#cetan

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originally this was going to be sakiru but i feel like cetan would do this

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random make out session (Cétan)

8. While working on the Car in the Garage

Agron was doing some work on the car in the garage, taking advantage of some free time, when Cetan had come out with a cold glass of water for him. It prompted a much needed break, as Agron wiped his hands a little on the cloth, after sliding out from under the vehicle. He gratefully took the water and drank it all in a few gulps. Not quite realizing just how thirsty he was. He smiled at Cetan, his hand touching the other’s cheek and smirking with amusement when it left a small patch of black from the dirt where Agron’s hands had been working on the car. When Cetan pointed out that Agron had some on his face too, Agron leaned toward him, rubbing his nose against Cetan’s nose to pass it on. Being so close to him, the amusement in the air was quickly replaced with . . . well, what Agron was always filled with whenever it came to being near his partner. 

It started with a quick peck on his lover’s lips. But that wasn’t sufficient. Instead, Agron kissed him again, and again, blindly laying the glass of water on a nearby surface before his hands went to Cetan’s sides, breathing into the kiss as he deepened it. Coaxing the other’s mouth open with his own. Agron slightly lifted Cetan so that he was seated on the hood of the car, Agron’s own body standing in front of him as he parted Cetan’s legs to stand between them. His hands slid under his shirt more and more, hands spanning across Cetan’s skin as he gently pushed him back to lie against the car. It would appear that it wasn’t just water that Agron felt thirsty for. For there was something else far more needed to quench his thirst. 

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and one without the other one  would be needing something more...

we are the shadow and the light

[not-yet-finished]

[text] Duro? Aggie's three hours late coming home from work and I can't get a hold of him. Do you know where he is? (Cétan Little Hawk)

[text] Uh...yeah, I’m...with him[text] You aren’t going to like this um...[text] Don’t freak out, alright?

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[cetanlittlehawk]

(Agron Rebel General) Grain of truth!

-I was terrified of you at first.

-I feel like I have to go along with whatever you want.

-I can’t imagine my life without you in it.

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| First Fight |

Continued from X

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“It’s not a big deal? How can you say that?” Cétan watched as Agron paced around the room, an action he often did when his temper was high. Yet Cétan never thought he’d see a day when that temper was directed at him, especially when he was not in the wrong.

“Why is it always ‘some other time’? Why does your brother always come first? Didn’t you promise Granny you’d take care of me… That you’d love me more than anyone?” Cétan faltered a bit and broke eye contact. To say it outloud felt petty and selfish, but he was only being open and honest. So many times Cétan had felt like he was in second place behind Duro. Always close to catching up, but never finishing first. But he knew Agron loved his brother and of course family came first, still, wasn’t Cétan his family too?

Cétan had tried to suppress the selfish side of him, reasoning with himself that he didn’t have a brother, he didn’t know what it was like. It worked for a while until he began thinking that maybe Duro was inventing his own problems just to draw Agron’s attentions to him. Maybe Duro didn’t like his brother being taken from him… The thought frustrated him because he could understand that reasoning but Duro was also an adult in his own relationship! Why did Agron feel the need to drop his life entirely and rush to his brother’s rescue over every little thing?

Cétan wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear from Agron. He didn’t want to monopolize him and demand he never see his brother again, but he was growing weary of the apologies that never lead to a change in behavior. He didn’t like feeling that he’d always be runner up in Agron’s life.

A dangerous and hurtful thought came to him and he looked up at Agron once more. “Are you bored with me?”

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Agron had known this was not going to be a small fight, and he usually tended to avoid such confrontation. But . . . he couldn’t do that now. They were too far past that. He felt the pain in his chest when Cetan spoke of how he had promised Granny to take care of him. That he would love him more than anyone. Words he had made promise of to Cetan’s grandmother before she passed away. “Am I not fucking doing that?!” He snapped, voice not raised but strong in tone. It caused those feelings of failure to resurface in Agron; and this whole situation, reminded him of when Duro would get angry with him. Obviously the nature of both relationships was different, but those feelings of failure were the same. Because Duro and Cetan were the two people he loved most in this world. 

