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“In a battle you should focus on what's important. As mercenaries, we're regularly putting our lives on the line. Getting distracted with unnecessary things will land you in an early grave.”
A private RP blog of Jeralt from FE3H, written by taro.
STATS. / MUN. / DOSSIER. / AFFILIATION.
Portrayal Notes under the cut!
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
[CW: NSFW]
There's a moment where Karel is stilled completely by those words. What Jeralt is suggesting is simply lurid, and the reality of what it is that they're doing sets in harshly —What is he doing, getting this intimate with someone he hardly even knows? Where has his restraint gone? He almost regrets this, all of it, and finds an urge to run smouldering inside of him.
...But Jeralt looks at him as if he truly wants this with all his heart, his voicde taking on a timbre that he could easily call sultry in a certain way, and Karel feels all resistance to continuing this crumble away. How can he leave him on his own, truly?
"...Perhaps you ought to be more careful." He tuts, gently carding his fingers through his friend's hair, slowly pressing down on the back of his head. "It isn't good to over-exert yourself, at the kind of age we're at. But how can I refuse you, when you've been so kind to me...?"
His hand is firmer in holding Jeralt's head in place, but not so much as to become unkind: Everything is purposeful, intentional in the application of its force, and the motions of his soon match it —Not ruthless, never cruel, but intense as Karel becomes utterly lost in the vortex of warmth and pleasure it creates.
Don't sick up.
[NSFW]
Being drunken with lust was not what Jeralt expected out of their little trip, much less doing something clearly out of his league with a man who’s just as bold as he is. Life’s full of surprises, isn’t it? “Well, with the sounds you were making, I couldn’t help it,” the blond man replies with no guilt whatsoever.
The authority that Karel now shows off is nothing short of attractive. Refreshing, in a way, since Jeralt is very much used to taking lead throughout the years in all sorts of fields. But as they return to where they left off, he realizes that this is going to be more of a challenge than expected when he–
“Mmgh…!”
What the hell? Has he done this before?!
This guy sounded like he was melting into a puddle earlier, and now he’s the one showing off his skills and putting Jeralt at his mercy… There’s no profanities he can spit out in this overwhelmingly dizzying heat, nothing he can say when the inside of his entire mouth is getting pummeled right now aside from a little grunt here and there.
A hand firmly grasps onto Karel’s thigh, fingers digging into the fabric every time his throat scorches with both pleasure and pain. His technique is more impressive than he thought... The old man can only hope he doesn't disappoint.
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂
bold what applies to your muse. italicize what sometimes applies. ( repost, don’t reblog! )
𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄
cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways
𝐑𝐄𝐃
wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets
𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖
community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams
𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍
marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊
crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄
crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art
they say respect your elders and all that
GAUNTLETS + 1 / jeralt + f!shez.
Jeralt isn’t much of a restaurant breakfast guy, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t open-minded to having that experience every now and then. Hearing about the accolades of the people who run the House of Flapjack, he couldn’t deny there was a bit of interest when he heard of their… niche.
And you know what? When he arrived at the place, he thought this establishment was more of a ‘secret fight club’ sort of deal than the public warzone he had the great privilege of discovering. Little splatters of dried blood, food crumbs and broken wood splinters have been smeared and sprinkled across the wooden floor as a table of ruffians settle down onto their seats, presumably having just gotten over some recent beatdown. How the owners are able to run the place is beyond him.
Taking his first steps into the restaurant feels as if he’d drawn the attention of every brute within the vicinity… because he did. Some of the more normal folk are continuing their breakfast as casual as you could be in a volatile environment such as this, yet the gazes of those who recognize him linger, and their murmurs are just about loud enough to reach his ears.
“Hey, is that Jeralt the Blade Breaker…?”
“Hehe… Ya think we got a chance at taking 'im on?"
Today is no day for him to entertain their thirst for a fight and stir up unnecessary trouble. Jeralt certainly came across his own handful of rough-n’-tough mercs when he was still working as one, and they’re often more trouble than they’re worth. Even if they were worth a tussle, he's not doing it on an empty stomach.
When he settles by an empty seat near the counter, he glances to the person on his left and notices their uniform. An Officer’s Academy uniform, no big deal.
Wait. An Officer's Academy uniform?
