nature of such a life, what it must be like...
Though really, he tries not to put any expectation on servitude. His own had been unpleasant, and it's clear that the same is not shown here, as it wasn't with Melqal himself. The sound of jewelry pulls him out of his absent observations, bewildered by the idea of wearing so many clothes (are... were those two pairs of pants???) But recalling something about the importance of regalia being striking or... something.
He has to wonder if Dohalim feels the same, in some way. The man must find it a bit heavy, given his circumstances... a weight he never asked for, and one that he's so determined to carry alone... it would be a lie to say that, despite the fact that they've only just truly met, the astral creature shares no concern or care for him. It's partly informed by Melqal's own feelings, but nonetheless.
When the servant leaves, Morax turns his attention fully to him again.]
Mm? Of course you may. What is it?
[It's such an abruptly awkward feeling question that he isn't really sure that Dohalim hasn't retaken the fore. Either way, the man rises to his feet to close the distance between them again, his tail grazing the ground as he does.]
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perhaps, in time, they may be used to being away from each other for short periods. but for now, Melqal wants to be attached to Morax]
About Dohalim...
[how does he go about this tactfully. how does he even word it? he also has to wonder what the other would say, if he would agree to it, or if it would be a hard no, only wanting Melqal himself and not to be accompanied by the other Renan. there's no doubt just how intimate he and the spirit will be by the night's end, but...]
Would you be opposed to letting Dohalim join us in mind? I... Would like him to feel the love you have for me. To let him feel the same warmth, the same excitement, the same catharsis I feel whenever I'm with you.
I will be here in body and mind for you, as I always was. I just want him to be present, as well, if you would allow it.
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Right now, he wants nothing more than to be here with his love, to share in his thoughts and space. The intimacy of it will come as it does, but that's only a small part of their relationship in the end.]
Hm.
[It's a slow sound, one that invokes thought rather than disappointment or anger. It's a suggestion that deserves proper thought, after all.
To involve Dohalim in their affairs could potentially be a double edged sword, after all. While Morax and Melqal both harbor little worry that the spirit will harbor at least some measure of that same love and affection, will that be the same of Dohalim himself?
Fingers brush Melqal's hair back, cradling his cheek before he speaks.]
... if you are unworried as to how he may perceive it, I am not opposed. If he is curious as to how it feels, I'm happy to provide that... it does seem like something he himself deserves more than he believes. [His concerns are mostly mild, granted. The other man certainly understands Dohalim better than he...] I would change nothing in either case, of course... I doubt that I could even begin to try to mute my feelings for you anymore.
[Nor would he want to.]
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I suppose you could say that he and I had a conversation while I was getting changed.
[is that what he can call it? it's strange, speaking as if he and Dohalim had a conversation face to face, but in their mind... but it also sounded clear as day; there's no doubt that there are two minds in one body. they're both separate people, with different thoughts and experiences. similar are they when it comes to the minute details, but they're both different people.
Melqal thinks it's better this way. the fact that the both of them are here rather than he completely take over Dohalim's body and life. he wants the other to thrive in his own life (even if he's so determined to die), to continue to have those different experiences, to lead a life he wants to, rather than be tied to his duties and obligations. Melqal supposes that they way to do it is through means like this, to have him experience what he and Morax have with each other, to pull him into their warmth, to remind him that it's alright to have emotions such as this, and it's alright for him to enjoy these things.
honestly, he's still surprised that Dohalim had agreed to it. Melqal just hopes he doesn't raise too much concern when he and Morax eventually do really go at each other. they can... sometimes be a lot. sure, he's given Dohalim a small warning, but Melqal's worried that he may have downplayed that a little bit.
especially when all he wants is to either be ruined, or ruin Morax]
He's agreed to it, at least, and I did mention to him that if it is too much, we can stop. I only want him to be as comfortable as I can make it for him.
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[both that it's so easy to converse with Dohalim, and that the man's agreed to this idea altogether. there's a small part of him that wonders how he would react, were he in Dohalim's shoes. knowing that he's the host to another, even so similar as they are... well, it's impossible to say without being there, really.
and it's not important, in the moment. Morax shifts forward to press his lips to Melqal's, soft and warm.]
