#leamh

[crogall-an-tuaiscirt]

Tá sé uaim labhairt le daoine ach níl aon duine agam le labhairt liom

[double-bluff]

Shouldering through the last of the heavy drapes Corbin paused for a moment as the world around him abruptly turned in a wispy grey smear. The wet-room was not a friend of anyone who dared to wear glasses inside it, constantly warm and humid it made the other corridors and rooms feel very chill indeed after lingering for long.

The Not-Quite-Genuine-Historian’s problem was easily solved however, reaching up he pushed his useless, steamed-up, spectacles up to the top of his head to eventually be hidden by his slow-curling hair. Luckily he required his glasses more for reading than anything else, without them and with a little squinting he could easily make out the neatly spaced lines of dark, carved baths in the subtly rich shared bathing space of the Priory’s Magisters. Everything about the room was warm, the slightly rough flooring, the heavy air, the walls. It was a norns worst nightmare, yet a blessing for other parties, the Priory was not located in the most hospitable settings. It could be sunny, mild in the lowlands but up here it was always cold and on top of that, snowing. The room wasn’t dark despite the late hour, so he had no problem at all spying the only occupied tub in the room. A screen had been pulled across, as if additional privacy was needed, and there was the faintest glow illuminating the pale haze of steam which all but confirmed the occupant of the bath to him. Huffing a small, amused breath at Lea’s obsessive desire for privacy, he set off to obliterate it. Tugging off the faded blue and grey gloves of his Priory guise, Corbin didn't make a show of masking his footsteps on the roughed slabs beneath his feet, “Magister, I have a question and it just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He paused just out of sight, listening to the soft splash on the other side of the panel before he poked his head around the corner. “How many Novices did you leave in tears this time?” His voice rung with amusement. Especially after taking in the sight of his beloved squinting up at him in a less than pleased fashion, one hand fumbling at the glasses he had carefully balanced on the side of the very full and very large tub. “You know this bathroom is for Magisters, Corbin. Magisters. No Historians allowed. Especially ones as insolent as you.” The sylvari sniffed at him, only pulling a thoroughly entertained laugh from the intruding human. Reaching out and emerging from behind the screen fully at last Corbin reached out to still the hand that was still roaming for the dark glasses that were just out of the sylvari’s reach then bowing down to press an affectionate kiss to Lea’s forehead to placate him. Lea issued him a tired, stern little grumble as he leaned back settling himself again, “Only a few this time.” He half grumbled and half mumbled the reply to Corbin’s playful question, “What do they expect if they keep interrupting to ask me questions and test proven theories!?” Lea huffed, the irritation was back but the tiredness had it’s claws in him as well. “That’s why they’re Novices, Lea. They’re here to learn and they’re allowed to ask questions.” He reminded his lover gently, freeing Lea’s hand to allow himself to kneel beside the tub, leaning on the edge, “Though not tricky ones, I’ll allow.” He added quickly, tracing his fingers over the sylvari’s wrist to follow one of the faintly glowing markings up the length of his arm as a sedate pace. He knew Lea was otherwise occupied at the moment, but the Novices couldn't be ignored they still needed a little guidance and this time it had fallen to this particular Magister. “How’s your project coming along?” His fingers reached Lea’s shoulder and the touch became less delicate, pressing the flat of his palm to the sylvari’s chest to rub over his collarbone, his other shoulder, repeating the motion, soothing the pent up irritation of the day. It earned Corbin a tired sigh. “Slowly. Very slowly.” Lea’s eyes slipped closed, relaxing again, “For every shaky step forward there’s more research that needs doing. It’s time consuming and even finding the relevant references takes hours and lots of walking up and down the archives. The progress is there at least, miniscule as it may be.” Corbin’s hand slipped down over the sylvari’s side, the same firm touches and sweeping circles. Lea slipped closer, turning the comforting touches into an ever more comforting embrace, sighing again as Corbins other arm slipped around him to give his other side much the same treatment. “I could just.. Really do without the Novices testing my patience and intelligence on top of everything else. They’re a tiresome distraction.” Corbin chuckled nuzzling close against the petals and leaves to press a lingering kiss to Lea’s neck, “You realise I’m often a tiresome distraction, right?” To drive his point home his fingers danced over the top of the warm, bare thighs just within his reach before settling back over his lover’s stomach. “It’s different, I choose to put up with you. The Novices are part of the job.” The sylvari fidgeted again, lifted his dripping arms to pat and fumble at Corbins hair, shoulders and fold up around his neck. He stayed quite still for a moment, enjoying the firm caresses before he sighed and shook his head. “No. No good. Not comfortable enough. You’re going to have to get in. Your lap is comfortable and I know it’s there.” The sylvari tugged unceremoniously at the human’s shoulders, irritably at the uniform. Corbin gave the neck his nose was pressed against another kiss, making a muffled noise of amusement, “So long as you’re aware a lot of that hot water you’re currently enjoying is going to be replaced with an unrelenting nuisance.” With another kiss his pushed himself up to his feet to make a good start of shedding the damp uniform. “Mmmh.. Well as previously established, the nuisance is comfortable.. And he knows just how to rub the aches out of my shoulders.”

