(( Siwan's not a great deal shorter than Seb, but he might be a bit slimmer. Seb felt more compact and muscular to him. Ah, what a distracting memory! It's okay, it's okay! Sweats have drawstrings so it will be okay.
It's absolutely endearing and adorable and a whole host of other charming adjectives how happy Seb is. It's enough to make Siwan forget he ever thought this was a bad idea. It's a thought that will inevitably come back at some point, but right now? Seb's cheerfulness is infectious. But he's still very aware of the mess he made of himself and when Seb hands him the sweat pants, he hold them strategically. ))
Thank you.
(( Now with the protection of a borrowed garment, Siwan makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He's pretty quick about it, and feels just a little regretful that he's going to be commando in Seb's pants. Since the rest of his clothes definitely weren't intended to be worn with sweat pants, he sheds the button-down, folding it neatly to add to his suitcase before they go. He'll do some laundry as soon as they arrive. When he emerges from the bathroom in those loose sweats and a simple black tank top that was under his shirt, he looks around. Not seeing Seb in the living space, he hesitantly pokes his head in the bedroom door. ))
[What a picture Siwan makes standing there in the doorway, bare-armed and casual with his hair still mussed from Seb's eager hands. Seb doesn't think he's ever looked more gorgeous than in this moment, not even when he caught that first glimpse from across the bar.]
C'mon in. [Seb has a small roller suitcase open on his bed with the basics piled in - underwear, socks, casual tops and pants.] Anything specific I should bring?
[He doesn't want to imply that Siwan might take him anywhere nice - they've established that he's a secret, after all - but he'd also hate to be caught without the right fit for something that could be fun. Hell, maybe the place has a pool! There are any number of reasons Seb could need something that hasn't crossed his mind.
As soon as Siwan's within reach, Seb won't be able to keep himself from touching some newly exposed part of him. A hand on the shoulder that lingers before trailing down his arm, an admiring look following the path of his hand. Fuck, he really is just flawless.]
(( Secret though this relationship needs to be, that doesn't mean Seb's going to be cooped up in the apartment the whole time. They can always go out together socially as long as things remain relatively casual for the public view. Meals, walks, things like that. He'd hate for Seb to feel like he has to stay inside and be bored. Seb will have a key so he can come and go as he wants when Siwan's working. And if they happen to be seen publicly together, Siwan can stick with the lie Seb put in his phone: that they're colleagues.
He pads closer, trying not to be too nosy as he inspects the contents of Seb's bag. ))
Swimwear, if you want to use the pool or spa. Maybe one nice outfit so we can get dinner.
(( By nice, he just means nice trousers and shirt. It doesn't have to be a suit or anything that formal. Just because Siwan lives and dies in suits doesn't mean anyone else has to.
That first touch of Seb's fingers on his bare skin pulls a sharp breath from Siwan. He has a typical business sort of job that doesn't keep him physically active, so Siwan supplements that sedentary part of his day with regular activity: walking, cycling, swimming, even trips to the gym. It keeps him in decent shape and health (and it gives him good excuses to postpone returning home). This close, Seb might also take note of some pale, almost healed bruises near his shoulders, just above the elbows, around his neck. They've lost most darkness and even the green tinge has faded to a sickly yellow.
Siwan shivers slightly. It feels like the first time they touched in that bar all over again. ))
Um... pajamas? I think there are spare house shoes at the apartment. There's laundry there, too, so we can wash anything.
[Just when Seb seems like he can't possibly look happier, Siwan delivers more good news and his face lights up even brighter. They're going out for dinner together?? And there's a pool?? Oh, this is gonna be the best week of his life, no question.
Siwan's reaction to his touch sparks a new flicker of heat low in Seb's gut but no, no, he has to focus. There'll be nothing but time for them to mess around when they're on a work holiday together. Has anyone ever invited him into their life this early before?
... no, he doesn't want to compare Siwan to the others. This is different. He won't taint Siwan with that association.
To keep himself from getting too distracted by Siwan's quickened breathing, Seb moves from his dresser to the closet and chooses a good shirt, slacks, and a blazer to hang in his garment bag. Only once it's zipped up and settled beside his suitcase does he allow himself to look up at Siwan again - and that's when he notices the ring of bruising on one side of Siwan's neck.]
Whoa... what happened here? [His joy is considerably dimmed by the sight, his voice soft with concern. If Siwan's life is really as passionless as he claims, and Seb has no reason to doubt him, then - this looks an awful lot like someone tried to strangle him.
(( It's sweet how happy Seb is. Siwan's happy, too! Nervous, but also very glad he blurted out the invitation. What better chance to spend some time getting to know other could have presented itself? His heart's still racing over it all (or is it that he still hasn't managed to completely calm down from what they were doing before?).