Mm. Then I have no objections. Shall we? I believe you suggested you had things you wanted, my love.
[... he may have gotten himself largely under control, but Melqal knows full well just how tenuous that tether is.]
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[are a lot of things. there are too many to list, especially when it comes to his lover, but Melqal supposes they should start somewhere. a hand sneaks down to Morax's tail again, hand gently cradling the underside of it as he gives it a gentle squeeze]
There are many things I want, Morax. But like I said, I want to see if you taste the way I remember. [he leans in, lips brushing against Morax's ear] I want to see you squirm as I pleasure you with my mouth.
[again, Melqal knows exactly how to press Morax's buttons to drive him to near insanity, even by words alone. he also knows the stretch of the other's imagination but he can only assume what the spirit is thinking and imagining as he speaks]
But I also want to be on top... To ride you and watch as I bring you to ruin until we are both satisfied. [he squeezes Morax's tail again as he slowly walks the other back to the bed] Fill me until I cannot be filled anymore. I want it all, and I want you, my love.
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Haah... ah... you are-- [lips brush the spirit's ear and he bites back a whine, another press against another weakness the man knows entirely too well. the idea of it alone is more than enough to get him going, fingers curling against the fabric of his nightclothes.] mm... of course...
[really, he's so disgustingly weak to his lover, and it's only half the sensitivity the man is exploiting. fingers squeeze his tail and it's as trivial as ever to lead him to the bed. his own reach up to cradle Melqal's face when he's settling back on it.]
Anything you want, my love. I've missed you so much... and this side of you is so... mm. [leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his lover's lips, warm and a little desperate.] I would not be able to refuse you even if you hadn't teased me so, you know. You're so honest and so greedy right now...
But I assume you would like to do the work yourself, too. I will try to keep my hands to myself...
[he's not sure if he'll succeed in the least, of course. Melqal is welcome to do things to help with that, if he so chooses.]
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[as they both settle back down onto the bed, Melqal leans over Morax, lifting the spirit's thighs to nestle on top of his (mindful of his tail), before gently pinning his wrists over his head. he's feeling fairly dominant at the moment, wanting so much to watch the other fall apart with whatever he can give him, to hear those desperate pleas for more until he loses himself to the rapture of their lust. he knows that he's the only one who can see the spirit in such a way (present situation notwithstanding) that it only excites him even more to want to do it to him]
Show me your true self... I want to see the great and powerful Morax fall to the whims of a mere mortal.
[he won't expect Morax to keep his hands to himself for too long, knowing just how desperate he is to touch his lover again, but it isn't to say he won't mind it. perhaps a small punishment, but he also wants those warm, strong hands to light fiery trails along his skin. if it weren't for the fact that it's not his body, but Dohalim's, he'd ask Morax to mark him.
there's a mischievous grin on his face, as he leans down to capture the other's lips again, a growing desperation apparent in the kiss this time. knowing that there won't be any (planned) interruptions for the rest of the night, and knowing that Dohalim is more or less alright with this, he can finally get down to it.
as he breaks the kiss, he lets his lips trail a path of more kisses and nips along Morax's jaw, up to one of his ears to nip at his earlobe]
I want to ruin you.
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[really, he thinks he should probably have chosen to change his clothes before this - it's a miracle he managed to manifest his tail without harming himself or warping the fabric to begin with. it feels all the more tight when Melqal lifts his thighs and presses his wrists into the bed over his head.]
Ah... haha... you may have to wait until you've removed these before I can give all of that. But I will do my best to oblige, my love.
[at the very least, he can give a little more. his ears first, visually, drawing longer and pointed. lips capture his and it takes a surprising amount of effort to keep his hands from squirming or moving. in turn, it gives Melqal a good taste of his bifurcated tongue and the sharp point of his fangs, visible for a moment before lips trail over his jaw with more sweet kisses and nips.
his hips twitch when the redhead reaches his ear, a little whine rising in his throat at the nip to his earlobe.]