There's a student that wants to eat at this place? “... What’s a kid like you doing in here?”
[ @partnerindestiny ]
september activity check
TOTAL SKILL POINTS ⟋ 15
SKILL POINTS ACQUIRED ⟋ 2
BREAKDOWN: passed monthly activity check - +1 any skill [to be a knight] dropped - +1 authority
ALLOCATED SKILL POINTS ⟋
[+1 SP] Lance - C+ -> B [+1 SP] Authority - E -> E+
FINISHED THREADS ⟋
to be a knight - Dropped (789 words)
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
[CW: NSFW]
Ah, how merciless this man is with him! Karel lies trembling on the ground as his cock's worked over, getting taken further and further down until he can feel Jeralt's beard bristle against his shaft; the itching, almost ticklish sensation makes him squirm a bit, but it doesn't feel bad in the slightest — In fact, he's almost tempted to rut a little more into it.
He's willing to admit he's gotten a little sloppy, whining and moaning freely into the air of their shelter as the head of his cock grazes against the back of Jeralt's throat; in some way, he's not sure if he thought anyone could take it so deeply...! Everything about it makes him feel like a pervert, to be crass about it, least of all how much he's enjoying himself in this position.
"Hah... H-how—" He stammers, unfocused; like he isn't even paying attention to what's coming out of his mouth. "Lewd it feels to do something like this...!"
The bucking of Karel's hips turns sharper, more intense, chasing after the maddening thrill of being wholly subsumed again; though, not quite bold enough to go all the way with that pursuit... Yet. The sight of Jeralt's mouth consumed by his cock makes something inside Karel grow terribly hot, like it's melting him from inside.
Forgive me for being selfish, please...
[NSFW]
Oh? Someone’s getting brave.
It’s not like he did anything particularly out there, though at his age it’s probably a shocker that all of this is even possible. There’s something in the way Karel tries that's instinctual, that it’s something that he’s tempted to indulge, but isn’t sure whether to commit to it.
They’ve already gone this far, and Jeralt would be lying if he says he isn’t curious of what would happen if they went a bit further. If both of them are equally enjoying this, then…
“It’ll get a lot more lewder if you keep trying to fuck me in the mouth.”
The words come out bluntly when he’s able to pause and speak, and he already feels his voice turn more gravelly than usual from making himself fit the whole thing into his mouth. Now that he’s saying it out loud, this does feel a little perverted. But really, they're too far gone for him to care. Despite the current weather, he's sweating — and it's definitely not from a fever.
“I can’t keep still in this position... You'll have to hold my head down to get any mileage out of that.” It sounds more like a plain statement rather than a suggestion, but there's a part of him that glances up at Karel expectantly, seeing whether the other man’s willing to take the plunge. He’d been awfully willing to let Jeralt take control so far. Maybe there's a hidden side to him that's as ruthless as he was during their spar.
to be a knight
(to the tune of that one song from Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper) AUTHORITY + 1 ⟋ jeralt + gerome.
Relations. Connections. Gerome feels hardly familiar with such terms in a broader sense, but he's seen them in action and he's tried before to foster such feelings. He thinks of the people from his ruined future, how they had tried, and failed, to provide protection and safety to them before Grima's army. His past is never far from his thoughts.
He nods to show he understands the captain's words and falls in step beside him. Right now they have a task.
Gerome doesn't hesitate long in answering his question. "I cannot go home anymore. I do not belong anywhere in this world or the next, except... I have recently felt as if maybe I could belong here. I have only ever been good at fighting, a tool of war, and I would see those skills put to a better use. If the Knights of Seiros aim to build relations as well as protect, such as against the recent attack on the monastery, then I would be interested in joining. I want to try living and to give others a reason to live."
Maybe it will still be at the cost of himself, but he thinks of Cynthia's smile and how he would do anything to protect it. That is also reason enough to protect himself.
He looks toward Jeralt and tries to judge his reaction to such an answer, but then asks it in return. "What made you join the Knights?"
His story sounds genuine enough. A bit relatable, even. Jeralt simply looks at him as he explains, but he doesn’t immediately respond to Gerome’s story until he’s asked about his own.