But that dark cloud that passes over Seb's face makes him keenly aware of the fact that he's not as protected by his clothes as he'd usually make sure he is. Well, now Seb can put together why Siwan's always in collared shirts and long sleeves. He looks down, hand twitching as if it wants to move to touch the now faded bruises. He knows what Seb's asking about, clearly. ))
[Seb sounds dubious, not uncertain. This looks a lot more like Siwan is covering for something or somebody than unconcerned about the bruising. He almost looks guilty, which gives Seb one hell of a chill.]
If you're in some kinda danger, I want to help. I'm more than equipped to, believe me.
(( Siwan takes a few steps to close the distance between them and reaches out for both of his hands. Seb's concern probably shouldn't be as moving as it is, and yet... It truly does warm him. ))
[Well... if Siwan says it while holding his hands and looking at him so tenderly... Seb still seems reluctant to drop the issue, but he finally nods and gives Siwan's hands a squeeze before turning back to his dresser for the last couple of items he needs.]
I know you're a gentle type of guy, so... even if this offer sounds weird, just take it and put it away somewhere in case you ever need it. [There's no making this offer sound anything but weird. Seb can just feel, very deep down, that Siwan might have use for it one day.] I will hurt people for you if they're asking for it and you don't wanna dish it out.
(( Yeah. There's really no way that doesn't sound incredibly sketchy. Is Seb in a gang? Is he some kind of criminal? He could be! It's not as if Siwan knows much about him at all. But... would that matter much at this point? It doesn't sound like whatever he's suggesting is going to drag Siwan into deep water. And, it's just a suggestion, something Siwan can file away in the back of his mind and forget about for now.
He takes a moment to think about what the say in response. He doesn't want to dismiss Seb, but he also doesn't want him potentially getting into any kind of trouble on Siwan's behalf. ))
[Good. That's enough to ease his mind for now, even without knowing who left those bruises.
Seb pulls out his pyjamas and swimsuit and tucks them into his suitcase, then zips it up after one last once-over to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. There are still his personal grooming products to grab from the bathroom but they can go in the front pocket.]
There! I'm all ready. We should probably finish that amazing dinner, huh?
(( Dinner? Siwan blinks, then lifts a hand to cover his mouth as he laughs. ))
I'd completely forgotten!
(( Seb was quite the distraction, after all. Maybe now that they've gotten that out of their systems, they can sit and eat like two grown adults. Thankfully, the dishes heat up well in the microwave and are just as enjoyable as they would've been completely fresh.
Before they leave, Siwan gets fresh clothes from the suitcase in his car. He wouldn't dare travel dressed in sweat pants and a tank top! No, it's right back to dress slacks (grey) and a button-up (black). No blazer or tie this time. This is about as casual as anyone outside of a private space will ever see Siwan.
The train ride is uneventful. It's late so any conversation is brief before Siwan drifts off to sleep. It's even later (or maybe it's very, very early) when they arrive. A car service picks them up to take them to the apartment, which is huge. Luxurious, even. It's in the penthouse of a highrise building, sprawling but sterile. It sort of makes sense not to have any personal touches since no one lives there full-time.
After the first day or so, Siwan seems more relaxed when they're alone together. Unless he's meeting with a client or colleague, he's able to spend a lot of his working hours in the apartment. He stays in the office there when he's working, but always pops out to have lunch with Seb, either there or at a nearby restaurant. It's important to him that Seb knows he's not confined to the place — he's free to come and go and Siwan's completely willing to be seen with him in public.
Seb will learn that Siwan likes to have music playing often. Jazz, blues, and big band are among his favorites. He can cook a little, but excels at breakfast. Siwan runs every day, swims every night (enjoy that heated pool, Seb!), and makes time to work out (yes, the building has its own gym) every other day while they're there. At some point they end up talking a little about their pasts and families. Siwan speaks mostly with polite regard about them and his life of obligation. It's only when he speaks about his children that he seems really happy — he's soon to be a first-time grandfather!
Seb shared a bit in turn, seeming even more reserved and hesitant on the top than Siwan. It all makes since when Siwan learns more about Seb's situation in life. Estranged from his parents, looked after by what appear to be a caring aunt and uncle. His relationship with his cousin seems like a bright spot for him and Siwan finds himself glad Seb's got that.
Mornings are easiest. Siwan's slow to remember to put his mask on in the morning, which leads to easier affection and, well, other things that one might assume would stem from it. Waking up with Seb in bed with him could be a contributing factor, too. That wasn't the plan, initially. Seb was set up in one of the other rooms, but ended up in Siwan's the first night (which Siwan's not complaining about at all). It's all very pleasant until their last day arrives and some existential dread starts to creep back into Siwan's mind. It's not until they've gone out for the nice dinner he promised, spent some time in spa, cleaned up from all that and find themselves laying in bed together for the last time until who knows when that Siwan makes a proposal. ))
I make this trip every other month. I wouldn't be unhappy if you'd come with me again.