Then ruin me, my love. I am yours to do with as you please, for now.
[there's a sweetly whimsical tease there, lips curling up in amusement. Melqal has made his choice, in toying with Morax's tail and pressing him down into the bed - the spirit is more than happy to give in to his every whim.]
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[as he pushes himself up, Melqal looks down at Morax, a hand coming up to brush his thumb against his lips. a shiver is sent down his spine at the memories of how many bites he'd received from those teeth and fangs, and what that tongue can do... how many times he'd orgasmed just by that appendage alone.
it's a thought that only serves to drive him more, to make him determined to push Morax to a state of ecstasy with his own mouth, like he'd done in the past. Melqal supposes he should be thankful that Dohalim is letting him be... rather indulgent with this body, and with the other joining him in mind... he should really put on a show for the both of them, then.
shifting up just a little more onto his knees, Melqal moves to undo the buttons of Morax's top (ignoring the slight fumbling around as he tries to figure out the tunic), before pushing it up and over Morax's head. he tosses it to the side for now, the fabric now inconsequential as he slowly drags his hands down the spirit's chest, marveling at the feeling of his skin under his fingers]
You are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you like this.
[fingertips gently swirl around Morax's nipples, letting the nubs harden under his touch, before he continues, his hands still worshipping the deity's body, before hooking onto the hem of Morax's pants. there, after more fumbling for the buttons, he pushes them down, along with any other undergarments, only stopping for a moment to remove the man's shoes, before pulling them off and tossing them with the tunic.
hungry eyes trail up and down Morax's form, taking it all in. to see him once more, after so long... Melqal could devour him. as he nudges the other's legs apart, he runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, watching him]
So, so beautiful.
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[Morax's gaze is warm as Melqal moves, lips parting lightly in response to the brush of a thumb against them. There's curiosity there for the Renan's state of mind, as they're both rather malleable. Of course, after so long, is it any wonder their hunger is so deep?
The shift of hips pushes the spirit upward just a little, and he gives a soft rumble as Melqal reaches for his top. It's not so difficult, at least, and once the shirt is removed he can breathe a little sigh of relief. It really is such... stuffy fabric, isn't it?]
Mm... I'm certainly glad that has not changed. I would be loath to change much more from this, under my own preference.
[This humanoid form may not be the first form he'd taken, but in his time with Melqal he had come to favor it very much. Regardless, his breath hitches when fingertips circle his nipples, nubs hardening easily under the stimulation. His skin shifts from pale at his chest to a deep, dappled grey along his arms, lined with a familiar golden patterning and patches of firm scales.
It feels strange to be so... indulgently idle, but he did promise to try and behave. His hands move little until it's necessary to help remove his shirt, and after they lace back together above his head, pressed neatly into the bed. Soon enough, he finds the aching pressure of his pants relieved, and the spirit exhales a shuddering groan when Melqal peels fabric from the burgeoning flesh of his cock.
His feet shift when those shoes are removed, still delicate but tipped with claws, all of him bared for his lover's viewing. It certainly has an effect on the spirit, tail twitching and swaying beside him.]
You are one to-- haah-- to speak, my love... you are both quite-- attractive.
[hands nudge his legs apart and he obliges without hesitation, shivering as a hand follows the muscular line of his thigh, eyes nearly falling closed.]
Mmn... this is... downright patient of you, isn't it...
[okay, okay. He may not be feeling so patient, not after the earlier teasing and how good his lover's touch feels after so long. Above his head, his hands shift and toy with one another, trying to find some measure of solace in behaving. It's a pretty herculean effort at the moment, one he's like to abandon before much longer.]
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[eyes linger on Morax's cock, that hunger in his eyes growing, but... not yet. he won't indulge just yet. Melqal instead lets his hands roam along Morax's body, trailing along the golden patterns he's come to familiarise himself with. it's good to know that they're the same as he remembers, along with the patches of scales he also brushes against]
You are as I remember...