“It was a long time ago, and my memory’s not as good as it used to be. All I can tell you is that someone saved me once, and I joined to repay the favor. Things have changed a lot since then.” A lot still sounds like an understatement when he recollects those memories. Should he tell him about his time as a mercenary? Hopefully, this young man doesn't start asking about the rest of his backstory, or else they’ll be here for a while.
His gaze drifts off towards the ground as they walk, and then into nothing. “Of course, I didn’t become a knight just because of that. I was like you once – trying to find myself a purpose despite tough times. Didn’t have many notable skills myself besides being a good fighter, either.”
There had been a time when Jeralt was young and aspired to make the world a better place, one step at a time. Looking back on it now, it’s impressive how long he’s managed to live out his years in one piece.
“You can take a look at the procedure yourself when we return. Lots of paperwork to be done there.” He says with a smirk, both in humor and with a bit of wryness. “Ah, but that’s for after you get accepted. But I wouldn’t worry too much. I’m sure you’ll get a hang of the interview portion.”
this wasn't on my weather forecast bingo
TOABALL2025 ⟋ jeralt + ???
[ CASTAWAYS ] - A group of unlucky guests end up on a deserted island during the storm. It’s not safe to try and swim back most likely until the storm is already gone. Maybe there’s a shack or somewhere on this island to shelter you…
“What?” Forde calls out, unable to hear Jeralt through the rain and thunder. Then he sees the shack. “Hey! I see something ahead!”
He’s glad to see it too, his snazzy red suit is not as waterproof as his bag (which only contained painting materitals, making it helpful only for carrying what little they could find on this island. Which hopefully will be something, Forde thinks, stepping towards the crates.
They look newer than the building does, absent of any holes or leaks. “At the very least, we can use these to reinforce our shelter.” He smiles. Taking one off the top of the pile, he notices the crate tucked in the corner is mostly dry. “That one could be firewood, in a pinch.”
Silver lining found, Forde is ready to open the crates, and be disappointed by whatever’s inside.
The first crate is of metal cans. Forde opens one to see a strange powder inside. He dips his finger in and licks it- “Bleh!” -before immediately spitting it out. “Not food.” Upon closer inspection, there’s a fuse coming out of the can, and Forde realises what they are.
“I think these are fireworks…” He says with a sigh. “At least we’ll have a great view from our flooded shack.”
...Did he just lick some mystery powder as a test?
Jeralt starts to doubt whether bringing this man along was a good idea. Oh well… they’re already at this point. Worse things considered, he could carry him back if he ends up accidentally poisoning himself.
“Yeah. If we can manage to light them up while we’re drowning, that is,” he mutters under his breath, not really caring for whether the man can hear him or not. Lightning and thunder rips through the sky. Combined with the crashing waves at sea, it’s easy for their voices to get drowned out.
A pile of party decorations won’t do much for them; and actually, now that they’re here, who decided it was a good idea to store these on an island? Do those nobles want to make their – or, he’s better off saying, their servants’ lives – harder?
As he peers through a wooden lid, he can vaguely make out pieces of thick cloth inside. Tablecloth or fancy woven banners, Jeralt figures when he reaches his arm into it to feel the texture. They’re dry enough to use, so he closes the crate back up and taps his hand on the lid, talking to the other man with a loud tone. “We’ll bring this one back! Have you found anything else?”
TOA Anniversary Munday!
Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.
Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!
Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.
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How was your internet nickname created? I was (and still am) a big fan of taro-flavored foods, so that's how it came to be :]
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you wanna be the head honcho of this motley crew? well go ahead
AUTHORITY +1 / jeralt + cynthia.
It’s not news that there are people who envy Jeralt’s reputation and position of authority. Even before coming back to the monastery, countless have asked him what it’s like to be a leader, a source of inspiration, and a renowned mercenary. It made him fulfilled, to be able to be relied on and for his strength to be recognized. Though, throughout the years, he quickly came to learn that it’d make him weary of living this life for so long. He finds a bit of peace in that everything will soon come to its end, and he too will eventually be lost to the passage of time…
… which is why the prospect of topsy-turvy day piqued his interest. You know what would be an amusing sight? Seeing one of his knights try to be him. Be the Captain of the Knights of Seiros. Is it illogical and a bad idea? Probably. On the bright side, if this potential candidate were to be good leader material, then he’ll be relieved that he has nothing to worry about once he finally retires.