(( There's a hopeful note in his voice. If Seb could come with him on these trips... Well it's a safe way for them to meet and spend time together. He'll do his best to find time between them to see Seb, too, but... At least this would be something they could count on. ))
[Siwan isn't the only one who's found a new level of comfort and relaxation over the past week. It may be harder to notice in Seb because he's got such a flawless front-facing act for any situation that might arise, but he starts to speak more honestly instead of considering the exact right response to make Siwan think better of him. His almost manic excitement at being in Siwan's company mellows into fond contentment, and he develops the ability to lie in Siwan's arms and drink up their soothing warmth without going straight to arousal.
Sometimes, anyway. There's still plenty of arousal to go around. They've been skirting the edge of actual penetrative sex all week and Seb's not exactly pent up because of it, not when they've been so active otherwise, but it gets more powerful as a fantasy every time it doesn't happen.
He's considering whether he should bring it up when Siwan makes a much, much better offer, one that leaves Seb feeling like his heart could explode from happiness. Every other month... that means he's finally become a firm part of Siwan's future plans. He really does have a place in Siwan's life. It's enough to make him hide his face against Siwan's chest for a moment because he has to compose himself before answering.
Propped up on an elbow, he brushes Siwan's hair away from his forehead and says, with a beaming smile:] You could take me anywhere and I'd be down for the trip, so this? Yeah, there's no way I'd ever turn it down. This is like the pharaoh life.
[He adores Siwan, yes, but he's also more than a little bit dazzled by his wealth. After all, he was a river god, not a prince or king - fineries are one thing, but the full package is quite another.]
(( He hardly notices the shift from Seb's front-facing persona to the more earnest version of him. Hardly, but it doesn't go unnoticed. There's a moment where it simply clicks that Seb's not longer putting a great deal of thought in carefully choosing what he says or ho w he behaves. It's nice to see him relaxing the longer they're together, just as Siwan is.
He chuckles quietly. Siwan's aware that he's what people could consider ultra-wealthy, but... his social circle never cared about that because they were all from similar backgrounds and families. Not that he ever felt like he wanted to impress people with it. ))
Maybe it is like the pharaoh life. But with less responsibility?
(( He smiles warmly up at Seb, reaching up to trail his fingers lightly along that sharp jaw. It still doesn't feel real. This man, this wonderful, beautiful man wants to be here with him. If it's a dream, he doesn't want to wake up yet. ))
If you'll let me, I'd like to spoil you just a little.
[Why does that choice of words, spoil you, make Seb's cheeks heat up and his ears flush red? It's nearly impossible to embarrass or fluster him most of the time, but the notion of being pampered by Siwan seems to do the trick.
Maybe because it's the first thing he's done or said that has a whiff of dominance to it, despite the care with which he's chosen his words?]
I'm not gonna turn that down, [Seb says with a coy smile, eyelids fluttering at Siwan's gentle touch but never falling completely shut.] And I'll spoil you just as much, in my own way.
[Not something he needs to clarify, but he still leans down to kiss Siwan long and deep so he knows exactly how Seb wants to spoil him.]
(( Would Seb be surprised to learn that taking care of people makes Siwan happy? He doesn't mean it strictly in the 'I'll buy you nice things' sort of way. In just a week Seb seems like a much happier person than the one he met that night in the bar. Maybe this connection beyond that initial animal attraction (which, of course, is still there!) is what they both really needed.
Siwan's about to say he already feels spoiled, but when he sees Seb leaning in, he refrains. Instead, he rises up just slightly to meet him part way, to melt completely into the heat of that kiss. Speaking of that very powerful animal attraction... Siwan slides his palm against Seb's jaw, back further until his fingers tangle in his hair to keep him close. It is their last night together for a while so, shouldn't they make it special? ))
[Oh yes, Seb's thoughts are very much moving in the same direction. They'll be back to stealing their meetings from Siwan's work schedule and family duties all too soon and Seb wants to make the most of this final chance to share a bed together.
Once his tongue has tasted every single corner of Siwan's mouth, he dips his head to press light, sweet kisses along the line of Siwan's jaw and down his neck. That hint of bruise he spotted at his place is nearly gone now, but it reminds him to be gentle and keep his teeth behind his lips; it's never any kind of disappointment, after all, to avoid roughness with Siwan.]
If you could have me do anything you wanted to you right now, anything at all... what would you ask for? [He kisses his way over to one of Siwan's nipples while he waits for the answer and gives it a playful little flick with the tip of his tongue.]
(( As much as Siwan struggled with this desire for Seb in the days immediately after meeting him, he seems to have a much easier time accepting now. It doesn't make him feel shy or embarrassed when little more than a look or a certain tone sets Siwan's pulse racing and stirs his cock to life. Much like now. What reaction is he supposed to have to Seb's wicked mouth on his skin? Especially now that he knows more of what that mouth is capable of.