[double-bluff]

Lea groaned tiredly as he looked over the marks left on his wrists from this evening's fun. A prominent nick on his dark skin caught his worn-out attention. "Ah... I'm bleeding," he noted lazily as he tried his best to take a closer look without his glasses.

The soft, tired admission certainly caught Corbin’s attention where he had been setting their wash-bowl back on the side, “Really? How much blood?” His voice was laced with concern, he hadn’t thought that they had been overly rough this evening, he wasn’t disposed to such antics generally. His next task was abandoned without a second thought as he hopped back up onto the rumpled covers and slid himself back over to his lover, “Show me..?” He softly requested, coaxing the sylvari up from his boneless sprawl to lean up beside him. It worried him. Deep down Corbin knew that he was more likely than not worrying over something minor. Leamh could certainly handle himself and had walked off far worse scrapes than the.. Generally minor incursions from their evenings together. It was the fact that he, Corbin, Lea’s lover, had caused some manner of injury. While they had come to expect bruises, drawing blood was an entirely different matter, and not one that Corbin wished to entertain in the slightest.

[double-bluff]

Old drabble for Leamh’s player. <3 ~ Leaning back in the tall backed armchair, Corbin finally paused to admire his handiwork. The dark-barked sylvai bound before him was such a pretty little picture, arms bound behind his back and thighs securely strapped against his calves using the softest strips of reinforced kidskin.

The pale glow, softly pulsing in the warm semi-darkness of the room gave the impression of gentle contentment.. The feeling far from matched in the narrowed eyes of the sylvari in question, glaring first at the human sat across from him and then directed down at the floor.. A feeling that seemed totally at odds to the hard length of the sylvari’s sex jutting proudly from its nest of dark leaves, that soft glow only drawing more attention to it. “Oh dear, Leamh..” Corbin sighed, gentle amusement colouring his tone, “I’m suspecting your mild resistance was something of a show. It certainly looks to me like you’re quite enjoying all this attention.” The humans ever-present smirk broadened ever so slightly, his eyes down and focused on the sylvari’s arousal as it bobbed, Leamh fidgeting his disapproval. “Now then.. I believe I’m correct in thinking you’ve taken on board the lone rule of the evening?” The human practically purred, slipping himself down the seat of the armchair into a slouch, resting his chin on his hand as he extended a bare foot towards the sylvari kneeling at his feet. With the gentlest of touches, he pressed against the wickedly soft petals encasing Leamh’s length, pushing up to press it against the sylvari’s stomach, pressing firmly and stroking down, pressing those petals down to reveal more of the dark, glistening head of the sylvari’s cock. “No shouting, no complaining. Only tell me about your pleasure, my prickly little rose.” The sylvari made a string of strained noises, avoided his gaze. It was going to be a long, interesting night.

[double-bluff]

Caught

Some old(ish) Corbin/Leamh filth. Accidental(ish) exhibitionist/voyeur. ~ “Corbin..” The human froze as he heard his name, sighed softly, low. How could the sylvari have possibly known he was there? It was late, too late for the main occupant of these rooms to be awake willingly. He hadn't sent word ahead that he would be arriving tonight, he hadn't expected to be able to return quite yet. Besides, he did so like to surprise the Magister.