Lucky for him, one of them took the bait. She had a spring to her step, and is clearly one of those bouncy, eccentric sorts. Such types of people are good morale boosters, which is a good quality to have as a captain. But, just by looking at her, he can’t actually tell how good she would be in a leadership position.
In his office, he spreads out a list across his desk, pointing to the first item and trailing his finger down each bullet point. “I’ve written down all the basic responsibilities you’ll have as the boss. I’m not letting you do everything yet, or else the Church will start chasing me again.”
In truth, he only wrote down a small fraction of the things she would do as Captain, excluding the more… complicated endeavors which involved meeting with figureheads, mission assignments and the like. Most of the tasks listed involved logistical work, inventory management and training drill routines. When he figures she’s read most of the tasks, he gets into character as a regular Knight of Seiros.
“So, Captain, what’s your first order?”
[ @justicespeared ]
wanted plots (anniversary board)
Hello hello! Happy TOA anniversary! I was planning to hold off on this until tomorrow but. I've been looking forward to this board for a while and I'd like some new threads for my boys! I'll be putting all of their plot calls in this post because I'm on that three muse life, plus my list is pretty short.
Pings and DMs on Discord are preferred! Tumblr IMs are fine but I may take longer to respond.
Jeralt: [Sword +1] - He might be silly but not this silly. Whoever's running this stick competition must've ran out of ideas. Maybe there's a little more fun to be had if he's searching with another person? [Gauntlet +1] - No, he doesn't want to fight. Yes, he just wants a waffle. With his celebrity status, this is hell on Fodlan. Imagine being surrounded by paparazzi, but instead of people wanting to take pictures of you, they want to throw hands with you. Please save him. [Reason +1] - The old man just wants a nice place to relax and decompress... until he realizes that there's a demon(??) draining the life out of him(????). Why can't he catch a break for once... [Riding +1] - As a horse rider, you can imagine the headache he's getting when these horses are speaking to him as if he's the one in charge of the stables.
Greil: [Any Skill +1] - (pats him) This guy can hold a whole lotta emotional baggage! For those who aren't close to him or are meeting him for the first time with this prompt, get ready for some Tellius spoilers. There's a lot going on with him.
Gareth: [Flying +1] - I think this would be a cute prompt for him. He's technically raised a dragon before so pigeon chicks would be easy, right? ... Right? (Oh they're so tiny he's gonna be afraid that he might crush them)
august activity check
TOTAL SKILL POINTS ⟋ 13
SKILL POINTS ACQUIRED ⟋ 1
BREAKDOWN: passed monthly activity check - +1 any skill
ALLOCATED SKILL POINTS ⟋ stats page
[+1 SP] Lance - C(½) -> C+
FINISHED THREADS ⟋
crate job - Completed (1702 words) we need to have a talk young man - Dropped (457 words) stamp on the ground - Dropped (363 words)
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
[CW: NSFW]
He's not sure what causes it, whether it be the pet name Jeralt teases him with or the feeling of his tongue flicking across his weeping slit, but Karel finds himself genuinely mewling as his cock is enveloped. It feels absurdly good, and a wild heat begins to pool in the very bottom of his belly, becoming viscous; solid.
"Oh, you're... You're going to— Ah—!"
Karel feels a rough hand kneading his balls, and it feels like the breath has been stolen from his lungs: It isn't as if he's never so much as thought about touching himself there, but having someone else pay such rapt attention to him is utterly dizzying; his hips twitch in a sporadic rhythm with Jeralt's sucking, pushing down the urge to thrust into his mouth as hard as he can.
Almost automatically, his hand claws into the dirt next to him. It's about all he can do, surrendering himself to his lust like this.
[NSFW]
If Karel was this hot and bothered, what’s he like if he fully let loose? Unfortunately, the art of dick-sucking takes up mouth space, otherwise he’d continue teasing him about his reactions. Jeralt doesn't really know what's turning him on more: doing the act itself, or seeing how much the other man is enjoying it. It shouldn't matter. As long as they both get what they want, right?
“Mm...” A small hum is all he can manage as he sinks down slowly until he can sense his beard being just a pinch away from brushing against the man’s skin. Can he feel it down there? Part of him hopes not, on the off chance it ruins the moment. If he does, Jeralt hopes the sight of his hollowed cheeks and mouth full of cock is enough to distract him.