His head tips back as Seb leaves a trail of warm, wet kisses down along his neck, over his chest, and... that tiny tease pulls a quiet groan from Siwan's lips. His hand hands remained in Seb's hair the whole time, maybe tightening by degrees when he'd find a particularly sensitive place (like the soft spot just where ear, neck, and jaw meet). And if he's squirming a little already, wasn't that the plan when Seb started with those kisses?
The question prompts Siwan to lift his head, to peer at Seb with dark, hungry eyes. He wants so, so very much from Seb. He wants things he can't even imagine yet, things Seb will still have to teach him. But what he wants right now? Well, they're not really prepared for it, but he's going to answer Seb's question anyway, voice little more than a coarse whisper. ))
[It's as much the surprise of Siwan's request as the request itself that makes Seb shiver all the way up his spine, mouth falling open as his mind briefly goes empty with desire. The surprise of being asked for it, when he was afraid he'd always be the one to bring it up and his constant requests might become pressure. He should've had more faith in Siwan.
He plants one more hot kiss on Siwan's lips, then reaches for the lube that's been on the bedside table since night one thanks to the variety of their fooling around.]
My pleasure. [Seb initially plans to prep himself but once the bottle's in his hands, he gives Siwan a playful look and asks:] Hey, you wanna watch me get ready for you or do it yourself? I can walk you through it.
(( Siwan, of course, leans up to meet that kiss, draping one arm loosely around the back of Seb's neck. God, his kisses leaves Siwan completely breathless every single time. How can someone do that with just a kiss?
Seb's easy agreement to what Siwan thought was a hypothetical and the question immediately following causes his mind to go completely blank. Probably the effect of all the blood in his body rushing to his dick. Nothing registers behind his eyes for solid seconds before he remembers to be a little shy about how much he wants Seb. Seb doesn't need to know the amount of time Siwan's spent thinking about screwing him in mostly very vanilla ways (he doesn't know better, yet!). ))
[There's a helplessly fond smile on Seb's face as he lies back down beside Siwan and trails fingertips from his solar plexus to his navel and back up again.]
I get tested regularly so I know I'm clean, and I'm not even a little bit worried about you. [And that's not a lie, either - their bodies can pick up some communicable diseases, as Seb learned the first time Set's body died of syphilis, so Seb keeps on top of his STI status.] No hard feelings if you don't wanna take the chance but if you're ready, I'm ready.
(( That touch prompts a quiver and Siwan sucks in a sharp breath. But he turns his head to keep his eyes fixed on Seb. How, Siwan wonders, did he get so lucky to find this guy? ))
I trust you.
(( No hesitance. His concern was mostly for Seb's peace of mind. Mostly. They're both clean and since they're men pregnancy isn't a concern. And, god if the very thought of it doesn't send an even deeper pang of desire through him.
And now that that's cleared up, didn't Seb ask him a question? Siwan chews his lip, then swallows hard. ))
Is it okay if I watch you get ready this time?
(( He trusts Seb. He doesn't trust in his own ability not to get off just from fingering Seb. ))
[Is it okay? Silly Siwan. The only thing Seb loves more than watching Siwan tremble under his fingertips (there's a reason he puts effort into finding new spots for each light, idle caress) is putting on a little show of his own, and fingering himself may be the best sort of show there is. He's already popping open the bottle of lube and pouring a liberal amount over his fingers as he nods, his tongue poked out from between his lips with excitement.
For a moment Seb's not sure how best to position himself, but he decides that Siwan will probably respond better to his face than the actual up close and personal view of his asshole being manipulated and, as such, stays facing him when he straddles his thighs. With one hand planted on the bed for balance, he reaches past his half-hard dick and balls and sinks a first finger inside; the tremulous little gasp that escapes him belies the fact that he really doesn't need to be treated anywhere near this carefully before being fucked, and it's all in the name of a good show.
And he certainly does make a performance of it, head thrown back and abdominal muscles shivering as he rides one finger, then a second and third. Warm, soft hums of pleasure gain urgency each time the stretch deepens until he's rock hard and moaning by the third finger, well and truly prepared for Siwan but curious to see if he'll lose control and how that will look if so.]
(( What a show indeed! Does Siwan know it's not wholly necessary? Of course not. He can imagine a little of it is for dramatic purpose but, damn is it working! Does Seb even know how hypnotizing he is? Siwan's eyes are fixed on him, on the way his lashes flutter, his parted lips as he moans and sighs, watching ever little change in his expression to turn it into his memory for later. His gaze drifts from Seb's face, over his shoulders, across the plane of his chest. Very little of his shyness lingers as his eyes drop lower.
