evergreen

Akara neared, and Laer had thought that he'd known what to expect, an eager mouth, a familiar pattern; he'd let his gaze fall back, and then it'd be over. It wasn't as though he did not feel for those he laid with, if nothing Laer felt abundantly and far too much but Akara was significant in every imaginable way. A beautiful mind that had been blemished but still retained its shine, one that was so akin to his own. Laer had known it the moment he'd looked into that soft set of sad eyes that the mortal and he were broken in ways that while they were so far apart there was every chance of understanding one another. He knew what it meant to lose everything, to be alone in this world, but there was solace in finding peace within another.

Laer had expected trepidation and maybe a bit of uncertainty; mortals were fond of boasting of their own abilities while continuously falling woefully short. Akara engulfed him entirely and pulled his cheeks around the width of Laer's shaft; immediately, the chancellor's breath was pulled from his lungs as he made a sound that was something between a gasp and a moan. His eyes rolled back for a moment as he realized only then how foolish he'd been to have denied Akara - and himself - this opportunity.

The ever-present smile widened further as he grinned down at the look of the man between his thighs. Water pooled around them; the image of another's lips wrapped around his cock was something that Laer naturally relished in, but seeing what his mind's eye had conjured replaced by Akara in person was that much sweeter. Torrid warmth washed his senses, baptized the air around them as an appreciative brush of Laer's fingers raked affectionately through the neat den of curls atop Akara's head. His thumb brushed against the height of the other's cheekbones as Laer's dark but golden eyes shimmered with the light of the sky behind him. Cascaded and framed in gilding, a gasp followed about the court as the pitch of Laer's warmth rose quite suddenly.

For all the heat that the chancellor exuded, he'd never felt more at home than at the tender place nestled at the back of his lover's throat. Boyfriend, right, that was the term. That made Akara his and Laer the mortal's in turn. He wanted more of him, all of him, but neither did he want to ruin him; for all the chancellor's greatness and might, he was still just a man, and as Akara bottomed out on his waist, he could not help the way his hips made the idle motion of a buck in return. That heated press of tongue and hollowed cheeks, the symmetry of song that rang between them, Laer sighed and it might have been a symphony in its own right. "And still, every time I look at you, I'm more and more endeared." He'd told Akara everything was in his hands and that he'd make no demands, but the elve had been turned into a liar with his next request, "Keep going."

Laer's hand in his hair only spurred him on more. To be honest, he'd been concerned about what the other's reaction could possibly be once he started. Akara felt like he'd talked a big game so he really couldn't mess this up. Thankfully, the chancellor was more than pleased by everything he was doing so that was all that mattered to him right now. Water splashed against his face which caused him to close his eyes, but he was still very much focused on the task at hand. Maybe he should have known that he would very much love to please Laer in any capacity. That had been obvious from the moment they met. Akara had always been a people please, but the chancellor's opinion on things mattered more to him than most other people's opinions. Which was why he only gained more confidence at the. sounds that had been leaving the other's mouth. If he could've, he would've patted himself on the back. Instead, he lifted his hand to rest at the base as Laer's hip bucked. He'd been prepared for that though as he relaxed his throat and kept going.

On the motion back up, his hand followed before his mouth sunk back down to take all of Laer in. If it wasn't the hand in his hair that spurred him on, it was the compliment that did. Akara couldn't have been more happy about the pleasure he was able to give to someone he was sure could very well get it on his own easily. But Laer wanted him. Akara couldn't understand it, but he did accept it because he had to believe he was worth something. Nobody had ever quite looked at him like Laer did. He'd never really wanted anyone to. Still, he closed his eyes again to focus on what he was doing, but he opened them again because he really wanted to look at Laer's face. His glasses had fallen slightly down his face yet he really didn't care to fix them at the moment. They were already fogged up because of the steam so he just used his other hand to take them off to let them float off behind him. He'd have to remember to grab them later or he certainly wouldn't be able to see.

As he pulled back up to the tip, his tongue licked a line up the shaft. He pulled away for a second to speak. "You can, um, pull my hair if you want. I can take it, I promise." Without a second thought on the matter, he went back to business and placed his mouth right back where it had been. He used Laer's thighs as leverage to swallow the other down as far as he could before pulling back up again to take it all in again. Gosh, he could probably do this forever if Laer let him. Was this the highlight of his life? Probably. Well, it would be for now. Who knew what would happen if they actually did more. Akara would probably implode.

