( He feels the shudder, hears how Ish breathes and relaxes into it, and in Hwylryn's waves of excess swims new color: surprise, foremost - then relief; happiness; content; excitement; mischief (always mischief, no matter what). He's too much, and he knows it! He doesn't mind it, on the day to day. But it's always a little sad, a little acrid in his mouth, when the ones he wants love from most can't take what he is in his most natural state. He's not a creature made to contain his emotion.
But Ish doesn't recoil from it, or force himself to endure. Hwylryn hadn't meant to test him, or anything; that would require thinking beyond himself, for a second, and he was thinking a little too much of himself. He wanted Ish to know! And Ish would have to suffer the consequences. But Ish doesn't suffer. He seems to ease into it, he seems like maybe he even enjoys it? And that thought - one he hopes is true - makes his chest bubble like nothing else.
Somewhere, while gauging Ish's reactions, he'd begun to press kisses to his neck (he had gauged those reactions, before - he was just a little distracted, is all). It's when Ish seems lost in the rushing tides of Hwylryn's feelings, heart still in hand, excitement in Hwylryn's chest, does that kissing turn to sucking and teething - affectionate, teeth digging in deeper; not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to mark. Gnawing, when the feelings in him begin to turn particularly fond. (And, idly, he considers - perhaps he ought to mark Ish, the way Blade had Dan Heng . . . ) )
[ one more breath he told himself and then he would move to separate them. one more breath and hwylryn's teeth catch onto his skin and pull him in even deeper than before. he sighs into the sensation, into the warmth needling into him, the fingers around hwylryn's heart plucking different kind of notes than before. there's still an edge of pain to it, much like teeth, but there's a pleasure to it, a pleasant ache.
he shouldn't be encouraging this, but here he is, anyway. ]
( The more Ish teeths in turn, jolts running hot, so much more vibrant and so much more intense than if he'd just clawed at his skin, from every chord played and through his heart, through his chest, to the rest of him, the more violent the teething grows until it's a lot less suckling, a lot less teething, and a lot more biting into him - until his teeth sink particularly hard into Ish's flesh, and Hwylryn can't help but press up against him, as if he means - through instinct alone - to return half as much intensity of sensation as Ish is giving him.
Their chests may be necessarily split by Ish's hand as a gulf between them, but lower? That might be enough to discourage Ish, because it sure doesn't discourage Hwylryn. In fact - and unfortunately - all this; the pain; the intimacy; the biting; the way Ish likes it, too - only encourages him. )
[ unlike next week in the orchards, ish doesn't even have the sense of mind to string together thoughts of confusion, embarrassment, or surprise. all he has is instinct: he likes how hwylryn feels, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his heart, his—
—blood blooms from the marks along his neck, little blossoms of heat. mmnph, he feels so hot but it's not enough, not when he can feel hwylryn against him, in the same way he is.
( It's probably at least winding to fall while having a hand impact your whole entire heart??? Painful, and winding, and while he could've gone without it, he's on the fence about if he's not into it,
It's all enough to mostly distract Hwylryn from how Ish feels pressed up against him,
almost. )
... I think... you can let go— ( A shuddering exhale, cheeks brushed with a lingering red, the sensation still strong. The mood is a little lost now, but he seems pleased enough by his handwork on Ish's neck, as he reorients his gaze. ) It'd be harder to help like this...
( he has no idea why ish is screamin in the dazed and Extremely Distracted state of mind he's in he just figured it's a delayed scream from falling. or something )
Right, right! [ despite how fast he replies, he's careful when he removes his hand. there's no blood, since this is him cheating with his magic in a novel way. ]
To help? [ wow they're both pretty flushed, huh? (his braincells are still several feet up there somewhere). he tucks some hair away from hwylryn's face, eyes confused and searching. pointedly ignoring how the rest of him feels, at least for now. ]
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But Ish doesn't recoil from it, or force himself to endure. Hwylryn hadn't meant to test him, or anything; that would require thinking beyond himself, for a second, and he was thinking a little too much of himself. He wanted Ish to know! And Ish would have to suffer the consequences. But Ish doesn't suffer. He seems to ease into it, he seems like maybe he even enjoys it? And that thought - one he hopes is true - makes his chest bubble like nothing else.
Somewhere, while gauging Ish's reactions, he'd begun to press kisses to his neck (he had gauged those reactions, before - he was just a little distracted, is all). It's when Ish seems lost in the rushing tides of Hwylryn's feelings, heart still in hand, excitement in Hwylryn's chest, does that kissing turn to sucking and teething - affectionate, teeth digging in deeper; not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to mark. Gnawing, when the feelings in him begin to turn particularly fond. (And, idly, he considers - perhaps he ought to mark Ish, the way Blade had Dan Heng . . . ) )
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he shouldn't be encouraging this, but here he is, anyway. ]
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Their chests may be necessarily split by Ish's hand as a gulf between them, but lower? That might be enough to discourage Ish, because it sure doesn't discourage Hwylryn. In fact - and unfortunately - all this; the pain; the intimacy; the biting; the way Ish likes it, too - only encourages him. )
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—blood blooms from the marks along his neck, little blossoms of heat. mmnph, he feels so hot but it's not enough, not when he can feel hwylryn against him, in the same way he is.
he needs to find more leverage— ]
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unceremoniously they fall a few feet to the ground proper. oh.
what was he doing? what was he feeling? ahhh he's bleeding and hwylryn is—
he's suddenly aware of how tight his bottoms are.
hm. ]
Eeeeeeeeeeee! [ that's not even a proper exclamation? ish is dead.
his hand is still inside hwylryn's chest also. ]
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( It's probably at least winding to fall while having a hand impact your whole entire heart??? Painful, and winding, and while he could've gone without it, he's on the fence about if he's not into it,
It's all enough to mostly distract Hwylryn from how Ish feels pressed up against him,
almost. )
... I think... you can let go— ( A shuddering exhale, cheeks brushed with a lingering red, the sensation still strong. The mood is a little lost now, but he seems pleased enough by his handwork on Ish's neck, as he reorients his gaze. ) It'd be harder to help like this...
( he has no idea why ish is screamin in the dazed and Extremely Distracted state of mind he's in he just figured it's a delayed scream from falling. or something )
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To help? [ wow they're both pretty flushed, huh? (his braincells are still several feet up there somewhere). he tucks some hair away from hwylryn's face, eyes confused and searching. pointedly ignoring how the rest of him feels, at least for now. ]
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( As Ish removes his hand with a tender mindfulness, a gasp, slightly breathy, escapes his lips.
He swallows, getting a grip of himself - missing the feel of Ish inside him already (maybe we shouldn't phrase it like that) (but also)
As for the question, well. Once he's sort of reoriented proper, he shifts a little bit . . . palming Ish through the fabric, )
. . . If you want.
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it's hard to get out words and ish is in actual danger of biting his tongue, beet red, the pupils of his eyes thin slits. he tries again, fruitlessly.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
his heart thunders in his ears, and he aches in a way he's never known until now. ]
You'resobeautifulandIcan'tmmmmmmnYeahIyeahplease.
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