eggbowl | [Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...

[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…?]

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And I will graciously accept all that you give me.

[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.

[his fingertips curl against his lover's as the man kisses his palm, a smile twitching at his lips. it doesn't bother him in the least, for now, to just watch as he's practically worshipped. there's something about it that's almost overwhelming, despite Morax's own origins.

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.]

Sentimental as I may be... [he leans in for yet another gentle kiss, smiling into it. it's brief, but when he pulls away, he barely does, letting his lips graze along Morax's] ...I will never tire of saying them to you. Perhaps, in time, the more I say them, the more you'll get used to them.

[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.

Someday, maybe. If I stop fighting it.

[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.]

[when Melqal sealed Morax away, he wasn't sure it was going to work. pouring every last bit of his being into the prison he'd created, his own astral energy woven into the very foundations of it... in an attempt to soothe Morax's mind and soul, to let him rest. he knew that he would not be with him in spirit, so to be able to do that for him... at the cost of his own life, it was worth it. Morax is with him once more, finally.

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]

I believe that's considered— biased... ah...

[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.]

[at the feeling of Morax's tongue along his lips, Melqal grants it passage in as he moves to deepen the kiss, his own tongue entwining itself with the spirit's. he has to wonder if Morax will reveal its true length, but he gives the thought pause. he's not the only one inhabiting this body, nor is he the only one bearing witness to their pleasures. the last thing he wants is to scare Dohalim by letting himself and Morax fall into the indulgences the both of them are used to.

which is a shame, Melqal really would like to ride both of Morax's cocks again. maybe they can work up to it, at some point.

half lidded eyes peer down at Morax as he continues the ministrations of his tongue against the other's, wanting to taste every last bit of him. it unlocks those core memories, of every time they've found themselves like this, wrapped up in each other, in rapture, not stopping until the both of them are fully satisfied. his hand on Morax's horn still gently rubs at the junction where the base and his scalp meet, practiced fingers remembering just how to tease him, how to work him. Melqal's sure he could get the spirit off like this. sometimes it's so easy to push him into those carnal pleasures, and it always brings him joy to watch.

only when he needs breath does Melqal break the kiss, puffing out little breaths of air against Morax's lips. there's a soft smile on his lips]

Shine for me, my love.

[he grinds his hips down again, watching Morax, watching that golden gaze and letting himself be drawn into it. he truly is beautiful... and gods above is he lucky to have been the one to carve his heart out from the stone walls that kept it captive]

[for now, he's being conservative, but his tongue? that's something he doesn't really even think about changing, honestly. so few people would see it that he couldn't see a problem with its length, after all. it's tentative in the moment, curling as Melqal's entwines with it.

he's already so docile, kept largely lost to it with the way fingers rub at the base of his horn, pulling moans and gasps from him as his own knead idly at his lover's shoulders.]

Mel--melqal... this is unf-unfair-

[hips grind his and his body jolts a little, impatience wearing visibly on him. his gaze turns deep and hungry, brows furrowed with ill-restrained want. honestly... he's so weak to Melqal, and he has been for so long that it would feel strange, he thinks, to not be. shine, the man says, and what choice does he have but to acquiesce? worked up like he is, he's practically putty in the redhead's hands already.]

Mm, perhaps... But I do not plan on playing fair tonight.

[his smile turns into a mischievous grin as he presses his lips to Morax's again, this time, more chaste, and swift. his hand slips from the horn to thread in dark hair, relishing the softness in between his fingers. sure, he'll be unfair, but it doesn't mean he can't worship the spirit's body in every way he can as well]

You truly are beautiful when you're trying to hold back.

[another brief kiss, before Melqal moves to stand, deft fingers working his clothes off. luckily, just simple sleepwear compared to Dohalim's regalia, so not much time is spent before he's completely nude, cock hard. a new body, sure, but Melqal is sure that he'll be pleasing to Morax's eyes.

he does a very quick check in with Dohalim, to see if it's okay to proceed, as he sits beside Morax again, hand trailing up from his cock, to map paths across his chest again]

Now... Shall I prepare myself for you, or would you like to use that tongue of yours?