To feel Akara's body so close to him, the warmth of the librarian's breath, and the static that seemed to hum under his skin, it was all Laer could do to keep from pulling him down into the water now. Months of chaste abstinence was not something that Laer was known for; in fact, the opposite was true; sometimes, the chancellor liked to greet someone by putting his dick in their mouth. His grip around Akara's hand tightened as he drew the other's hold over his own cock up and then back down again. His breath quaked as Laer didn't bother holding it back, the gentle sigh that precipitated a moan that was sure to follow if he didn't put some space between them.

"If my partner, or partners, aren't enjoying themselves at least as much as me, I can't finish." It was a sickness, this revelry for passion and desire; Laer enjoyed making a spectacle out of himself because those around him always appreciated this. Nothing could have prepared him for what Akara would say next though, Laer had imagined it enough times, had played the act out over and over again. Even now, he imagined what it'd be like, but uncertain eyes gathered confidence, met Laer's, and then spoke his wish to fruition. Naturally, who was the chancellor to deny such a request?

Victory at long last. Laer leaned back again, the evidence of his pride clear across his features as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. The chancellor tilted his head to the side as steam continued to rise through the bathroom around them; warm, temperate, and inviting. Laer's tone was smooth, velvet crept over the tarmac of his tongue as he invited Akara to make good on his offer. "Then give it to me."

When they had first talked about this, Laer had only mentioned the train that would absolutely be run on Akara. Honestly, that was what he'd been preparing himself for. Yet it hadn't been mentioned again. There were prying eyes, but that didn't matter much to him. All he really wanted was to have Laer all to himself and that was what the chancellor had offered to him. He'd probably said he was lucky before, but he was sure that the fey thought the same. Every time he would turn to look at Laer at any point, the other's eyes were already on him. He knew what it meant now and he couldn't have been happier that someone like him attracted someone like Laer. Some immortal being wanting to be with a mortal? Wild. Akara was just fine with having Laer as long as he possibly could. Eventually, he'd be gone, but that was something they didn't have to worry about right now. Definitely not right now.

"Oh. Well, you're different from a lot of people then." A good thing for sure. Laer was one of a kind and someone he admired more than just as a boyfriend. How could someone not like him though? It seemed pretty impossible to Akara. But he could probably compliment the other for hours, maybe even days or weeks without stopping. Right now, he was more focused on the way Laer drew his hand towards his...penis? That didn't sound like the proper word to use honestly. It was the correct one, but he was so very sure that he should've been using the 'c' word. He'd have to work up to that, too. Everything was so much easier to say when he was writing it. Either way, his gaze drifted down as his hand stroked up and down, Laer's hand over it as guidance. Akara had done this many times before though so he didn't really need assistance, but he'd been very distracted. Completely distracted.

His hand dropped though as he leaned in towards Laer. There was a very...delighted look on the chancellor's face now. Well, it had been there before, but it was even more-so there now that Akara had finally sputtered the words out. Hopefully he didn't mess it up and choke. He was so good at not doing that. He'd had a lot of practice. Nevertheless, he pushed all of that self-doubt to the side as he leaned down closer and closer until he was able to see the small bead of precum just at the tip. His hand lifted to push his glasses up his face before he let his mouth sink down past shaft and all the way to the base. As he pulled back up to the tip, he hollowed out his cheeks before sinking back down again to the base again and again. He hadn't realized his eyes had been closed, but he chanced opening them just to see Laer's reaction. The chancellor really was indeed prettier than the sky.

"Do you see what you do to me," Laer's gaze stayed fixed on the weight of his heft as he slid up the length of himself and turned atop the crown before gliding back down. The cock itself had heft, his pulse throbbed within his grip, swollen and engorged, the warmest part of the Sun elve's significant frame. "and it's yours." A promise, a gift of posterity that he'd swung to more people than there were stars in the sky, but the possessiveness of the indication was in itself a rarity. Laer's head craned back momentarily as his body arched in response. His thoughts drifted to the idea of Akara wrapped around him, his lips, his body; Laer thought about Akara's own desire throbbing warm and undone across the elve's body as he drank the man's seed eagerly and willfully.