[something swells in him as he continues to run his hands up and down the other's skin, the reality of his lover here with him once again finally starting to hit home. when he'd sealed the elemental away, he wasn't sure he would ever see him again, or remember him, but... here they both are, in each other's company. even if they weren't intimate, Melqal would be content to lie in bed in Morax's arms. he's missed him so, and he intends to make sure Morax knows this]
As for my patience... I am simply admiring your form. [Melqal wraps a hand around Morax's cock, thumb pressed against the tip, unmoving. he lets out a soft sigh] I can assure you, it is rapidly waning.
[a small warning, before he lets go and shifts downward to settle in between the other's legs, on his stomach. teasing kisses pepper along the inside of Morax's thighs, before Melqal drags his tongue along the underside of the shaft, up to the tip where it swirls around the head.
ah, yes, he tastes exactly how he remembers. an idle thought, before he engulfs him, slowly lowering his head down, easily swallowing Morax's cock. fascinating; is it because he's so expertly done this many times in the past that it's muscle memory still, or is it the fact that Dohalim himself had done this to many a liaison that his body has no gag reflex? either way, it does please him to know that there won't be any sort of adjustment to the appendage sliding down his throat as he completely hilts it.
he just has to wonder just how fast Morax's own patience will fade before those clawed hands are in his hair, forcing more of himself into his mouth. honestly, the idea of being a hole for the spirit to use does... excite him quite a bit, after all]
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[Dohalim's wandering whets Morax's gluttonous possession, stirring slow in his belly. Hands brushing his skin leave him longing for more, and the spirit has to focus to keep his hands in place already.]
Melqal... [Oh, that's agonist a whine as fingers curl around his cock, thumb pressed against the tip and unmoving against its throbbing.] Haah... ah... I forgot how keen you are to tease so much...
[It really isn't that bad, he's just impatient today. More than just sharing space, he wants to drown in his lover. Teasing kisses and the drag of the man's tongue only draw up another small groan, Morax's legs spread in offering.
And then... and then heat swallows his cock, sliding down over its sizeable form remarkably easily really. The spirit relaxes into the bed a little as his lover sinks down, hips shifting just a little when the head bunts the back of his throat and slides in to the hilt.]
Mmn... you're so greedy, my love...
[They both are, and always have been in truth. For now, the brunette maintains his poise, only grinding his hips up briefly to test his lover's mouth. It won't last long, he knows. His hands already itch to sink into his hair and guide him along.]
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thankfully, his nightwear is loose, his own cock growing harder as he lets his throat constrict around Morax's erection, before slowly bobbing his head up and down. a hand comes up to brush his fingers against his taint, before cradling his balls, squeezing gently. he knows all the ways to rile the deity up, to push him into that delicious desperation, and it always does please him to know that he's the only one who can do it. the only one who's allowed to do it.
after all, Morax is his, as much as he belongs to him.
he does lift his head back up to look at Morax though his eyelashes, letting his cock slip out of his mouth with a soft pop. his other hand comes up to wrap his fingers around the base as his tongue swirls around the head, pressing against the slit. he watches for every reaction, every slip as Morax descends further into madness]
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Ah-- haah... Mel... qal...
[It's cruel, teasing him like this. Melqal lifts his head and looks at him, the same as he always did, through long lashes and if the spirit wasn't so preoccupied by the sensations wracking through him after so long? He'd probably have something to say about it.
Instead, he just grits his teeth as his cock slips free of his lover's mouth, tail finally reacting on instinct to wrap around a leg and squeeze gently when his other hand wraps around the base of his cock. The redhead teases his slit, lapping up the liberal dribbling of precum there, and his brows furrow slightly with the effort of focus. It's so much, and still it's not enough. He wants so much more, and it'd be so easy to wrap his hands around his head, pull him downward...
But he doesn't. He can currently only think that absently, what with how he was being riled up. Even when he gives up holding himself back and his fingers thread into red hair in gentle urging, it's more a desperate plea than a demand, thumb brushing a cheekbone.]
