Just this bit— [ murmured carefully as he continues his work. his tongue is hot but his insides are hotter, not entirely the fault of his magic. ]
—I want to help just this bit. [ a little nonsensical, but what he means is; if he can only soothe just this little patch of skin, if he can only ease the ache here, then it'll serve as a reminder for what's to come. their after that they're both working towards. it's a silly thing, but he'd rather literally go up in flames than just sit back and watch hwylryn hurt himself without helping at all.
( Hwylryn will understand better, with nuance, later - much later, after the rush of trial and their grand finale, and Ish is returned, and he finally has a moment to breathe. Right now, he understands vaguely - he understands through instinct alone.
And it makes him happy. He wonders if Ish can taste his heart's beat, slowed as it was before, more vibrant now (always more vibrant, with Ish). )
... Mmm.
( His palms press lightly against Ish's head, as if to encourage him, fingers tangled fully into his hair - still delicate, still mindful not to bleed into him; much more delicate than he had been with himself, his clothes, his hair. )
It feels nice. ( But, then again: ) You always feel nice.
You too. [ his pace quickens, both from the encouragement and roil of magic within him. every second his chest gets tighter, but the pain is nothing compared to what he's seen hwylryn go through today. ]
I can't mark you right now, but I hope this is enough for you to remember I'm here with you. And later, I'll show the rest of you this care too.
( If only Hwyl knew Ish were on the verge of catching fire (hit by Suzanne Collins)... He probably? wouldn't be encouraging this, because, while his love for Ish has taken him in a strange runaround of expression, it'd be hard for him to be so addled to force him to risk it just for a little indulgence. Then again, if he were in a better state of mind, he might suspect this counts as some sort of entanglement, already.
But he doesn't know, and he isn't doing better, and so,
Mmh - faint sounds, not displeased, leave his lips as Ish laps at him. It stings, it hurts, but it feels nice, and he regrets - that once he's done, Ish will have to pull away, and return to his work, and Hwylryn will have to return to go on to deceive Primrose and check with Junior and prepare for trial, and Hwylryn hardly wants that. )
... How could I ever forget? ( Even if Ish hadn't marked his heart, he's made his own heart clear. ) Ish, I...
( Mm, he noses under the rim of his hat if it's remained, pressing a kiss there. )
... Don't stop.
( It feels nice, Ish is too sweet, and he feels like he needs something to cling to when he feels so - adrift. And, for the first time, that's such a scary thing. )
I don't want to. [ but he'll have to, soon. not yet, but very soon. he pushes through, satisfied with his work on his chest.
ish smiles, taking off his hat and placing it on hwylryn's head. for now he can keep that, because he shifts downward, to his thigh. he should have just gone for the gashes on his arm, but he is slowly awakening to his desires. the sight of hwylryn's pale leg, hiked up slip, all being painted red almost drove him mad.
this area he address more urgently, wet pops diligently sweeping away the red, like soap bubbles. ]
Hwylryn is already plenty sexually awakened but he feels like he's going through a whole second one seeing Ish between his legs like that, right up against his upper thigh,
His fingers curl into Ish's hair, as if to press him a little more into the raw wound, his breathing growing a little deeper - not in the same way it has with him delirious and short on blood, but. well. Well. )
. . . Are you enjoying yourself?
( A question that comes with a breathy laugh, and flushed cheeks. )
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—I want to help just this bit. [ a little nonsensical, but what he means is; if he can only soothe just this little patch of skin, if he can only ease the ache here, then it'll serve as a reminder for what's to come. their after that they're both working towards. it's a silly thing, but he'd rather literally go up in flames than just sit back and watch hwylryn hurt himself without helping at all.
if you count this as helping. ]
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And it makes him happy. He wonders if Ish can taste his heart's beat, slowed as it was before, more vibrant now (always more vibrant, with Ish). )
... Mmm.
( His palms press lightly against Ish's head, as if to encourage him, fingers tangled fully into his hair - still delicate, still mindful not to bleed into him; much more delicate than he had been with himself, his clothes, his hair. )
It feels nice. ( But, then again: ) You always feel nice.
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I can't mark you right now, but I hope this is enough for you to remember I'm here with you. And later, I'll show the rest of you this care too.
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But he doesn't know, and he isn't doing better, and so,
Mmh - faint sounds, not displeased, leave his lips as Ish laps at him. It stings, it hurts, but it feels nice, and he regrets - that once he's done, Ish will have to pull away, and return to his work, and Hwylryn will have to return to go on to deceive Primrose and check with Junior and prepare for trial, and Hwylryn hardly wants that. )
... How could I ever forget? ( Even if Ish hadn't marked his heart, he's made his own heart clear. ) Ish, I...
( Mm, he noses under the rim of his hat if it's remained, pressing a kiss there. )
... Don't stop.
( It feels nice, Ish is too sweet, and he feels like he needs something to cling to when he feels so - adrift. And, for the first time, that's such a scary thing. )
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ish smiles, taking off his hat and placing it on hwylryn's head. for now he can keep that, because he shifts downward, to his thigh. he should have just gone for the gashes on his arm, but he is slowly awakening to his desires. the sight of hwylryn's pale leg, hiked up slip, all being painted red almost drove him mad.
this area he address more urgently, wet pops diligently sweeping away the red, like soap bubbles. ]
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Hwylryn is already plenty sexually awakened but he feels like he's going through a whole second one seeing Ish between his legs like that, right up against his upper thigh,
His fingers curl into Ish's hair, as if to press him a little more into the raw wound, his breathing growing a little deeper - not in the same way it has with him delirious and short on blood, but. well. Well. )
. . . Are you enjoying yourself?
( A question that comes with a breathy laugh, and flushed cheeks. )
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