The sun glinted under Laer's skin as the temperature spiked suddenly around them; the water bubbled as if responding to the haze of lust between them. Like Aphrodite rising from her shell amidst the sea's rebellious foam, the Gods quaked at her fairness, and so did the clouds quiver at the rising tide of Laer's desire. Bright eyes, bright like the sun, drifted from the daydream above to the vision in front of him as he continued to pace his way over his shaft. "There's nothing you can say that would chase me off, not now; not when you have me in the palm of your hand." Laer was so enraptured by the other that he saw little else, particularly now as his fist beat against the water and the tub churned with the quickening motion of the chancellor's pace. He'd made a big show of not making any demands of Akara, but the temptation was there. "Will you not touch yourself?" Laer asked, "Do you really not see me as desirable?" Naturally, he did not believe this, but he could be playful and pose the question. His movements slowed again as he gave himself a rest to lean forward just slightly, hands gliding across the sides. "What should I do next?"

#d. chancellorxlaer #dialogue.#all. laer #akara 'i can't say cock in my head' yilmaz

"Me?" Well, he was absolutely positive he'd never heard that before. Maybe that should've been a sign to him that those previous guys hadn't actually liked him. Then again, the time between Akara meeting them and then them ending up in a bathroom stall was a very short amount of time. He couldn't really compare Laer to those guys though. Laer was much nicer, much more caring and way hotter than like all of them. And not just in temperature. "Mine?" That also was not something he had heard before, but he also did like to hear it. Wow, that was all his. It was a lot to have, but he could totally handle it. If he just asked, he could have definitely had that right now. Instead, he was just watching. The temperature rose and yet he still felt a shiver run down his spine as he attempted to move closer. As if his face wasn't close enough to the whole situation.

"Well, I mean, I don't have you in the palm of my hand." He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers. "Very empty," he joked with a hint of a smile as the motions got faster and faster and he really was mesmerized. Maybe he should've immediately joined in, but he was so distracted by what Laer was doing that he barely noticed the reaction it was having on him. Other than his breathing being as shaky as ever. "Um..." He looked down at himself and then back at the chancellor. Right. He was so naked right now. Don't think about it. Don't think about it, Akara. "No. You are very...desirable. I just don't know...I haven't done this in front of anybody before." His shoulders deflated slightly before rising again as Laer moved closer. What should I do next? Oh boy. What was he supposed to say to that? Oh geez, that was such a loaded question. Was he supposed to just say 'let me give you a blowjob'? No, he couldn't say that out loud. He'd be so embarrassed. The wheels were turning in his head. This was not a question he answered often at all. He really had to think on it. How long had he just been sitting there staring into nothing? He tuned back in and looked Laer in the eyes, a breath leaving his mouth. Just rip the bandaid off. "I really want to give you a blowjob." Had he said that out loud? No way, he did. Atlas would be so proud of him.

There were times when Laer did nothing but lounge in this chamber, less so now, but in the Otherworld, when tensions were lighter, he was known for lavishing in himself for days on end. He was indeed the most beautiful, virile, and exuberant of the fey; now that they had ascended, that was even more true. Laer sighed radiance, his breath was summer air, and his eyes were blazing starlight. He did not begrudge Akara his anxieties; truthfully, the chancellor might have been offended if a mortal stood before him and didn't quake with relentless desire. This was a portion of the pleasure, convincing Akara of his worth.

"You want me to help undress you?" Laer clarified though he'd already resolved to close the space between them. His watchful eyes that followed Akara's movements, paired with the simple way he'd stroked himself, had already brought some of the chancellor's warm blood south. Though he relaxed to lend his hands towards the task that Akara had so plainly asked him to commit to. He rose from the water, dripping from his chest down as there was the audible sound of giggling, blushing creatures observing them. Laer could not help that he attracted a crowd, though he had no doubt that Akara brought about a spectacle of his own. "Still, I am filled with so much wonder, how someone so beautiful could be so uncertain." Laer lifted at the hem of Akara's shirt and pulled it off, and over the mortal's head; as a distraction, he brought their lips together again so the other could shrink against his burning frame. The semi-hard weight of Laer's desire pressed its heft against Akara as Laer's tongue navigated the mortal in even, languid strides. Nothing rushed, but his fingers found the waistband of the other's underwear just enough so they'd fall to his ankles. Again, Laer stepped back, this time with Akara's hand in his own as he led the mortal into the water, in part to indulge in the silken foam of the bubbles once more but also so the other's modesty didn't force him to disintegrate entirely.