His hand still on the door-handle, he waited a moment longer before daring to move, pushing the door too then closed with the softest click. The study was dark, though he could see a soft, warm glow from the adjoining bedroom, hear a sigh and the shifting of fabric.. A few more steps brought him through the dark office, to the ajar door where he peered through to be met with quite the delightful surprise! A broad, toothy grin spread across his features as oh so carefully, oh so quietly he slipped through the door and into the room, his eyes fixed on the wonderful picture before him. The sylvari he had been seeking, a rather upright Magister of the Priory, kneeling up on the bed wearing something he never thought he would have donned optionally. His ankles had been tightly bound, a broad blindfold covered his eyes, both pleasing sights in themselves. What he hadn’t expected was for the Magister to optionally slip on the headband with the cat-ears attached.. And he would never have imagined he would have spread himself open of his own volition to ease the thick plug with the fluffy tail inside him. The sylvari was hard, his length twitching as his hands teased over his stomach, his chest, his throat, his thigh, everywhere but the petal-sheathed hardness that was just begging for attention. “Ahhn, please..” The sylvari breathed, his breath catching, trailing his fingertips slowly down the length of his body to tease through the petals at the base of his arousal, slipping down around himself but not giving in to the temptation of stimulation. Corbin’s smile remained fixed in place as he slipped through the door, thankful of the thick carpets covering the solid stone flooring. The temptation to take the sylvari by surprise, to just join him on the bed was almost overwhelming.. Though watching Leamh while not saddled with his inhibitions was all the more fascinating. He had never seen him this vocal before, so willing to beg the imaginary version of himself. He would have been offended if it wasn’t such a delight convincing the Magister with other means. He stopped by the pair of chairs situated not too far from the foot of the bed, a table between them where they would often sit of a morning. Silently he sank down into the plush fabrics, slipping his satchel to the floor beside it, his eyes fixed on the profile of the sylvari perched up on the tall bed. What a treat this had turned into, he mused, reclining back and resting his chin on his hand.. As his other hand mimicked the motions of his lover, stroking down his stomach to tease over his fast-growing arousal trapped beneath his clothing while his eyes remained fixed on the spectacle before him. “..Mnh!” The sylvari jerked, adjusting his stance and pulling against the tight bindings around his ankles as he spread his legs further. He was stroking his chest, scraping fingertips down his side while his other hand tickled and teased around the base of his arousal, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to take himself in hand. “Pleeeease.. Corbin..” He whimpered urgently, shivering as his hand quested down his side to his hip, taking his time stroking there, around the top of his thigh to smooth up under his backside, cupping himself, squeezing.. Reaching just a little further to the soft fur of the tail, running it through his fingers with a shiver. The sylvari’s arousal bobbed, the fingers there firming around the base of himself to squeeze, allow himself a little more pleasure as he simply ran the soft fur through his fingers. The human caught his lip between his teeth as he held his breath with the tense, tangible anticipation of what his lover was going to do next. He squeezed himself, started to ease his aching length free of it’s prison to the sound of Leamh’s strained breaths, then had to bite back a breathy gasp of his own as the sylvari took hold of the fur and gave it a firm pull. “AH!” The reaction was immediate, the Magister hips rocked forwards into his hand as his arousal bucked, then his hips were pressing back as his hand pressed at the base of the plug, driving it deeper. He quivered, his hips twitching as he found and ground the thick intrusion against his sweet spot, yet he still resisted taking his arched length in hand, the grip around the root of his arousal so tight as he whimpered and whined his pleasure. Corbin had shifted, catching one of his knuckles between his teeth as his hand had slowly stroked up and down his length. He was transfixed, he hadn't realised how difficult it was to remain utterly silent until now. Not while such a display was laid before him, his eyes roaming greedily over his lovers dark bark, transfixed with that lovely mouth that hung open uttering desperate urgencies, the hand hand pressing the plug deep, those slim hips rocking back, that disturbingly tempting bead of pre-come glistening at the dark head of the sylvari’s neglected length in the low light before slipping down over those tense fingers. It was all the encouragement the sylvari needed. As his lover sat secretly across from him, palming his arousal, Leamh too finally dragged his fingers up to close around his twitching length. “Ah-! Yes! Yesss.. Please..” He whimpered, “Please Corbin, do it-” He was wracked with another tremble, as his hand firmly pulled along the length of his erection to spill more clear slick pre-come from himself, spreading it on his downstroke with another violent shiver. He grabbed at the fur once again, tugging it down again, again rocking his hips forward into his