Should it feel so much like Siwan's seeing something private that he shouldn't? He's seen this before (never in person, always in some video on a screen), but with Seb astride his legs... it all feels so different. Well, it's not surprise that Seb's absolutely erotic. As if he hasn't proved that from the moment they met. Maybe Siwan should be a little embarrassed by how easily Seb turns him on. He's not, though. He's not embarrassed at all. Seb's gorgeous. He's charismatic and he very clearly knows what he's doing.
Even with the obstructed view, watching Seb's hand move between his legs, hearing and seeing the effects of it on Seb is more than enough to get Siwan very hard very quickly. He's eager to feel where Seb's fingers are. No, eager really doesn't begin to describe it. Siwan's entire body aches with want and it's all he can do to watch.
And in the back of his mind he has a fleeting thought about old folk stories and he wonders if he isn't caught up by some incubus (haha, but those aren't real! And Seb is so very, very real).
Finally, Siwan dares to reach out, to brush his fingers in a feather light touch against Seb's arm, tracing the curve of muscle there. And when that simple touch does nothing to break the spell, Siwan breathes out in relief. Seb's definitely real. ))
[Seb considers it the best sort of compliment, how quickly Siwan's cock rises to attention just from watching him enjoy himself. He's gotten downright greedy about the reaction, in fact, so much so that he's not sure he'll ever be able to fuck someone who's even remotely jaded about having such a beautiful partner in their bed. The intensity with which Siwan watches him in moments like this is almost worshipful - and who can blame a deposed god for craving a bit of reverence?
But Seb is just as eager to impale himself on Siwan's arousal and when he makes that quiet plea, holding back any longer simply ceases to be an option. Seb yanks his fingers free and gives Siwan a quick stroke with what remains of the lube on his hand, then sits up to angle his hips so that the head of Siwan's cock lines up just right -]
Ready for the best sex you've ever had in your life?
[- and sinks down onto him with a shudder that wipes the smirk right off his face. Oh fuck, Siwan feels good. Seb doesn't think he's ever had a human feel this hard inside him before. It's like steel wrapped in heated silk. He has to concentrate to keep himself from moving too quickly; as badly as he wants to bury the rest of Siwan's length inside him with a single movement, he doesn't want this lovely, deprived man beneath him to miss a single sensation as he finally gets what his body has probably craved since it first learned the meaning of craving.
So he lowers himself slowly, bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes locked on Siwan's face so that he, too, can drink in every second and commit it to memory.]
(( Reverence is exactly what it is. Yes, there's the fact that Seb is gorgeous and Siwan frequently wonders how he caught Seb's attention. But it's more than just that. Seb is showing him something, giving him something he's always wanted. He's been nothing but patient the entire week, never pushing Siwan beyond what he was ready to do or have done. How could he look at Seb with anything but reverence?
Hopefully Seb isn't actually expecting an answer to his question. Siwan's mind went completely empty the instant Seb sank down. Nothing remains but heat and need and want and every kind of hungry sensation Siwan's ever experienced. His jaw drops open, something that's more than breath but barely a sound slipping from his lips. His hands fly to Seb's hips, grasping perhaps a little more firmly than would normally be comfortable. It's all instinct, his body completely on autopilot since Siwan's brain is only keeping up with essential functions for those first few seconds.
This is it: everything he's ever fantasized about. And somehow the reality is far better than what his imagination could ever conjure up.
Siwan sucks in a rattling breath and something like human intelligence comes back to his eyes. Be still, he tells himself. Be still at least until Seb's fully seated. Don't rush it. Ah, but every cell that makes him up is screaming for action, for friction, for more of this. Sorry if his grips leaves bruises on Seb's hips. That's Siwan's anchor. Soft, hot skin under his hands, hard bone just beneath. Something other than that maddening heat enveloping his cock, the natural resistance that's different from what he knows (no, don't compare!). It's so much all at once and ever feeling plays out on his face in the short span of time it takes Seb to seat himself fully.
Once he's settled astride Siwan, he slowly uncurls his fingers, loosening that white-knuckled grip on Seb. He's still only a second longer, if even that. Siwan jolts forward to close whatever small space is left between them, mouth crashing against Seb's for a desperate, thorough kiss. His hands slide from Seb's hips to the small of his back, upward along either side of his spine, curling against his shoulders just as Siwan's hips jerk to drive him that much deeper. ))
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It's absolutely endearing and adorable and a whole host of other charming adjectives how happy Seb is. It's enough to make Siwan forget he ever thought this was a bad idea. It's a thought that will inevitably come back at some point, but right now? Seb's cheerfulness is infectious. But he's still very aware of the mess he made of himself and when Seb hands him the sweat pants, he hold them strategically. ))
Thank you.