Against the brim of porcelain and clouds once more, Laer settled with an arm propped against the side. The languid form was displayed as his fist came around himself again and pumped in lazy strides, "Every time I look at you, I adore you more and more." Mutual self-gratification had been previously discussed, so Laer kept his gaze on Akara, though even if the other wasn't undressed the chancellor wasn't likely to have taken his eyes off of him. "You're perfect, Akara."

All he could really muster up was a nod at Laer's question. Yes, he needed help with undressing past the sweater and the shoes and the pants. He actually didn't want to think about how embarrassed he was right now that he couldn't do something as simple as that. He was just a little self-conscious and he absolutely was not at all confident. Well, he could be, but he really needed quite a lot of liquid courage to get to that point. And he didn't want to do that with Laer. No, he wanted to be completely sober when anything happened between them. He was promising that to himself right now. Maybe he'd ask Atlas to help him with that if he remembered to. Why was he thinking about Atlas right now? Well, he loved his friends so there was that. There was also the fact that he always had to think 'What would Atlas do?' every single time he tried to build up even the slightest bit of confidence. Atlas would not be standing here shy. No, he wouldn't at all. However, Akara wasn't there yet so he'd save that thought for next time.

Well, he'd save all of those thoughts for next time because, again, they all left his head as Laer got up and there was just...so much water...dripping down his chest. He had only seen because of course he glanced down at hearing the movement of the water, but then he was back to looking up at the sky. It really was so pretty. He let out a sigh as the chancellor stepped closer to him and his hands lifted to his face as they always did. "I'm not. I'm just...I really like you and I don't want to like run you off. Because people have totally done that before. Like...a lot." Even the Nigerian prince only wanted his money. That had been just a bad situation all around that he didn't want to talk about ever again. So he didn't because Laer was helping him pull his shirt off and that only gave him time to pull his hands away from his face for a moment before they were making their way right back to the same spot. Instead, they were blocked by the fey's lips on his own. It was a good distraction because Akara really wasn't thinking about the fact that his underwear was completely off now when Laer's tongue was in his mouth. Huh, he was really good at this. He'd have to compliment Laer again about it. Later.

When the chancellor finally pulled away, he opened his eyes and just pretended he wasn't completely naked. Not at all. He was totally wearing clothes right now. Thankfully, he was now in the bath so he was semi-obscured. Laer was not at all because there he was. Hand just...going to town. His head tilted as he watched. It felt like his eyes were definitely following the motion a little too closely as he listened very intently to what was being said. Because it was a compliment and his hands went to cover his very warm cheeks. Not his eyes though. He was just really focused on the way Laer's hand just moved up and down and up and down and up and- well, the point had been made. He shook his head and looked up and he probably shouldn't have done that because of course the chancellor's eyes were just on him. Maybe Akara would pick up some of that confidence one day. That was another promise he'd make. Until then, his gaze fell back down as he moved closer. "I don't think I can come up with the same level of compliments that you can. None of mine seem good enough for you." He looked up again to meet the other's eyes for a moment before they drifted back down. He'd moved close enough so that there wasn't much space separating them, enough for him to be all too close to Laer's movements. With his hand. Maybe he should've just asked the question. He totally could have had that in his mouth now.

"I would prefer it if you did," Laer admitted that there existed no world where he did not want to achieve gratification without Akara being present in some form. Either the receptacle or the witness, it just sounded so much more appealing and enjoyable if the sweet librarian was there to bear witness to the chancellor's glory. And how glorious it would be when Laer brought Akara over that brink, how shyness would momentarily dispel for the unbridled, quaking, eterna that would ripple through him. "having you with me means a great deal to me."