He can feel his head hit the back of his throat, the sensation thrilling enough for him to let go of Karel's balls. Any longer in this state and he might start choking, which... doesn’t sound like a bad idea, actually… On the other hand, it might be too soon for him to be getting a sore throat and losing his voice.
And so, he doesn’t deepthroat it for long; by the time his lips work their way up the man’s head again, he gasps softly before returning to his previous motions.
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
[CW: NSFW]
Jeralt makes it very hard to not be embarrassed, really. The enormity of his own desire (for him!?) is evident, and Karel tries very hard to keep his eyes away from Jeralt's crotch as he approaches, to relatively little avail. Could he truly find his own failed body attractive...?
"I... Don't mind that. I've got nowhere to be, really..."
He doesn't have anywhere else to go. And even if he did, he wouldn't know where else to go if not here. He wants someone to make him feel good, as selfish as that seems to admit. And even the ghost of a hand on him makes Karel feel utterly ravenous.
The air of the cave feels good against his cock. The flesh aches and feels hot, and he tries to savor the contrast before Jeralt makes his move — Harder than it sounds when it's already leaking pitifully, and his attention is honed in on the slightest changes in the other man's face...
"Not... Not too b—?"
He chokes.
"...N—never mind." What's left of anything rational comes out as a desperate plea to anyone who'll listen, restraint be damned. "Don't go easy on me, please..."
[NSFW]
He’ll have to admit, he doesn’t expect Karel to be the type to outright beg, especially when they haven’t even started yet. He's glad he's getting into it, though. Doing this on the ground would probably be terrible for their postures afterwards, but at the same time, there’s a little bit of pleasure in knowing that all of this is happening so spontaneously.
And, since Karel is letting him do what he wants, it’s only natural that he tries to make the most of this.
His tone is light, voice lowered to a murmur as he glances up at him one more time. “Haha... Be a good boy and relax for me, alright?”
Jeralt finally leans down, holding onto the base with a hand while he brings the head to his mouth. A hum escapes him when he begins to suck on it, and he makes sure that his tongue licks across the leaking slit to get a taste of that slightly salty precum.
He slowly dips his head lower, until he can feel his cock rub against the roof of his mouth, then lifts his head back up to start sucking all over again. His hand – the one which isn’t planted to the ground by the elbow to keep himself propped up – moves from the base of his cock to take the swordsman’s nutsack in between his fingers, fondling them gently.
It’s been a long time since he’s handled someone of this size… he wonders if he’d be able to fit all of it in like he used to. For now, it remains a small, devilish idea in his mind while he savors this moment.
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
[CW: NSFW]
Under the weight of Jeralt's words, Karel squirms. His breath seems to echo on the walls of rock around him as the proposition is made. Pent... Up? Is he pent up? He's never entertained the prospect before this moment, nor is he especially prone to, well, touching himself to begin with. This is an entirely new world on the cusp of his grasp.
...Put bluntly: There is no world in which having sex with a complete stranger is a good idea, and doing so while in the middle of the woods (where it'd likely take days or even weeks for someone to find either of them, should things go awry) is arguably even worse of one.
...Yet, still, it compels him. Jeralt is handsome, really, and he carries something on his shoulders that Karel can almost recognize within himself. It's all too easy to slip away from his rational mind and let something baser take control of his body, something focused only on the tones of Jeralt's suggestion, and not the logic of it.
So, he begrudgingly parts himself from Jeralt's grip, lays flat on his back, and sighs,
"As you say..."
It comes out wistful, almost like a purr. The strain of his cock against the fabric of his pants is fully visible, but all it does is shoot a perverse thrill right into Karel's belly; an ache, waiting to be satiated.
[NSFW]
Huh. Are they actually going to do this?
Not that Jeralt’s complaining.
As he sees the swordsman move into position as told, his eyes roam up and down his body. There’s simply no respectful way to look at him, is there? Even Karel’s expectant gaze brings the heat in his body straight down to his groin. It won't matter at this point if his own boner was visible to the man in front of him. He'll figure out his own problem when he gets there.
It’s been a while since he felt this kind of hunger, and so intensely, too... Didn’t know he was still capable of that. Well. Time to get to work.