(( Now with the protection of a borrowed garment, Siwan makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself up. He's pretty quick about it, and feels just a little regretful that he's going to be commando in Seb's pants. Since the rest of his clothes definitely weren't intended to be worn with sweat pants, he sheds the button-down, folding it neatly to add to his suitcase before they go. He'll do some laundry as soon as they arrive. When he emerges from the bathroom in those loose sweats and a simple black tank top that was under his shirt, he looks around. Not seeing Seb in the living space, he hesitantly pokes his head in the bedroom door. ))
Hey.
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C'mon in. [Seb has a small roller suitcase open on his bed with the basics piled in - underwear, socks, casual tops and pants.] Anything specific I should bring?
[He doesn't want to imply that Siwan might take him anywhere nice - they've established that he's a secret, after all - but he'd also hate to be caught without the right fit for something that could be fun. Hell, maybe the place has a pool! There are any number of reasons Seb could need something that hasn't crossed his mind.
As soon as Siwan's within reach, Seb won't be able to keep himself from touching some newly exposed part of him. A hand on the shoulder that lingers before trailing down his arm, an admiring look following the path of his hand. Fuck, he really is just flawless.]
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He pads closer, trying not to be too nosy as he inspects the contents of Seb's bag. ))
Swimwear, if you want to use the pool or spa. Maybe one nice outfit so we can get dinner.
(( By nice, he just means nice trousers and shirt. It doesn't have to be a suit or anything that formal. Just because Siwan lives and dies in suits doesn't mean anyone else has to.
That first touch of Seb's fingers on his bare skin pulls a sharp breath from Siwan. He has a typical business sort of job that doesn't keep him physically active, so Siwan supplements that sedentary part of his day with regular activity: walking, cycling, swimming, even trips to the gym. It keeps him in decent shape and health (and it gives him good excuses to postpone returning home). This close, Seb might also take note of some pale, almost healed bruises near his shoulders, just above the elbows, around his neck. They've lost most darkness and even the green tinge has faded to a sickly yellow.
Siwan shivers slightly. It feels like the first time they touched in that bar all over again. ))
Um... pajamas? I think there are spare house shoes at the apartment. There's laundry there, too, so we can wash anything.
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Siwan's reaction to his touch sparks a new flicker of heat low in Seb's gut but no, no, he has to focus. There'll be nothing but time for them to mess around when they're on
a workholiday together. Has anyone ever invited him into their life this early before?... no, he doesn't want to compare Siwan to the others. This is different. He won't taint Siwan with that association.
To keep himself from getting too distracted by Siwan's quickened breathing, Seb moves from his dresser to the closet and chooses a good shirt, slacks, and a blazer to hang in his garment bag. Only once it's zipped up and settled beside his suitcase does he allow himself to look up at Siwan again - and that's when he notices the ring of bruising on one side of Siwan's neck.]
Whoa... what happened here? [His joy is considerably dimmed by the sight, his voice soft with concern. If Siwan's life is really as passionless as he claims, and Seb has no reason to doubt him, then - this looks an awful lot like someone tried to strangle him.
And if that's the case, then someone has to die.]
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But that dark cloud that passes over Seb's face makes him keenly aware of the fact that he's not as protected by his clothes as he'd usually make sure he is. Well, now Seb can put together why Siwan's always in collared shirts and long sleeves. He looks down, hand twitching as if it wants to move to touch the now faded bruises. He knows what Seb's asking about, clearly. ))
It's... Nothing you need to worry about.
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[Seb sounds dubious, not uncertain. This looks a lot more like Siwan is covering for something or somebody than unconcerned about the bruising. He almost looks guilty, which gives Seb one hell of a chill.]
If you're in some kinda danger, I want to help. I'm more than equipped to, believe me.
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I'm not in any kind of danger. I promise.
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I know you're a gentle type of guy, so... even if this offer sounds weird, just take it and put it away somewhere in case you ever need it. [There's no making this offer sound anything but weird. Seb can just feel, very deep down, that Siwan might have use for it one day.] I will hurt people for you if they're asking for it and you don't wanna dish it out.
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He takes a moment to think about what the say in response. He doesn't want to dismiss Seb, but he also doesn't want him potentially getting into any kind of trouble on Siwan's behalf. ))
I'll remember.
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Seb pulls out his pyjamas and swimsuit and tucks them into his suitcase, then zips it up after one last once-over to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. There are still his personal grooming products to grab from the bathroom but they can go in the front pocket.]
There! I'm all ready. We should probably finish that amazing dinner, huh?
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I'd completely forgotten!
(( Seb was quite the distraction, after all. Maybe now that they've gotten that out of their systems, they can sit and eat like two grown adults. Thankfully, the dishes heat up well in the microwave and are just as enjoyable as they would've been completely fresh.