Arms wrapped around the other, warm washed from the chancellor's frame as he enveloped the other entirely. Laer breathed a hefty sigh as he drank in the mortal, the firmness of his body pressed in a solid line along the length of Akara's form. The Sun chancellor was enamored with him; anyone who saw the way Laer doted on Akara would be able to attest as much; still, he longed for his evening release, so when he pulled away, he took the other's hand and led him to the open bath of warm clouds and peeping eyes. The water was drawn, warm, and silken with soaps and frosh curated for the chancellor's enjoyment. Through the air wafted the rich, vibrant scents of summer; tropical essences that poured from ever-flowing amphoras into the basin of his bath below.

Laer shed his few clothes and stepped into the bath; the water hugged his frame like an old friend, or Akara, only moments ago. "Clothing isn't allowed in the bath with me, you understand," Laer had taken hold of his manhood as if to punctuate this, leisurely stroking himself as he stepped back and leaned against the sides of porcelain and sky. Naturally, he didn't take his eyes off Akara, "You're welcome to watch, but if you wish to get in with me, then you'll have to remove everything." The glasses could stay; they were practically a prerequisite.

#d. chancellorxlaer #dialogue.#all. laer #slurp slurp

There was sure to be several smudges on his glasses now from how his face had been pressed into Laer's chest. It was something that he often forgot about when he was around the chancellor. Honestly, all of his thoughts seemed to be completely gone when they were near each other. And he had a lot of thoughts all the time. Well, sort of. Most of the time, it felt like he was thinking about writing stories. That had been less of the case nowadays. Akara had been writing those stories as a form of escapism because he always wished he had a relationship that was something out of a fairytale. Maybe it was because he somehow had that now that all of those stories seemed to not have his attention anymore. A smile lifted onto his face again where it was still firmly pressed into Laer's chest.

"Okay." That was all he said before backtracking again. "I mean okay like it means a great deal to me, too. Not like okay like it's whatever. It's not whatever and...yeah." Shut up, Akara. He pursed his lips together to stop himself from rambling more. It wasn't his fault Laer made him so nervous. Well, maybe it was, but that was just because he liked him so much. How was he supposed to just be normal around someone he liked as much as he did Laer? That just seemed so dumb. And why did his heart feel like it was going to burst out of his chest? It almost felt like a panic attack, but so much worse. Was it weird to have a crush on your own boyfriend? Oh my gosh, Laer was his boyfriend. He was internally screaming now. So much so that he really hadn't been paying attention to anything happening right at that very moment.

At some point, he'd been pulled towards this very luxurious bath setup which was...well, it was very different from his own, that was for sure. And then Laer was naked which really wasn't all that surprising, but it was always a sight to see. And then...actually, he had to take his glasses off and clean the smudges to fully comprehend what was happening. He should've known it would happen, but he still felt like he was supposed to look away or something. His head tilted upwards as he put his glasses back on. The sky was very nice. Yes, that was exactly what he should have been looking at right now. "Like...everything?" He was still looking up towards the sky as if he wasn't supposed to be looking, but that was the whole point, wasn't it? Oh man, why was he so awkward about this? He could totally just watch. It was just a normal situation. So normal that he pulled off his sweater. It was very hot in every room Laer stood in so obviously he should've taken that off first. And then of course he had to take his shoes and pants off because, well, it was hot. After that was where he always got very, very nervous. Actually, he was already nervous, but still.

The sky was really so nice. Just really pretty. Top ten skies he'd ever seen. He hadn't seen many, but it was still a beautiful sky. Maybe even number one actually. If he distracted himself enough about the underwear he still had on, then he could just do it and not think about it. Now he was just lying to himself. It totally wouldn't be that easy. Akara was way too...oh no, was he a prude? Did he look like a prude? He glanced down to still see Laer there just...stroking himself...right there. His eyes were planted back on the sky and then he closed them again. "Um...I think if you help me, I'll be less...nervous about it. Like what if it looks weird and then you're like 'Woah, that looks weird.' I mean, not that anyone has ever said that before, but you know."

