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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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]

[watching as Melqal moves, head thrown back in the throes of his passions, Morax wishes he could have it both ways. to see his cock bulging the young man's belly, and to lean up and press their mouths together... ah, well. more things for later.

Melqal's hips roll, and Morax shivers at the sensation, tail curling and twisting beside him.]

Ah... haah... of course... I can hardly wai--wait-

[hardly, and when Melqal sets a pace, hips slapping his as he drives himself over Morax's cock, how could he even think to hold out? they ache for each other in such a visceral way, endlessly hopeless. Melqal's name falls from the spirit's lips and he finally moves to grasp the man's hips, pulling them down as his orgasm hits. it's as powerful as ever, maybe more, he thinks - after so long, maybe that makes sense. the feeling of releasing into him, spend pouring hot and thick inside... ah. he could lose his mind within this, he thinks.]

[he lets out a strangled moan at the feeling of cum pumping into him as he continues to ride his lover with a blissful look on his face. his own orgasm quickly creeps up on him, precum slicking Morax's fingers as his cock twitches from under his touch. gods, he feels hot, too hot, his skin feels like it's on fire, his nerves feel electrified. but it just all feels so good...

he doesn't last much longer as he cums soon after, loudly moaning out his lover's name. Melqal is pretty sure that he can be heard on the other side of the door, but right now, he doesn't care. and it seems like Dohalim doesn't, either, his other self also succumbing to the pleasure. he almost has to wonder to himself just how much stamina this body has. in the haze of heightened pleasure, a thought comes to him, as he leans down to press a heated kiss against Morax's lips. his hips don't stop moving, using his hole to stimulate the spirit again. he can feel some of that spend drip out of him; there's something oddly erotic about that, isn't there...

as he breaks their kiss, Melqal's breath is heavy, as he flashes Morax a crooked grin. his eyes glow indigo for a moment as he casts a small healing arte, just to give himself a little bit of a stamina boost]

Are you... Ready for more...

[a voiced question for Morax, for which he knows the answer to. but also one for Dohalim, in case he does want to stop. but he doesn't feel any resistance, only a quiet enthusiasm for more]

[He's absolutely beautiful in the throes of passion. Morax is caught staring despite the buzz of electric desire coursing through him. Even as he comes down from it, he feels so... so... dumbfounded, really.

The moan of his name earns a little twitch of Morax's cock, a moan in reply issuing from his lips as Melqal's spend splatters against his skin, across his hand.]

Ah... wa... i... mmnh-

[whatever he was trying to say is lost as their lips meet, tongue twisting and writhing for more. The sensation of his body shifting, hole working Morax's cock as spend drips and squelches around it... ah, he's going to lose his mind. He wasn't going to go soft in the first place, he knows, but like this? ... truly, his lover is abundantly confident and knowledgeable.]

Nnh... ah... ye-- yes. Please... I need more.

[His mind is already going wild thinking of the possibilities, trembling hands squeezing the tops of Melqal's thighs.]

[there's a soft smile on Melqal's face as he keeps close, his hips rolling against Morax's still. it's a slightly awkward position, but he doesn't care; he wants to watch the spirit fall into his pleasure again. he wants to be reminded that he's the only one who can bring the elemental to this brink, that he's the only one who's allowed to see him like this. in all honesty, it warms him, knowing that he's the only one who his lover trusts to see him so vulnerable]

Mmn... Love you...

[the words are muttered softly, before he leans in to press a more chaste kiss against Morax's lips. a contrast to how he was just mere moments ago, to give them a slight pause before Melqal throws himself into his passion again. he peppers gentle kisses all over Morax's face, before pushing himself up, hands on either side of the spirit's head. only then, does he move his hips in the same pace as before, half lidded eyes looking down at his lover as he rides his cock again]

Tell me... Tell me what you want... Tell me what you... Want me to do...

[he's willing to do anything for Morax; all his lover has to do is say the word, and he'll do it]

[he's just so good at it. Morax doesn't really know it that's a normal thing, honestly - his experience with others is nil, after all. and honestly, he doesn't want any more. if Melqal and Dohalim are the only ones allowed to push him to this space, so much the better.]

Ah... haah... love you too...

[meeting Melqal's lips, he settles into that softness. catching his breath while his lover continues to move is impossible, but that's fine. he can't help but smile as he's peppered with kisses, only to fall into more gasps as the redhead rides him again.]

I-- I... ah... I want... nnhh... want to feel you inside, too...

[his cock throbs inside him, and he just... wants so much. all of him, as soon as possible. it's been so long and he's feeling so impatient.]

[Melqal nods, red hair falling over his face, framing it. lusty amber eyes stay trained on Morax as loud moans slip from Melqal's lips, his movements quickening. whatever his lover wants, he'll get, in due time. it's not like he can really deny him that pleasure, either, not after being away from him for so long. he wants to take everything the spirit can give him, but he himself wants to give in return. and really, the night is still young, after all, and there is no shortage of healing artes he can cast to keep himself going the entire night. Melqal wants the three of them to be thoroughly satisfied with each other, and only then, will he stop]

A-as you wish... But... Not yet...

[pushing himself upright once more, the pace he'd set before is back, wanting to bring to Morax another orgasm. he's not full enough, he thinks, he wants to feel the cum sloshing around in his insides. a thought he has to give pause on for a moment, in case Dohalim has something to say about it, but he's pleasantly surprised when he's not pushed back with any sort of resistance on the idea. hm... interesting. different they may be, it seems that their tastes are similar when it comes to certain things. and to think, this is Dohalim's first encounter with Morax... but this is a good sign]

You are too reserved... Don't hold back m-my love...

You-- asked... ah...!

[Morax's head falls back for soft gasps as Melqal returns to his pace. hands come up to grip his waist, arms loose enough to keep from hindering him, but he needs to feel the other man's body.]

I'm not... t-trying to... nngh...

[he just came, but Morax isn't exactly bound by the limitations of humans. precum practically pours into the redhead, and with this pace, with how the other's pushing them both, he doesn't know if he could hold back even if he wanted to.]

Melqal... ah... haah... you're so...

[fingers tighten around his skin and pull him down, a rough little rumble on his lips that's somewhere between a keening moan and a growl. the heat of him is intense, so soon after, cum pouring inside to fill him up. his hips tremble as it continues, cock big enough to hold it all in place for now.]

[there's an almost blissful look on Melqal's face as he feels Morax spill into him once more, filling him up again. oh, how he's missed the sensation of it all, and he's glad that Dohalim's body can take it. if his other self is willing to, Melqal would love to push it to its limit sometime. but that's another time and conversation to have later. he's more than happy with this, to be with his lover once more]

Ah... Morax...

[hearing that rumbling growl coming from the spirit sends a shiver up his spine; it sounded so feral, like he used to be whenever they really got at each other. when Morax would succumb to his more animalistic nature, and covet all of Melqal. not that he ever minded, really, not when he practically opened himself up to be taken so roughly. he always did shine his brightest when he was like that, after all...

Melqal brings a hand up, fingers brushing along his lover's lips, before gently pressing two of them into Morax's mouth]

I suppose... I should give you what you want... Get them slick, my love.

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

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