#c: chiron

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does chiron know I love him with all my heart?? does he Know??

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HE DOES, NOW. And he’s very flattered!! All the way down to the pits of his big ‘ol cowboy heart!!

Insert big ‘ol Chiron pin-up here, ‘cause yeah. I imagine that’s a thing that exists somewhere. At least in my brain!! One of those hella’ cheesy ones, where he’s still wearing his boots and everything…

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What's Chiron's favorite thing/s to do to/with Eleison? o3o?

Ooooh, I love this, I LOVE THINKING ABOUT THIS, I love everything about this.

Mmmm.

So, I think one of his favorite things–if we start from the ‘beginning,’ is getting him all worked up. Especially after, say, he comes back from a job. Even if he’s still dirty, he’d love just leaning up on his back, touching his hips, teasing him hardcore to get him going.

And then, there’s the ever-prevalent theme of getting him all tied up. He may take his time to work him up more, but would do it so intently as to make every moment worth it. Sharp, tight tugs. Maybe rubbing the rope up against sensitive spots on ‘accident,’ being like ‘oopsies.~’

When he’s all good and tied, from there, it’s going to be ab absolute favorite to run his lips and tongue aaall over him. He’ll ignore spots, he’s going to frustrate the hell out of him sometimes, but seeing him squirm, hearing him swear…like, he absolutely loves it.

As dominant as Chiron is, he loves sucking him off, tho’. Because, it’s another way to make Eleison all squirmy and swear like it’s going out of style. If he gets threatened, or yelled at, it’s a total bonus, ‘cause…he’s doing his job right. :’D

Other things would include pushing him up in front of a window, and doing it right there where people walking by might just see. (His ranch is a little more -secluded,- mind you–but it could happen!) Getting him in front of a mirror (ha), showing him every little thing he does to him. Making eye contact, ‘cause he laps that shit up. He adores his eyes, and to make eye contact (especially at critical moments ;D) during sexy times is like…A+++.

And even though Eleison might not think it–he really does like it when he asks to be treated roughly. Because one of these days, he’s going to give him the night of his life. 8′) Hoo, boy. There’ll be no stopping him after that…

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What're Chiron, Timber, Jahzara, and Ainakea's least favorite position/s and acts? 👀

/drops 2 one knee Nice choice, my friend. >:)c

Look at you, making me actually DEVELOP THINGS.

Chiron

Hmmm. Now that’s…hm. I think that’s probably anything where he can’t see his partner’s face (at least for extended periods of time!). Like, he wants to see the good shit, the looks of ecstasy, see them babbling incoherently–that sort of stuff. And if he can’t -see- it, that’s a bit of a buzzkill.

And honestly, he’s reeeally not into subbing. He would, occasionally, if the mood called for it…but it’s not his thing. He’s always had a very dominant nature, and it certainly shows when he’s having sex!

Timber

Overly dominant positions like having her face pushed into things, that’s…no, fuck that. If she can be on top, then she’s a hell of a lot happier. If you want to get her in your lap/up against the wall and go from there, she’d also be content too–but don’t expect to try and be all ridiculously dominant with her, ‘cause she won’t have it.

Since her tastes are so…specific, she has to have things pretty spicy. You pull that sweet and slow stuff, and she’ll drop you like a lead balloon. Missionary is -no,- and anything -hardcore- non-con is w a a a y out, HUGE no-no.

Jahzara

So, this is actually really interesting, ‘cause A. I effin’ love Jahzara, and B. Thinking about her dynamic with Tarak is neat, ‘cause he’s blind! She’s a hardcore lady, so she often takes initiative. If she can’t, she’s just not particularly satisfied. She wants to take his hands and run them all over her, do what she wants (not that she wouldn’t let him do what he wanted, too!, but she’s more or less fully in charge~). Tarak’s a lot more gentle than her, so she’s basically had to like. Help him break out of that, so she can…actually get off. HE’S TRYING…

She’s also another person who just can’t function with the soft stuff. There’s no doubt she’s probably embarrassed the hell out of her daughter with details, ‘cause like?? It’s sex, it’s normal, why hide it!! (She’s one of the very few people who doesn’t freak out if/when she runs across Erebos and Thamuz. You go, boys–10 for you, boys–get that dick!!) So, to build on that a little, the whole wilting flower~~ thing can go suck all the cocks. BUFF!! TOUGH!! RRRR!