Companionship was common and easy, but the symmetry between being understood and appreciated was far less and more scarce. There was a quiet brilliance to Akara's mind, a definitive thoughtfulness that sat behind those dark eyes, and it was something that Laer had often pondered after. Anxious and soft-spoken, Akara was a blend of things that were so uncommon in the Sun Court that it made him a rarity among these clouds. To be mortal was to be beautiful in an ephemeral sense, Akara lacked permanence, even if he believed otherwise. Tethering a title around him, laying claim to him, and calling Akara his felt natural and right. In so doing, he tied the same loop around himself and wrapped the two of them together, neatly in a damning sense. Laer was unfortunately comfortable with loss; perhaps endearing himself to a mortal made him a masochist because, inevitably, the only thing Akara would give him was pain. Pain that Laer would look upon someday fondly; this moment, for instance, shy, bashful, and incapable of getting the request out... Akara was close, so close. Someday Laer would hear him break free out of that shell, and it'd be music to his ears.

"So you've said." Laer stood at height to look into the librarian's eyes, ruffled Akara's unruly hair, and then pressed his lips to the crown of his boyfriend's head. "Goodnight Akara, make yourself at home. I'm going to pleasure myself in the bathtub and you're more than welcome to watch." Laer's self-gratification always attracted a crowd. A nice warm bath with lots of bubbles, that would help take the edge off, that and his orgasm (naturally), war had been exhausting after all.

#d. chancellorxlaer #dialogue.#all. laer #that's my comfort freak nasty sun chancellor #akara gonna slurp up that tub drain like he in saltburn

Confidence was not something Akara had ever had and really he was sure that he would never really have it. Laer tried to bring it out of him, but here he always was. Always shy. Always nervous to say what he wanted. And he wanted a lot. He could barely say what he wanted in his own head. Yet he could always write it. Everything he wrote was always something he couldn't even look at and read again. If he looked at it again, one of two things would happen. He'd either absolutely hate it and want to set the whole story on fire or he would wonder who the heck wrote any of that. How could he write all of that and not be able to just ask Laer to do one simple thing? He'd done it so many times before. Well, actually he hadn't. People didn't really need to speak when the intention was already there. It was a good thing that Laer actually wanted him to say what he wanted instead of just assuming. Maybe that was why Akara was even more nervous about asking for it. One day he'd be able to though. It just wasn't today. Unfortunately.

And now Laer was looking into his eyes again and his shoulders deflated slightly. He'd been hopeful that he wouldn't have to actually say it, but, well, the chancellor was indeed true to his word. A kiss was pressed to the top of his head and he let out a sigh. "Well, I can't watch or I'll want to help you and I can't even...get out the words so...uh..." He slowly nodded his head and then wrapped his arms around Laer's midsection, face pressing into the other's chest once again. It was his favorite place really. For now at least. "Can I?" He paused. "Join you, I mean. I'll just...watch. Maybe. If you're okay with that. Well, you just said I could, but you know." He still hadn't pulled his face away because, to put it frankly, he really didn't want to let go yet.

"Boyfriend." Laer repeated, they were men but menfriend didn't have quite the same sort of ring to it. "For the most part, it's a common occurrence among nobility." Zahrya had chosen a demon but knowing the Dawn chancellor's proclivity towards breeding that wasn't a great surprise. "Your friends are very lucky to have you." Laer was looking forward to meeting them, anyone that someone like Akara brought into his life had to be worth knowing.

"Ask nicely." Laer kept his fingers under Akara's chin as he looked down at the mortal, even in the open air his voice was low, the cloud they stood upon descended into the chancellor's chambers and it was here where Laer would have Akara sleep alongside him. Still, he didn't move his gaze from the other's, "Be specific" He leaned in a bit, well aware of how uncomfortably shy Akara could become with prolonged eye contact, now when he spoke his moved they were next to the shell of Akara's ear. A whisper as he spoke only loud enough for the librarian to hear, "What are you asking to do?"