He gently pries Karel’s legs apart so that he’s able to scoot closer to his body. Right as he’s about to tug down his pants and undergarments, hand practically grazing over his bulge, he pauses.
“There’s always a chance for you to back out, you know. We might be here for a while,” Jeralt laughs to himself quietly before carefully sliding it down. Karel's arousal left little to the imagination, but seeing it for himself is quite the spectacle.
"Well, well, well... Look what we have here."
water and water and water water
jeralt + karel. [ this is the reference of the title ]
"Mm... No, I don't mind." Karel says, dreamlike, without any hesitation.
If nothing else, he finds himself a bit embarrassed that he enjoys this so much, but he simply can't help himself anymore: Jeralt's body feels good against his own, and his resolve has been weakened more than he could have anticipated after so many years of solitude... He wants more. That is all he wants.
But the other man dares to tease him, pushing his thumb further into his sensitive skin, and it doesn't take long for Karel to understand that Jeralt knows about his current little problem. Knows far more about it than he ought to.
[CW: NSFW]
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He lets Karel sputter out his apology, holding back the urge to laugh or even break a smile. It doesn’t change the now growing desire that’s looming in his mind. Out of all the things he expected from spending a day out, he didn’t expect to be interested in a guy’s cock while they're in the middle of the woods during a downpour.
“You heard me right,” Jeralt nods. “It’s no good if you're pent up for long.”
This is a bad idea, the knight thinks. Karel had tolerated him for this long, and for what? For Jeralt to ask him if he's allowed to jerk him off? Have sex with him? He doesn’t even know if that’s what he’s into. And this place they've settled in isn't the most ideal location for debauchery.
... Ah, fuck it. He's lived far too long to be feeling shame in what he wants.
Worst case scenario, the offer in of itself will turn him off and get rid of his boner that way. If they do go through with it, the sound of rain will drown out their noises along with this encounter, and they can both continue on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened between them.
“Lay down on your back, and I’ll use my mouth on it until you're spent. Simple, right?” His hand slowly, intentionally slides from Karel’s hip to his lower back, fingers resting over the curve of his spine as if he's trying to reassure him.
what, you've never seen a maid with a beard before?
ANY SKILL + 1 ⟋ jeralt + karla.
Karla truly wasn’t sure she was the right fit for this mission. She didn’t value dishonesty, and thus, lying had not been a skill she’d trained or studied in. Also — she wasn’t a right fit literally, because the only costume they had left for her to wear was a men’s butler’s costume, oversized on her enough that she needed to button the cuffs, roll and tuck the shirt in so the waistband caught, and pull the pants a bit high so the legs didn’t drag on the ground. It’s only after getting dressed, grabbing a basket of cleaning supplies, and entering one of the rooms — whether it’s a main room, a small off-shoot room, a study, or something else entirely, Karla can’t tell, she never can with nobles and their myriad of rooms — that she comes face-to-face with her co-worker.
She stares at him.
And stares at him.
And stares at him.
... Doesn’t he look a little familiar? Like she’s seen him somewhere nearby before. Like she’d run past him, or saw him from afar, or...
“Alright,” she assents, and bows her body to him. “Thank you. I’m Karla. It is my pleasure. Let me get the bottom of the chairs, then, for you. My clothes are less revealing when bending, after all.”
Is that a touch of teasing humor...? She’s smiling a little to herself — just a little — as she makes her way to one of the chairs and crouches down next to it.
“What can I call you?”
The woman who joins him on cleaning duty looks quite good-looking in that uniform, if he does say so himself.
Less out of place than him, that’s for sure.
When they meet eyes with each other, he hopes that her curious stare doesn’t mean that she actually recognizes him, both for the sake of the mission and his peace of mind. Jeralt wouldn’t want to deal with the Knights of Seiros spreading rumors of him dressing up as a maid.
He’d initially thought that she isn’t the type for conversation based on her looks and demeanor alone. That assessment seems a little off now, because he notices her attempt to tease while he carefully moves some decorations off one of the drawers to dust it. “I don’t think anyone’s going to be interested in checking me out,” he chuckles, “but the help is appreciated. I’m not known to be flexible.”
“Call me Benedict. Nice working with you, Karla.” The first thing he does is to start up some small talk to make their chores a little less boring. “You from around here?”