Ainakea

So, like. If the position isn’t working out her muscles fully, it ain’t welcome. She’s pretzel’d poor Artek more than once, and like…I’m sure she’s pulled some things trying some crazy shit. But she’s a champion, and she’s going to stay the champion–so if she has to bring her training into the bedroom, then SO BE IT. MISSIONARY IS FOR QUITTERS!!

I don’t see her not liking much, but she’s also an in-charge lady. Everything’s a competition to her, and if she feels like she’s losing, then?? Instant lady-boner killer.

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A masquerade for the Night of the Nocturne. How quaint. How…cliché. Boring might’ve been a stretch, but at least the entertainment was grand enough to be a welcome distraction.

Strolling by a group of hidden, smiling faces behind fans, his eyes flicked this way and that. They spoke of him, in hushed whispers–because, masked or not, he was a sight to see. Or so they said, he was (thus far) unconvinced.

He would be lying, however, if it didn’t warm a little ember of a fire in the pit of his belly.

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@frxemriss

When he found a cup of punch in his hands without really thinking about it, he lifted it to his nose for a quick sniff disguised as a long pull. Orange…cranberries, and other assorted citrus. Berry, of some sort. Nothing odd, so down the hatch–the pleasant sting of fresh fruit filling his throat and nose in a way that was actually quite nice.

Not as nice as a cup of his coffee, but…

Focus, a little voice grouched from inside.

Don’t think about him. Not right now, there’s better–

Better? Better than him?

Scoffing to himself, from behind that small glass of punch, Eleison rolled his eyes at himself.

His eyes trained on a tray of h'ordeuvres. Rich cheeses, spiced meats, carefully impaled on little toothpicks all fancy-like. Next to them, tiny desserts in tiny glasses. Berries, or chocolates, easy to eat amidst small talk. He had no interest, moving for the opposite side of the room, drink in hand.

The crisp rush of a fire-laced breath spat out across the ballroom with great flourish, to the delight of clapping women in fancy lace. Nearby, a man balanced on a large orb, rolling slowly through the crowd with a pleasant smile.

Blinking, slowly, his head tilted…

And rested on a figure leaning against the intricate post of a rather grand staircase.

It was like a fairy-tale, really, he mused.

The people who stared at him were even more noticeable, and the assassin scoffed slightly at their transparency.

Although.

Tall. That was nice, at least. His brown dress would have been drab, if not for the leather flourishes that his intricate outfit took. If he thought about it, honestly, it was absolutely stunning. The suit he wore tapered to his long, slender body incredibly, so much so that he couldn’t help but let his eyes rove in appreciation.

There was no doubt that it was pure muscle that filled it out, tan skin offsetting the crisp white shirt and silken tie peeking from beneath a brilliantly embellished cloak.

But what most intrigued him was that mask–black, red, gold, all mixing with that soft sandy brown that offset the equally sandy hair spilling in loose curls from behind it.

Odd…familiar. Pursing his lips, he edged a bit closer.

Long, calloused fingers peering from cut-off gloves curled easily around a glass that he sipped from–dark red liquid, probably wine, swirling easily in his grasp.

His eyes. Let me see his–

Eyes.

When they met with his own, a shock jilted his entire system, his teeth clenching so hard he thought they would grind together.

Get it together.

…brown…brown eyes…his eyes. How was he–?

“Good evening. A lovely show, isn’t it?” a voice rich as ever, a voice he’d heard so many times, hummed among the lull of conversation.

“Lovely, indeed,” sighed Eleison in amusement, in vague annoyance, in…intrigue. What in the world was he doing here? How did he find out about this? Well…questions for another moment in time, he supposed.

“You’re enjoying yourself?” the voice smooth as his morning coffee whispered, now suddenly incredibly close. Eleison kept himself from shivering, barely.