[ah, he's so honest about it. Morax is used to that, but given his current circumstance, it brings about the faintest measure of a pout. especially as Melqal calls him out, calls him beautiful, and shares more little kisses with him.

that pout intensifies a little more, cheeks tinged red as Melqal stands to strip himself. it's certainly less effort than that regalia, true... and Morax is exceptionally drawn to him. yes, the body is different, but that definitely causes him no trouble.]

Ah... mmn. [fingers trail over his chest and it's almost worse than the more intimate touches to his cock, eyes half-lidded as he tries to answer.] Let me... let me. Taste you. It's been so long...

[and, right now, he wants nothing more than to please Melqal in every way he can. to feel him squirming against Morax's own tongue... ah, it makes his heartbeat pick up a little.]

[in all honesty, Melqal had hoped that Morax would pick the latter of the two. to feel that tongue in him once more... it only serves to arouse him even more, if it's possible]

As you wish.

[there's an amusement in Melqal's voice as he moves to straddle Morax's chest, his back facing him, before shifting his hips close. he looks over his shoulder, with a hungry lust in his eyes that match Morax's, as he reaches back to spread himself apart, presenting that tight ring of muscles. he's usually not so... concupiscent, but the burning need to lose himself in their passion is there. he supposes he'll have to apologise to Dohalim later]

Hah... I'm yours to devour.

Ah, Melqal-

[Morax starts to speak as the man straddles his chest, realisation dawning on him with enough force to spread that flush to his ears. he's so-- so-! of course, Melqal's confidence only makes him ache, despite the embarrassment of it.

and really, isn't it best this way? it's more than a little exciting to basically have his lover presenting himself, to be half-trapped beneath him...]

... You're so needy.

[his voice is breathy when he speaks, hands curling around the Renan's hips. he's gentle with them, but it helps to pull him down and nuzzle against one soft cheek before his tongue brushes against that tight ring. it teases there for a moment before the tip presses inward, testing how much effort he'll need to slip inside.]

[honestly, he isn't sure what's come over him other than the fact that he's wanted this for so long. he's missed this for so long. usually, he's a little more demure when it comes to their intimacy, but... Melqal supposes that the lifetimes he's lived through had taught him a thing or two.

perhaps he'll have to apologise to Morax later, too. but he also has a feeling that the spirit isn't going to protest the idea of how open he is.

he's just about to answer back before he feels that tongue against him, pressing into him. hands slide to rest against Morax's, fingers lightly grasping at them, as he lets out a shuddering sigh. he knows to relax, but there may be some resistance to the intrusion; he's not sure how used to any sort of insertion Dohalim is used to. but this, to him, is a more than familiar sensation; he tilts his head back as his eyes flutter closed]

Ha-ah... Morax...

[he certainly has no complaints. as hands come to rest over his, grasping lightly, he squeezes faintly in response. a fond movement really, since his mouth is... well, occupied. it's interesting to think that Melqal may have even learned more in the time they've been apart, passively seeing through others' eyes and bodies.

but his attention is on this, listening to every reaction he makes. the resistance isn't too bad; with his tongue as long and tapered as it is, once he's pressed in past that ring it can twist and writhe, gently easing his entrance to relax. enthusiastic as he is, and with his cock throbbing against his belly, it's clear just how much he enjoys this. even if it's a little different, it's still Melqal, and he still enjoys everything about the man. indeed, it suggests he'll enjoy much the same with Dohalim himself...

well, thoughts for later.]

[Melqal's breath hitches in his throat, before it opens up again to let out a reedy, but soft moan. he'd almost forgotten how sinuous that tongue can be, how... pliant that it can be. he can feel it press against his walls, slicking him up, stretching him out. gods, but does it feel so good, leaving him trembling with need for more.

shifting a hand away from Morax's, Melqal reaches down to gently drag a finger up Morax's cock, before teasing the slit by rubbing his finger against it. if Morax wants Melqal to squirm, then he'll respond in kind. he idly wonders just how many times he can get his lover to cum]

M-Morax...

[his hips twitch for more, as he leans down. it's a swift motion as Melqal wraps his fingers around the length, before slipping Morax's cock into his mouth again]

[it's not his intention to make Melqal squirm, in actuality; he just likes to feel him, likes to please him. it's doubly useful in this case, but... well, if he squirms, that's not bad either.

still, he pauses as Melqal drags a finger over his cock, teases the slit and draws out a little whine from Morax. it's too much, after the redhead had been sucking on him before--]

Mm--mmh!