Before they leave, Siwan gets fresh clothes from the suitcase in his car. He wouldn't dare travel dressed in sweat pants and a tank top! No, it's right back to dress slacks (grey) and a button-up (black). No blazer or tie this time. This is about as casual as anyone outside of a private space will ever see Siwan.
The train ride is uneventful. It's late so any conversation is brief before Siwan drifts off to sleep. It's even later (or maybe it's very, very early) when they arrive. A car service picks them up to take them to the apartment, which is huge. Luxurious, even. It's in the penthouse of a highrise building, sprawling but sterile. It sort of makes sense not to have any personal touches since no one lives there full-time.
After the first day or so, Siwan seems more relaxed when they're alone together. Unless he's meeting with a client or colleague, he's able to spend a lot of his working hours in the apartment. He stays in the office there when he's working, but always pops out to have lunch with Seb, either there or at a nearby restaurant. It's important to him that Seb knows he's not confined to the place — he's free to come and go and Siwan's completely willing to be seen with him in public.
Seb will learn that Siwan likes to have music playing often. Jazz, blues, and big band are among his favorites. He can cook a little, but excels at breakfast. Siwan runs every day, swims every night (enjoy that heated pool, Seb!), and makes time to work out (yes, the building has its own gym) every other day while they're there. At some point they end up talking a little about their pasts and families. Siwan speaks mostly with polite regard about them and his life of obligation. It's only when he speaks about his children that he seems really happy — he's soon to be a first-time grandfather!
Seb shared a bit in turn, seeming even more reserved and hesitant on the top than Siwan. It all makes since when Siwan learns more about Seb's situation in life. Estranged from his parents, looked after by what appear to be a caring aunt and uncle. His relationship with his cousin seems like a bright spot for him and Siwan finds himself glad Seb's got that.
Mornings are easiest. Siwan's slow to remember to put his mask on in the morning, which leads to easier affection and, well, other things that one might assume would stem from it. Waking up with Seb in bed with him could be a contributing factor, too. That wasn't the plan, initially. Seb was set up in one of the other rooms, but ended up in Siwan's the first night (which Siwan's not complaining about at all). It's all very pleasant until their last day arrives and some existential dread starts to creep back into Siwan's mind. It's not until they've gone out for the nice dinner he promised, spent some time in spa, cleaned up from all that and find themselves laying in bed together for the last time until who knows when that Siwan makes a proposal. ))
I make this trip every other month. I wouldn't be unhappy if you'd come with me again.
(( There's a hopeful note in his voice. If Seb could come with him on these trips... Well it's a safe way for them to meet and spend time together. He'll do his best to find time between them to see Seb, too, but... At least this would be something they could count on. ))
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Sometimes, anyway. There's still plenty of arousal to go around. They've been skirting the edge of actual penetrative sex all week and Seb's not exactly pent up because of it, not when they've been so active otherwise, but it gets more powerful as a fantasy every time it doesn't happen.
He's considering whether he should bring it up when Siwan makes a much, much better offer, one that leaves Seb feeling like his heart could explode from happiness. Every other month... that means he's finally become a firm part of Siwan's future plans. He really does have a place in Siwan's life. It's enough to make him hide his face against Siwan's chest for a moment because he has to compose himself before answering.
Propped up on an elbow, he brushes Siwan's hair away from his forehead and says, with a beaming smile:] You could take me anywhere and I'd be down for the trip, so this? Yeah, there's no way I'd ever turn it down. This is like the pharaoh life.
[He adores Siwan, yes, but he's also more than a little bit dazzled by his wealth. After all, he was a river god, not a prince or king - fineries are one thing, but the full package is quite another.]
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He chuckles quietly. Siwan's aware that he's what people could consider ultra-wealthy, but... his social circle never cared about that because they were all from similar backgrounds and families. Not that he ever felt like he wanted to impress people with it. ))
Maybe it is like the pharaoh life. But with less responsibility?
(( He smiles warmly up at Seb, reaching up to trail his fingers lightly along that sharp jaw. It still doesn't feel real. This man, this wonderful, beautiful man wants to be here with him. If it's a dream, he doesn't want to wake up yet. ))
If you'll let me, I'd like to spoil you just a little.
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Maybe because it's the first thing he's done or said that has a whiff of dominance to it, despite the care with which he's chosen his words?]
I'm not gonna turn that down, [Seb says with a coy smile, eyelids fluttering at Siwan's gentle touch but never falling completely shut.] And I'll spoil you just as much, in my own way.
[Not something he needs to clarify, but he still leans down to kiss Siwan long and deep so he knows exactly how Seb wants to spoil him.]