“You know…honestly…I think the crowd’s getting to me,” he sighed, voice dreadfully woeful. A soft flutter of his eyelashes, teasingly, from behind his own mask. “It makes me wonder if–”

“A quieter spot is in order? Mmm, say no more…” the taller man whispered, pushing a finger to his own lips. He winked, briefly, settling his glass on a passing waiter’s tray. Offering up his large hand, Eleison found him taking it with little resistance.

I’d have beat you senseless if you’d pulled this shit before…so why…

And suddenly, he was twirling, among all the other bodies.

Well, I might still beat you senseless.

“Mind you manners, babydoll…play the game…you’re good at this game, aren’t you?” the voice at his ear whispered.

His knees trembled, nearly losing their step.

Fuck. Fuck, when you call me that, I…

“Chiron,” Eleison hissed under his breath. “Upstairs. Get me upstairs, before I–”

The Imperial laughed, grandly, flashing his brilliant white teeth. As if Eleison had told him some great joke. Ladies giggled, waved their fans. Curious men tried to hide their roaming eyes, failing, most certainly not unnoticed.

“Your wish is my command.”

And suddenly, they’d waltzed their way across the floor to an opposite staircase, one he himself had scoped out earlier. So, Chiron had too…

Just who was…or…had he been? Why hadn’t he asked before?

So many questions, but only one burning answer right now–the answer to his burning mind’s question: how fast can we get up there?

They played as if they were exploring, like many did, up to the higher balcony. All the while, sharing glances. Soft shoulder touches, and little laughs among themselves. That’s right. Play the game. Always play the game.

And suddenly, arms around him, whirling him around the nearest corner. With his back to a wall (how he hated his back to the wall–unless it was with him), the air suddenly knocked clean from him–at least for a moment–his lips were covered. Wine, and…

Yesss…there it was…

Dark, rich coffee, that special brew. It emanated from his clothes, his hair, his eyes, his goddamn soul.

“How–how did y–yo–mmmph...”

A delightful interruption, a knee slipping between his legs as Chiron’s mouth silenced him once more.

“Oh, I have my ways,” the Imperial sighed into his mouth, dragging his tongue eagerly on Eleison’s, just the way he liked. He loved the way he leaned into it, like he was going to miss a blessed second of it.

“Smartass,” the Mirror groaned as that knee dug into him, head suddenly tilting back at the pressure of it. He was…insistent. He loved when he was insistent, even more so when it was mixed with urgency.

“Back room. It’s dark, and quiet…fancy a game?”

“Let’s play.”

“We always do, don’t we?”

“Yesss…” Eleison hissed, giddy, drunk with a power that only came from the possibility of getting caught. Screw that fat, drunken asshole downstairs. He could wait for a while, because this…ohoho, this…

“Aaahn…is that a dagger in your pocket, ooor?”

“Mm, no. That’s a little le–yeah, there you go.”

Chiron laughed, biting a dark mark onto Eleison’s neck with fervor. “Ah. I should’ve known better than to ask, you scamp…”

It was like they were floating, now, sliding against the wall between deep kisses and quick grinds. They were playful as pups, nipping at each others’ lips, Chiron even whining softly when Eleison ducked from his grip.

And then, a door handle, which was fumbled with clumsily, until they slipped into the dark.

The sweet, wonderful dark.

“Now…”

“With pleasure…”

“Watch the daggers, dear…”

Chiron laughed. Eleison blushed, glad it was hidden.

Dear…? Oh, that’s new…

Oh, well. Those kisses were too sweet, too distracting. He’d let it slide…for now.

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27 with Chiron? 👀

(A w w w y i s s s.)

Eleison belongs to @ifisitsitfits!

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Now, this was a sensation he hadn’t felt in ages. Squinting in the sunlight, Chiron rolled slowly onto his back. The portion of blanket he landed on was unpleasantly damp with sweat, causing his tongue to reflexively poke out in disgust.

“…ew.” It was weak, but all he could manage, rubbing the back of his hand across his forehead.

Working out in the rain had definitely not been a good idea. Swallowing, thickly, he took careful note of his own status. No stomachache, thank the gods for that. Although, he rather felt as if he’d been run over by one of his father’s Boran. That was…quite unpleasant.