[hips twitch as Melqal takes his cock into his mouth again, eyes closing as he tries to focus on his own ministrations. that... doesn't help much, not when that mouth is so warm and so welcoming, and his hips want to rise up into it. he doesn't let it stop him, but his tongue does become a little more desperate in its movements, hands trembling as he opens his lover up.]

[it's the sort of reaction he wanted out of Morax, to be completely honest. though, Melqal thinks to himself, he should be a little more merciful. after all, this is the first time they'll be laying with each other in hundreds of years. he doesn't want to exhaust his lover, or himself too quickly.

his mouth on Morax's cock is short lived as he slips it out again; he presses a chaste kiss on the tip before sitting up again. the tongue in him... oh it does things to him, it always has. he can feel the heat flush his skin, he can feel himself trembling, and when that tongue brushes up against that bundle of nerves deep inside, Melqal lets out another, sharper moan. honestly, if this were any other time, Morax could easily get him off like this, and he'd be satisfied. as it were... no, he wants to feel his lover fill him completely, until he can't, anymore.

Melqal makes another note to apologise to Dohalim; the lust overtakes him once more, his mind one tracked and focused on being completely spent, once he and Morax are satisfied]

[Morax, at least, isn't worried about being exhausted. he'd manage through whatever his lover wanted, even if he somehow started to tire out. the benefit of his being an earth elemental means that he certainly has no shortage of energy.

but for now, he's content in working through his efforts, tongue driving in as deep as he can get it, teasing his prostate only on occasion. he could get him off, true, but he's feeling very... obedient, and that's not what Melqal suggested before.

finally, reluctantly, he pulls his tongue back with a soft gasp, nuzzling his thigh.]

That... mmn. That should be enough, my treasure...

[his head feels a little fuzzy, dizzy with want and need, cock dripping precum over his belly.]

[Melqal lets out a soft sigh at the feeling of Morax's tongue pulling out of him, leaving him a trembling mess already. if he's reacting to such a way now... hm. leaning forward again, he drags his tongue along the small puddle of precum, and teases the tip of Morax's cock again, before pushing himself up to move around.

straddling the spirit's waist this time, Melqal offers a small, but mischievous grin, a hand reaching down to brush a lock of hair from Morax's face before sliding down to his chest, as the other takes his cock to guide into his entrance. there's a shuddering sigh that leaves Melqal as he lowers himself slowly down the length, feeling himself stretch over the head; gods, it's both so familiar and foreign. he moves with excruciating slowness, letting himself feel every last inch of his lover's cock in him, committing yet another memory.

there's a slight nervousness, no doubt from Dohalim's side, one that Melqal soothes quickly, with reassurances that this is fine. that it'll feel more than fine soon. as he buries that cock deep in him, he lets out a needy moan, breath heavy at the feeling of being full. he can feel the slight quake of his muscles as he adjusts himself; he doesn't move just yet just so he can give himself and Morax a brief moment to get used to all of this]

Ah... haah...

[Morax is lost to the way Melqal moves, utterly entranced by the touch of a tongue against his belly, his cock. the pressure of a hand on his skin or brushing through his hair, and he knows he could just stay that way without a second of hesitation. but the concern doesn't ease entirely - it's true that they've done this countless times before, but Dohalim's body is equally precious.]

Don't... ah... don't rush...

[as if he needs to tell him. but still, the deeper his cock sinks in, the more dizzy the haze filling him becomes. soon, too soon, he exhales a reedy groan as Melqal's hips rest over his, hole so tight it may just drive him mad. soon after that moment begins, he's already starting to squirm, aching for more. don't rush, indeed.]

[don't rush, Morax says, and it serves as a reminder that Melqal, as greedy as he is, should perhaps take just a moment more to let his and Dohalim's body get used to this. it feels like a new experience all over again, one that he'll relish in; soon, he feels himself relax just ever so slightly.

of course, Melqal also takes that as an opportunity to lift himself up a little bit, before dropping himself back down. a hitched gasp leaves him, is almost forced out of him as electricity runs its course along his nerves, setting him ablaze. familiar, yet foreign, but not at all unwelcome. he leans onto his hand resting on Morax's chest, bracing himself as he does it again, this time pulling the elemental's cock out more, and sliding it back in]

Ah... Mn...