Haaah... nngh... I missed you...
[He missed this too, naturally, but there's such a deep relief to it even while he's being teased. His head is tilted back, warm gaze filtered through his own lashes peering down at the man between his legs.]
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he lifts his head up completely, tongue pulled away to be replaced by this thumb again. his head tilts into Morax's touch, sighing softly at the gentle warmth. he's missed all of this, too... to finally be reunited with his love once more; he can vaguely remember, from one of his past incarnations, thinking that he would never see Morax again. the thought always filled Melqal with dread and regret, with thoughts that, maybe, he should have done something different other than seal the spirit away.
but here he is now, in his glorious need, as he remembers before all of that. the Morax laid before him is the one from his memories, down to the way he smells and tastes and feels... he's found him again, and everything be damned if he'll let him go again]
I've missed you too, my love... So, so much... To have you here again... [he leans down to trail kisses along the golden patterns along Morax's body] You are as I remember. I want to give you all of me, as well as take all of you, if you will allow it.
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Not as Melqal leans into his fingers, real and warm. It's all such a relief. Honestly, he'd started to forget what was true and what wasn't, after all the passing years. Without light and barely knitted together with the promises they made, he'd started to think that Melqal changed his mind. That what Morax had done had been as unforgivable as the spirit believed - as it had been before. Those haunting memories would never return, though.
Melqal has, and it stills the regret in his heart. Fills him with warmth and determination and possessiveness really. The idea of ever losing him, or indeed, losing Dohalim by extension... he doesn't like it. So he'll deny the possibility in this moment - it's easily done, after all, as the other teases him so. His thumb offers no relief, only dragging a long shudder down the man's spine.]
Nngh... ah... [There's something almost electric about the way Melqal kisses over his skin, following the patterns on it in gentle worship... though really, maybe that's just because Morax is so keyed up from his teasing to begin with.] anything... mmn. Anything you wish of me, you may have, Melqal. I have yearned for this... many times more than I can truly recall. To give myself to your whim and wishes, and to fall into rapture once more... ah, I will happily give everything.
[again, his fingers thread through soft hair and play along the lines of his face - new, in so many ways, but somehow familiar and beautiful in its own right. He's curious, too, what this body - what Dohalim enjoys. The idea of pleasing them both, eventually, is not at all unpleasant... but it also isn't a thought to be entertained right now. Not while the spirit has already practically begun to melt beneath his lover's touch.]
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[he would be a fool not to, after all. while Morax can be a greedy creature at times, it isn't to say that he himself is not greedy. in fact, as human nature is wont to do, he may be even greedier when it comes to his lover, at times. how could he not be, when he's captured the heart of this magnificent creature, when he was so wary of other humans? how could he not be greedy when Morax had let him in, let him touch his very soul, let him see his true self? how could he not be greedy when he can easily call Morax his, much like Morax can call Melqal his?
they belong to each other, they're so entwined with each other that even the fates could not keep them apart. perhaps Melqal could consider it selfish, but there is very little he wouldn't do to make sure Morax stayed by his side, this time. he would move mountains if it meant that he could be with his lover until he grew old. it's thoughts like these that mostly push away the guilt of what he had to do. what was asked of him.
as much as he wants to keep teasing Morax, another part of him just wants to show his lover his appreciation for the second chance they're given, and an appreciation of the spirit himself. lifting a hand up, he gently threads his fingers with the ones brushing through his hair and along his face; he tilts his head slightly to kiss his palm. his other hand lets go of Morax's cock, fingers following the golden patterns along his body, much like the kisses moments before. he recommits to memory every single dip and curve of this form he'd come to love so dearly, the perfect meld of human and draconic spirit.
sliding back up, he captures Morax's lips with his, pulling him in for a deep, but brief kiss. a simple gesture that pours so much of his love and want into it. when he pulls away, he lets out a soft sigh that ghosts over Morax's face]
I am so irrevocably in love with you, Morax. There is nothing in this world, in this lifetime, and lifetimes of the past and future that could ever change that.