Somewhere in the room, something clicked. Oh…the door. But who…? The Imperial, grumbling at his own fuzzy mind, rolled lazily onto his chest. The figure in the doorway judged, silently, eyebrows risen heavily.

“Don’t…say a word.”

“…a word.”

“Fuuu..” the man trailed off as Eleison laughed at him, hands grappling for…something, anything. All they found were his damp sheets, which didn’t provide much support as he slithered to his elbows.

Sighing, as if heavily inconvenienced, the assassin slipped to sit beside his mate. Reaching, he touched a hand to Chiron’s forehead–surprised to feel him flinch, even more so to hear the noise that escaped him.

“Your hands are freezing, don’t touch me…” Chiron whined, albeit playfully.

Wrong choice of words.

Eleison fashioned his fingers into ‘claws,’ twitching his brows rapid-fire.

“Aw, shit,” the rancher whined, weakly, trying not to laugh too deeply. His head ached. “No…nooo…”

“Yes. You brought this on yourself,” Eleison stated plainly, scrunching his hands along his mate’s damp skin–just to watch him flinch. “Ugh. Gross. You’re all sweaty.”

“You don’t complain much when we’re–”

“Finish that sentence, and I’ll end you. Lay still. I’ll make something for you.”

Chiron smiled, snuggling his cheek into his pillow.

“Thanks, babydoll.”

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A, D, L, P, and W for Chiron? 👀

👀 OF COURSE, HOW COULD WE -NOT- INSPECT MY FAVORITE SON?

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A - Aftercare - There was definitely a time where it wasn’t really a thing with him. He was always nervous around people for a long time, so he’d just quietly excuse himself like he was going to the bathroom and leave entirely. NOW, he’s all for it. Making sure Eleison has everything he needs, especially after an especially intense session, is like. Gold, to him. He loves it, and really does relish the time he can spend spoiling the dickens out of him. :’)

D - Dirty Secret - As dominant as he is, and as much as he tries to keep a ‘cool, suave’ demeanor up…honestly, he’d love to be tied up, as well. Turn him into a blithering mess, Eleison!! If he ever tells you, that is. ;)c

L - Location - Anyplace small and cramped is kind of his jam, actually! In his work shed, in a closet, anywhere where he can be super close. But he’s got an ultra soft spot for his nice, warm bed under the morning sun. Call him a romantic. :’)

P - Pace - Typically, rough and quick! Especially if he hasn’t seen Eleison in a while–he wants him right nooow, and nothing is getting in his way. But when he’s using ropes, he’s definitely going to make sure he feels EVERY SECOND of what he’s doing to him. 8))) Not that he won’t finish him off like a damn animal, ‘cause…yeah. He likes that, a lot.

W - Wild Card - He really gets off on hearing Eleison talk about his work, when he feels like sharing what he’s been up to. There seems to be certain things he remembers about his own past playing into it, but the excitement can really flip his switch. ;D Sometimes, he keeps it to himself! But if Eleison has a particularly loving Imperial on his hands, weeell. He might catch on as to why.~

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31. Slap :3c

Slap - One muse spanks the other.

Eleison belongs to @ifisitsitfits!

Warnings: queasiness mention!

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He knew he shouldn’t have drank that much, he really did. But when the alcohol flowed that freely, when the shots just kept coming, it had all gone quite a bit fuzzy.

Hunched lazily over the kitchen stove, Chiron propped up his head–perhaps even his entire body–on his upturned palm. Squinting lazily at his coffee, he willed it, silently, to brew faster.

He could feel eyes on him, and he knew what was coming. Not that it made him ready for it, honestly.

“Please,” he drawled, in damn near a whimper.

CLANG.

Chiron flinched, whimpering, tiny gremlins dancing a fine jig squarely between his eyes.

“That is so not funny,” the Imperial whined, but he was only met with a delighted cackle.

“Oh, it is for me. You’re not going the way of your brother,” Eleison hummed, brandishing his knife threateningly again. Chiron eyed him, darkly, crinkling his nose. Wriggling his eyebrows, Eleison wailed it against the metal post of the nightstand with a satisfying–and echoing–metallic twang.