hand against the motion, his noises of desperation and arousal continuous, undulating until he pulled the tail up, forcing the blunt tip of the plug seated within him down. Sharply. “AH!” The sylvari cried louder, the human bit down harder, their hands moved faster. Leamh wobbled, the shock at the sudden surge of pleasure shaking him to his core.. Then he did it again.. And again. His hips jerked and his hand squeezed his length harder, stroked and pulled faster as his breathing grew more laboured and his cries incoherent. “Mmmnnh! Corbin, please-” He cut himself off with another sharp upward pull on the soft tail, “Please, let me come!” The human in question would have let him do exactly as he pleased if he begged that beautifully when they were in bed, he only hoped the Corbin of his lovers imagination would be so merciful as he fought to keep his eyes open and his mouth closed, he was so close.. The sylvari was relentless, lost in his spiral of lust as he continued to give the tail firm upward tugs, his hips working against the motions as he keened louder and louder. “-Please-!” He urged desperately, his hand stilling squeezing hard around the base of his arousal as it swelled, throbbed, all the while pulling sharply at his tail. Corbin nearly gave the game up, it was hard to believe that Leamh didn't somehow know he was there, it would have been so easy to tell him to come, give him the permission his fantasy was currently denying him. He wasn't having any such dilemmas himself as his hand sped, his grip tightened as he splayed his legs and bit his tongue as he silently spent himself, hips jerking up involuntarily while he forced his eyes open to keep a now slightly bleary focus on his lovers fast approaching climax, his breathing was heavy and hard to disguise now, though the sylvari was otherwise distracted. “MPH! Yes! Yes, touch me!” The sylvari’s hand was moving again, frantic, his grip like iron, “Please!” He shuddered, tugging the tail hard, rocking himself bolt upright and tensing, quivering as his breath caught in his throat, “Yes, ah! Yesss-” He strained, almost sobbed in relief as his hips jerked one last time and he was coming, his back arching beautifully while he jerked erratically, squeezing and stroking his bucking length as he spilled himself across the luxurious, plush covers of the bed. He was shivering, sighing his pleasure as he slowly started to come down, sinking down to the bed.. Then jumping violently at the soft familiar tone of “Well, Magister..”, Sounding behind him as warm, fabric-clad arms slipped beneath the sylvari’s bare limbs. The sylvari was too exhausted to protest and scold his sneaky human lover, instead he issued a shivered sound of protest, while the human noted a colouring of embarrassment across his beloved's cheeks. “Tell me, Sweetpea. Are you always this creative when I’m away?” Corbin queried with a gentle tease, bringing a knee up to the edge of the bed, leaning Leamh back up against him as he stroked a warm, soothing hand over the sylvari’s stomach, lifting the heavy fabric of the blindfold with the other to meet the dazed, hazy eyes beneath. The previously vocal sylvari responded with a soft mumbled incoherency and dropped his gaze, though didn't try to slip away, instead he tried to turn, burrowing his heated face against the darkness of his lovers neck. Corbin smiled, letting him while he ran his hands over his lovers tense sides letting him shudder and ride the last waves of his orgasm. He flexed his fingers, giving the back of the sylvari’s neck a squeeze as he slipped the headband free.. Rubbed and smoothed his way down to slip his fingers along the curve of Leamh’s rear. He felt the sylvari tense against him, suck in a breath. “Shh, just relax, Sweetpea.” He murmured as the sylvari finally finished turning to lean up against him, burrowing and curling his fingers into his uniform. “That’s it..” He murmured, slipping his fingers around the base of the plug and easing it out of his lovers tightness as gently as he could. It was met with a mixed reaction, a sharp hiss and a mumble of pleasure as his body gave up its hold on the toy, Corbin simply discarding it to be dealt with a little later. “That was quite the performance, Lea.. You’re tired, hm? Here, let's relax, just relax against me.” He murmured to the tired mass of limbs that was clinging to him. Tightening his arms he lifted the sylvari and with a little juggling managed to throw back a corner of the heavy covers to slip beneath them, the Magister curled up in his lap while he leaned back against the ample fluffy pillows. Silence descended while the sylvari snuggled close and the human held him, making a one-handed start on the bindings securing his boneless lovers ankles together. “If you’re going to put on these little shows, my love.. I’m going to have to teach you to tie tidier knots.” He teased him softly, pressing kisses to Leamh’s temple and drawing him close as he finally freed his lovers feet. “I don’t tend to make a habit of it.” Came a soft, tired reply at last from the vicinity of the humans neck, “I don’t tend to get critiqued either, Darnelle.” The last comment was more of a grumble followed with a soft hiss as a warm hand firmly started to rub at the biting marks that the straps had left behind. Sensation and warmth was returning, eased along by the firm, loving caresses of a mindful lover while the tired sylvari encircled in his arms drifted, utterly at ease at last. “You’re wearing too much, Corbin. Fix that.” “Yes, Magister.”