[lustful eyes glance down at Morax, a grin on Melqal's face; a hand comes up to take one of Morax's hands to guide it to his thigh. he did want to be a little mean and tell the spirit not to touch him, but... gods, does he want that touch]

Haah... Touch me, if you want, my love... I want you to...

[with that being said, he lifts himself up and drops himself down again, before setting a pace, a slow pace that gradually picks up]

Ah-haah...

[Melqal moves and Morax is left twitching all over again, his body as sensitive as the other's in many ways. Dohalim's body is a little different, but all that means is the spirit is drawn to his lover's movements with every passing moment. Hips rise and he can see his cock as it slides out and back in, slow but steady...]

You're... nngh...

[His hands move willingly, one curling around his lover's thigh and kneading there as the redhead chooses his pace.]

Haaah... you're so... tight...

[hands wander, one teasing along his thigh and over his cock as the other slips up, grazing nails over his chest and brushing a nipple on their way.]

You feel so... good...

[the lustful comments only encourages Melqal, huffing out a half laugh, half moan as he keeps moving, the touches sending shivers up and down his spine. oh, how he's missed this, how he's missed Morax's surprisingly smooth hands over his body, unravelling him slowly. fingers teasing a nipple, hand brushing over his cock... honestly, there is no one in this world that could get him to fall apart quite as easily as Morax can]

Ha-ah... You feel so good... In me...

[sitting back down in Morax's lap, Melqal rolls his hips, feeling that length press up against his walls, the tip teasing against his prostate. it gets him to jolt slightly as he lets out another moan, louder and more unrestrained, this time. now, he has to wonder if...

moving a hand back behind him to grab Morax's thigh and bracing himself, Melqal leans back just a little bit, his eyes trained down to the taut plane of his stomach. he keeps slowly leaning back before he can see the skin bulge up ever so slightly; he flashes Morax a grin]

Ah... Look how much... You fill me up.

[in the back of his mind, he can feel even Dohalim's anxiety slowly melt away as he starts to succumb to this undeniable pleasure; this is good. this is a good thing. he deserves this, after all]

[It's good to know that's still about the perfect size, really. The little jolts and moans are enough to draw out shivers in turn, his cock throbbing as hips roll with it buried so deep.]

Ah... haah... you always did like it... so deep...

[but oh, the look of him. Leaning back, gaze trained down his stomach to watch that bulge... Morax may have forgotten this, if they'd done it before - at least, with just one cock available. To think...]

You take me... so well...

[fingers having slipped downward with Melqal leaning back, let's them glide over that bulge, tips gently rubbing along his stomach. The other moves up from his hip to grasp the redhead's cock, staring up at him with such love and devotion in his gaze.]

I've missed you so much... all of you.

[slowly stroking Melqal's cock, Morax rolls his hips to rock his own against the fingers on his lover's belly.]

Haaah... I'm already so close... you teased me too much, Melqal.

[Not that they'll likely stop at one. Or two, or... well, he sure Melqal will play it by ear, especially with how much less experience Dohalim seems to have. He hopes, too, that they're both enjoying this.]

I-I've missed you too...

[feeling Morax's fingers press against the bulge, as well as the hand wrapping around his cock only rips out another moan as he throws his head back. it's a sort of stimulation he hasn't felt in so long; to feel that pressure inside, as well as the pressure from the spirit's fingers almost makes him cum right there. he can feel Morax's cock press up against his prostate, making holding back all the harder to do. but, like his lover's train of thought, they never really do stop at one, do they?

pressing his hand against the one on his belly, Melqal rolls his hips again, shuddering at the feeling on the inside and out; bot of their fingers lifting up slightly at the head pushing up against his belly again]

When... When you want, then... cum for me, my love. I want it...

[with that being said, he sets a pace again, this time faster, relentlessly fucking himself with Morax's length. the sound of skin slapping against skin only drives him further, with a burning need to feel Morax release into him]

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