“Stop,” Chiron hissed, shoulders migrating towards his ears. “I am not as bad as him, I ain’t never gonna’ be as bad as–”

CLANG!

“Hm? Didn’t hear you, say that again?” Eleison murmured, casually as if he were reading a newsletter. Biting back at the laugh at the delightfully withering gaze he received, he smiled, all too serenely.

“I am going to barf on you,” Chiron threatened, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Gross,” Eleison sighed, wailing on the post again.

Well, that’s it.

Stepping sideways, Chiron lunged.

Not that it was a good idea to lunge at a man with a knife, but he did so anyways, landing squarely on top of the offending Mirror.

“You do have a death wish,” he observed, blinking up at the very hung over cowboy.

“…I shouldn’t…have moved that fast…”

“Breathe. You are not going to throw up on me.”

“I ain’t…gonna’ throw up.”

“You’re a lovely shade of green, you know?”

Chiron whined, and slouched. “I just. Need…my coffee,” he murmured, burrowing close. When he felt arms around him, he finally relaxed.

At least until a hand wailed with a crisp crack across his backside.

“Tha’ FUCK,” Chiron squealed, jolting up onto his elbows.

“Oooh! I like that! Do it again!” the assassin beamed.

“What do you mean do it aga–AH,” Chiron yowled, hit now for the second time. His cheeks, dusted pink with embarrassment (the reason unknown to him, with all the…things that they’d done), coiled into a wild–and dangerous grin. “You’re cruisin’.”

Eleison’s fingers flexed, threateningly.

Playin’ chicken with an assassin isn’t easy, Chiron mused, flaring his nostrils in answer. He twitched every time he moved, but kept their eyes locked. One fluke. Two flukes.

Three.

Snatching up his hand, he rolled the Mirror onto his belly, holding the arm behind his back with as tight a grip as he could manage. He could get out of this in seconds–he was far to skilled to be held simply like this. He just wanted one…good…

Crack!

Eleison squealed in protest–or so he thought, until he managed to turn his head back. He was laughing.

“Yer’ a fuckin’ brat,” Chiron sighed. “Layin’ around in the nude like this, startin’ fights. You’re gonna’ lose, one of these days.”

“Lose? Me? I never lose, and you know tha–aaat…” the man keened, far more softly, as rough fingers brushed up against him.

“Huh, wha’? Didn’t hear,” Chiron mocked, leaning his head in for a good listen. Dipping his finger, swirling it in circles slowly, he smirked as the man below him squirmed frantically.

“I said I never lo–”

Crack!

The red handprints left behind were satisfying, somehow. Giddy, he almost forgot about his pounding head.

“Coffee’s going to boil over,” Eleison sighed, rubbing himself against the mattress playfully.

“Choosin’ coffee over me? Rude.”

“Nah…I just like it better when your kisses taste like it.”

Chiron sighed, shaking his head. Standing, he wandered to the stove, filling up two of their favorite tin mugs.

…well. I can say the same.

Eleison purred, from across the room.

Yeah. Can definitely say the same.

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22?

Winding a rope into tight loops, he hadn’t really been paying attention–a mistake that he should’ve known to avoid at this point.

“You look like someone I know.”

Lifting both eyebrows, Chiron went still–but not tense. Don’t look stressed. When he finally looked up, a pair of brown eyes met his gaze. Do I know you? Do I trust you? 

“Hm? Is that so? I’ve been here a long while, stranger,” Chiron spoke in forced laughter. Act casual. “Long while, really. Long as I can remember, it’s a mighty pretty place.”

“Ah, is that so?” the man laughed back, looking merrily amused. Chiron read his face, carefully. No. No, he didn’t suspect anything, it looked like. “Well, you might have a twin somewhere out there, then–funny how that works, innit? Ah, well. Back to the grind–you take care, now.”

The Imperial only offered a smile and a polite wave, his gaze only darkening when he was sure that he wasn’t being watched any longer.

That was the third time this week.

Why do they recognize me?

Perhaps a better question, he mused: why is this happening more often, now?