[treeflove]

Paradise

[treeflove]

....-cough- mh... ...mhm.

[treeflove]

3, 4, 9, 15, 19 for Vami.. 1, 4, 6, 20, 22 for Lea.. :'3

Vamien:3. Something they’re proud ofVami is first and foremost proud of himself, in a humble way. He recognizes he’s put in a lot of effort to be a good Whispers agent, but is also thankful to his pets and the people that have helped him along the way.4. Something they’d rather forgetHe’s a pretty easygoing person, who tends not to dwell on negative things for too long. Vami’s had many hardships related to work but he feels he’s learned from all of his experiences and wouldn’t want to forget any of it, no matter how taxing it felt to him at the time.9. A memory of their loverEven though he cherishes all of their time together, Vami’s fondest moment with Ruu was when Ruu proposed that they should live together. It’s made him question his reputation in the Whispers, which he’s slowly working on changing for the better of his relationship with his most beloved. <315. Something embarrassingThe other reputation he’s made for himself among Ruu’s Vigil neighbours. Despite his very quiet way of speaking, Ruu manages to always make Vami “speak up” in bed. Luckily, Vami’s become very good at escaping from Ruu’s room in hopes of not getting caught in the act.19. Experiencing something newAs a sapling, Vami found it very hard to feel any sort of attachment to anything or anyone. The first time he’d have felt any sort of personal attachment it would have been towards one of his Whispers peers, Corbin. The experience was short, but it taught him how to appreciate encounters, relationships, and people in general. Finding these feelings in himself taught him how to care.Leamh:1. A happy memoryLea remembers when he woke below the bows of the Pale Tree, and he awoke feeling goal-oriented, eager, and happy. Life felt simple to him, he knew almost instantly that he’d like to see, hear, feel everything that was interesting to him (and there was very little that he didn’t think was interesting!). He misses that simple, straight-forward feeling.4. Something they’d rather forgetThe 3rd and 4th years of his life. During those two years, he found his way into a Lion’s Arch-bsed guild of treasure hunters, collectors, pirates, smugglers and general snakes. He won’t deny that he was all of the above, but isn’t at all proud of the work he agreed to do - even if his time with the guild is what gave him the knowledge and prowess to curate the Priory’s artifacts in the present. The part of these years that he’d want to forget about the most is that one single person, a past lover by the name of David, was the one that persuaded him into joining the guild and committing the crimes, then later tried to turn Lea into the Lionguard to save his own skin. 6. An event that defines themThis ties in with the above answer. Lea wouldn’t be where he is today if he hadn’t gone through those difficult two years, but he regrets it. This regret chews at him, and the feeling of betrayal has never fully left him. Unfortunately, these two things are what define him as a person currently, and are why he can be such a dismissive prick.20. Something comfortingCorbin. When Lea isn’t finding shelter in Corbin’s arms during particularly quiet mornings, he finds comfort in knowing that his hooman will always come back to him, despite how rude he himself can be, and how annoying Corbin can be.22. When they were contentHe did manage to be content during his time in that guild, but it was an empty type of satisfaction based on having a lot of money and power over other people. Most of his contentedness comes from his present life in the Priory, with Corbin. It feels like more work, but he’s happiest when being a busy bee.