"Boyfriend," he said with a nod and probably a very dumb smile on his face. Wow, he was so lucky. Akara could think of every guy he probably had a relationship with and none of them had ever even remotely been like this. Then again, he'd usually done more than kissing before he'd ever gotten into any relationship before so that could've also been the difference. Or it was the fact that Laer and him had been friends first. They'd hugged in the library for a very long time and then complimented each other a bunch and then hung out a bunch and...well, then there was the whole cloud incident, but that had just been a trust thing and Akara knew it wouldn't ever happen again. Oh, he didn't know how to describe how happy he was right now honestly. "Wow, that's really nice. That you guys are friends, too, I mean." Smile still very much on his face, he continued. "I think your friends are more lucky to have you."

That thought ended as soon as it had left his mouth though. Maybe he should've been paying more attention to what he was even suggesting. Or maybe he should have remembered that Laer had told him he would have to ask if he wanted anything. Akara was not very good at that part and he didn't have nearly enough confidence for that yet. But he did try. Very hard in fact. Even when Laer was looking into his eyes like that with his fingers resting beneath his chin. Thankfully, he got some sort of reprieve when the chancellor stopped looking at him, but it didn't exactly help his nervousness when the fey's mouth ended up near his ear. "Um..." He let out a breath that had been held ever since he felt the other's lips so close to him. "Um..." Akara just had to rip the bandaid off. He could do it. He just had to say it. Bandaid off. "I can suck your..." And then he stopped again. "I can suck..." Damn it. Okay, one more time. "I can do so much with my mouth." Well, that wasn't what he had meant to say, but it was what had come out. Maybe that would be good enough. He could've just dropped to his knees, but he did like to be led. Decision making was never his forte.

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#visage.

"Well, ambiance is very important; low lighting is ideal, but I like to be able to see everything that's going on, I hope it's not too dark." If it was then the chancellor would just have to illuminate it, an orgy with no lights just sounded like a sad affair. "I'm surprised to hear about such a thing in this age, I thought mortals of this era had all become prudes, I'm glad I met you, you showed me just how wrong I was." Akara's writings truly painted a different story, "Then again, you're not like the others, you're quite special. You'll be the first mortal I've ever entertained as a concubine-" he thought for a second, "no, boyfriend, yes, that's the word your kind uses." He was perfect, really; Akara was without any flaws and remained one of the most remarkable creatures that laer had ever encountered. "You'll have to meet my warder too, Tamlen, he's quite exceptional." The recoil on that man's hole was unmatched. "Cloud too, they can be moody but their heart is bigger than anyone else's." Which only meant they suffered that much more.

Laer craned his neck towards Akara's lips again as he brushed against them with increasing familiarity, his tongue slipped forward next as he gently massaged the other's with his own. "Are you ready to retire to my chambers? I'm incredibly eager to gratify ourselves in front of one another." Akara could likely feel just how eager he was.

"Um...I think you would be able to see. Just like not as much. Raves usually have a lot of neon lights flashing. And glowsticks." Would this one have all of that? Akara thought that might be pretty fun. He also did realize that it made so much sense that Laer would want to be in very bright areas all the time. The chancellor was very warm and ruled over a sun court. Of course he'd want to be in the sun. Duh. "Oh, you haven't been around mortals a lot. I'll take you to a club sometime. No, a gay club. Those are way better." He would've said they make stronger drinks, but he didn't want to go down that rabbit hole again. Gay clubs were just way more fun to be at. Nobody played slow songs there. "Boyfriend?" A giggle left his mouth as he covered his face slightly. Oh, he was absolutely smitten. That felt like the right word to use. Laer kept going on about how he was perfect, but he was sure the chancellor was ten times more perfect than him. "Warder? Like...he guards you? Wow, do all chancellors have warders? Are they your best friends? I have five of them, but I think Atlas is my best friend. He gives me a lot of hugs."

Hands dropped from his face and wrapped around Laer's midsection as their lips met again. It was really nice when they kissed, but he really wanted to do more. Not that the fey was going to let that happen right now, but still. It wasn't like he couldn't feel the other's excitement right now though. At least they were doing something other than kissing. "Are you sure I can't...you know...please?"

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"Yeah, thanks, Akara." He looked down at the coffee that was less than appetizing; he'd been seconds from ordering an iced one on deliveroo, but he'd compromised for not having to deal with anyone. Mistakes had been made. "I guess. I haven't been outside in...a few days." Also a lie; he hadn't been out in ages. "What have you been doing?"