“I can’t just abandon my brother when he needs me. Just like I wouldn’t abandon you.”  His voice continued on that tone, now standing still and looking at Cetan. His next question causing him to pause and just look at him. “Is that what you think it is?” He rhetorically questioned. “That I’m bored with you?” As if in disbelief. “Of course I’m not fucking bored of you, or us. But if this isn’t good enough for you then maybe you should just fucking move back home.” He didn’t mean it; the words came out of the intensity of the situation, for Agron knew that sometimes in the heat of the moment . . . he could say the wrong thing. And, instantly regretted it after the words left his lips yet made no apology. Cetan’s home was here, with him, and he knew it but . . . it was too late to take back what he had said.  

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“I...I’m not jealous!” (Cétan)

Agron smiled at Cetan’s reaction as they got back to Agron’s house. It was late and understood that Cetan would be spending the night here as they returned from a dinner and then drinks afterwards. Closing the door behind him, Agron then faced Cetan, the smile unwavering from his lips. “You sure about that?” He teased the younger male. Truth was, Agron felt this thrill over the thought that someone would feel jealous. More so that it was his partner Cetan who felt that way. But of course, Agron would not plant any seeds of doubt in the others mind. He wanted him to know that he was his, completely. 

“He’s a friend,” Agron assured him, reaching out to gently cup Cetan’s chin. “Donar is just . . . Donar.” They had always been a bit touchy feely with each other, but Agron saw it as innocent for the most part. Still, Agron knew what some people said, or suggested, but Donar had always been a good friend of Agron’s. He didn’t see the other any other way. “I hope no one fucking said anything to you to make you feel that way?” Agron asked, wanting to make sure Gannicus hadn’t run his mouth to Cetan. He’d have fucking words with him if he did. 

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More (Cétan)

More - One muse has multiple orgasms

[ NSFW! ]

Agron was mesmerized by Cetan. Seeing the expression on his lover’s face as Agron came deep within his lover. His hips pumping the remainder of his release to ride out his orgasm. It filled Agron with that euphoric bliss; the height of ecstasy that was always found when laying with Cetan. But it was not solely that which left him utterly enthralled. Earlier, it had been Agron’s mouth taking in Cetan’s member, eventually swallowing his partner’s release when he came inside his mouth. That, would be Cetan’s first orgasm. The second would come almost at the same time that Agron’s did, as the older male’s hand stroked Cetan’s cock while thrusting inside of him. 

He could feel the warm liquid seep onto his hands, which had only spurred on Agron’s own climax to empty in his lover. Breathless from the vigor of his actions, Agron’s eyes looked at Cetan’s face, leaning down towards him to capture his lips in a deep kiss, his hand still along his length. He could already feel it start to harden again. “Fuck, Cetan,” he teased against his mouth, sucking on Cetan’s bottom lip with a bit of a tug before releasing it. The curse coming with how many times he could make Cetan come. And he opted for a third. Kissing him again once more, Agron then proceeded to kiss down Cetan’s body, moving the smaller male’s legs down from heir raised positions. His feet now flat against the bed with his knees propped up. 

Agron’s kissed down the apex of his thighs, hand still upon Cetan’s aroused cock, until reaching his entrance. It was here that Agron blew on the opening, to cool its heated state from where Agron had just recently slipped his member inside. A sensation that he hoped would be a pleasurable one for his partner. With his free hand, he parted Cetan’s cheek and his tongue glided along his entrance, lips caressing it in a kiss as he puckered against it, using all parts of his mouth to caress, tease, and glide over his hole while his hand simultaneously stroked his hardened length. He was going to see if he could offer relief of pleasure – and probably exhaust – Cetan’s body with a third orgasm.  

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