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Melqal is so... sentimental. it's something that Morax appreciates immensely, given his own lack of experience in the same. remembrance is one thing, but to even speak of how deeply he feels for the man in turn...]
Ah... I will never get used to you saying things like that. [there's a little huff of a laugh as he leans in for another kiss, a little softer, more shy.] You are so endlessly sentimental, and I would have you no other way. Even if it is something I struggle to respond to, to my eternal bafflement.
[for all he can get to rambling on, this isn't so easy. it's much easier to just put it all in his actions, try to make those clear. maybe in some way, that's his biggest failing. he knows endless information about history and the world, and yet he still struggles with emotional attachment. how silly, really.]
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[Melqal nuzzles the side of Morax's face, letting out a soft sigh. he truly did miss his lover... there's a pang in his heart at the thought of searching for him for so long, and never finding him, never hearing his call. lifetimes would pass, and there would be silence, but his love for the spirit never wavered. even as he lay dormant in every one of his reincarnations, his heart swelled at the thought of one day returning to him. the both of them deserve a second chance, after all. even with Dohalim at the helm, as well. he deserves this, as well.
as he pulls away, he offers Morax a smile, his free hand coming up to brush into his hair, up to his horns, rubbing at the base gently. he knows his tail is as sensitive as he remembered, but are his horns... as he continues his ministrations, Melqal speaks again]
To be honest, your actions speak louder than words. I don't need to hear words of your love because I feel them. Unspoken as they may be, the aura of love you radiate is more than what you could say.
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[there's no fighting it, of course. he's so quick to drink up every little bit of attention that it'd be ludicrous if anyone thought he was fighting. every kiss is met, the graze of lips earning a little shiver.
it's strange to think what he used to be like. how much more pain and suffering he had gone through, and then his distrust in Renans, and now? now, he's gone through endless silence with only the barest memory of Melqal to sustain him, through countless generations while his soul and mind worked themselves out. there's an absurdity in the fact that it even worked, given how far gone his mind was. and still, here he is, with Melqal and with Dohalim, and knowing he does want to give his all for both of them.
... which is, again, a thought that scatters in moments. Melqal rubs at the base of his horns and Morax's breath hitches, hips twitching as he relaxes. those are certainly as sensitive as ever, and the reaction is nearly as debilitating as his tail.]
Ah... haah... but I don't like being unable to-- find the words... I... [he's struggling to find his voice now, clinging to Melqal as the man continues his ministrations. it's true, he knows, but for him... speech had always been a source of pride. that makes it embarrassing to lose track of them, to leave how he feels as something, well, felt between them.] nnh... I can't think when you tease me like this, you know...
[and it makes him want, they both know, deeply. to take and be taken, as impatience mounts and yet he can't bring himself to push Melqal toward anything.]
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watching Morax fall apart again with a simple touch and gesture only gets Melqal to chuckle fondly, continuing to spoil him with kisses. so his horns are still equally sensitive... good to know. he will absolutely be exploiting that. lovingly, of course]
I know you like being articulate, but perhaps you should just let the feelings take over. Show me your love, Morax. You shine like the brightest diamond, when you do.
[with that being said, Melqal moves to straddle him, aware of his current predicament of clothing. he should... shed the layers off at some point, so not to get them messy, but instead, he leans down to lock his lips against Morax's. a deep kiss, one that he moans softly into as he gently grinds his hips against the spirit's, feeling his cock through his clothes. it's not nearly enough for the both of them, he's sure, but... all in due time. he'll give and take in due time]
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[Morax's voice hitches as Melqal showers him in affection and touch, every inch of his body feeling like it's on fire and only soothed by the Renan's touch. His kiss is a little desperate in turn, tongue sliding along Melqal's lips in helpless, needy request.
He'd forgotten, really, just how easy it is for his lover to turn him completely useless like this. Hips press to his and Morax groans softly, rising up into the press of them. It helps only a little, but... at least it's something, right?
It's indicative of his state of mind, too. Hands move to cling to the redhead gaze warm and rich and distracted.]
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