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Siwan's about to say he already feels spoiled, but when he sees Seb leaning in, he refrains. Instead, he rises up just slightly to meet him part way, to melt completely into the heat of that kiss. Speaking of that very powerful animal attraction... Siwan slides his palm against Seb's jaw, back further until his fingers tangle in his hair to keep him close. It is their last night together for a while so, shouldn't they make it special? ))
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Once his tongue has tasted every single corner of Siwan's mouth, he dips his head to press light, sweet kisses along the line of Siwan's jaw and down his neck. That hint of bruise he spotted at his place is nearly gone now, but it reminds him to be gentle and keep his teeth behind his lips; it's never any kind of disappointment, after all, to avoid roughness with Siwan.]
If you could have me do anything you wanted to you right now, anything at all... what would you ask for? [He kisses his way over to one of Siwan's nipples while he waits for the answer and gives it a playful little flick with the tip of his tongue.]
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His head tips back as Seb leaves a trail of warm, wet kisses down along his neck, over his chest, and... that tiny tease pulls a quiet groan from Siwan's lips. His hand hands remained in Seb's hair the whole time, maybe tightening by degrees when he'd find a particularly sensitive place (like the soft spot just where ear, neck, and jaw meet). And if he's squirming a little already, wasn't that the plan when Seb started with those kisses?
The question prompts Siwan to lift his head, to peer at Seb with dark, hungry eyes. He wants so, so very much from Seb. He wants things he can't even imagine yet, things Seb will still have to teach him. But what he wants right now? Well, they're not really prepared for it, but he's going to answer Seb's question anyway, voice little more than a coarse whisper. ))
Ride me.
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He plants one more hot kiss on Siwan's lips, then reaches for the lube that's been on the bedside table since night one thanks to the variety of their fooling around.]
My pleasure. [Seb initially plans to prep himself but once the bottle's in his hands, he gives Siwan a playful look and asks:] Hey, you wanna watch me get ready for you or do it yourself? I can walk you through it.
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Seb's easy agreement to what Siwan thought was a hypothetical and the question immediately following causes his mind to go completely blank. Probably the effect of all the blood in his body rushing to his dick. Nothing registers behind his eyes for solid seconds before he remembers to be a little shy about how much he wants Seb. Seb doesn't need to know the amount of time Siwan's spent thinking about screwing him in mostly very vanilla ways (he doesn't know better, yet!). ))
A-are you sure? We don't have protection...
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[There's a helplessly fond smile on Seb's face as he lies back down beside Siwan and trails fingertips from his solar plexus to his navel and back up again.]
I get tested regularly so I know I'm clean, and I'm not even a little bit worried about you. [And that's not a lie, either - their bodies can pick up some communicable diseases, as Seb learned the first time Set's body died of syphilis, so Seb keeps on top of his STI status.] No hard feelings if you don't wanna take the chance but if you're ready, I'm ready.
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I trust you.
(( No hesitance. His concern was mostly for Seb's peace of mind. Mostly. They're both clean and since they're men pregnancy isn't a concern. And, god if the very thought of it doesn't send an even deeper pang of desire through him.
And now that that's cleared up, didn't Seb ask him a question? Siwan chews his lip, then swallows hard. ))
Is it okay if I watch you get ready this time?
(( He trusts Seb. He doesn't trust in his own ability not to get off just from fingering Seb. ))
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For a moment Seb's not sure how best to position himself, but he decides that Siwan will probably respond better to his face than the actual up close and personal view of his asshole being manipulated and, as such, stays facing him when he straddles his thighs. With one hand planted on the bed for balance, he reaches past his half-hard dick and balls and sinks a first finger inside; the tremulous little gasp that escapes him belies the fact that he really doesn't need to be treated anywhere near this carefully before being fucked, and it's all in the name of a good show.
And he certainly does make a performance of it, head thrown back and abdominal muscles shivering as he rides one finger, then a second and third. Warm, soft hums of pleasure gain urgency each time the stretch deepens until he's rock hard and moaning by the third finger, well and truly prepared for Siwan but curious to see if he'll lose control and how that will look if so.]
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Should it feel so much like Siwan's seeing something private that he shouldn't? He's seen this before (never in person, always in some video on a screen), but with Seb astride his legs... it all feels so different. Well, it's not surprise that Seb's absolutely erotic. As if he hasn't proved that from the moment they met. Maybe Siwan should be a little embarrassed by how easily Seb turns him on. He's not, though. He's not embarrassed at all. Seb's gorgeous. He's charismatic and he very clearly knows what he's doing.
Even with the obstructed view, watching Seb's hand move between his legs, hearing and seeing the effects of it on Seb is more than enough to get Siwan very hard very quickly. He's eager to feel where Seb's fingers are. No, eager really doesn't begin to describe it. Siwan's entire body aches with want and it's all he can do to watch.
And in the back of his mind he has a fleeting thought about old folk stories and he wonders if he isn't caught up by some incubus (haha, but those aren't real! And Seb is so very, very real).
Finally, Siwan dares to reach out, to brush his fingers in a feather light touch against Seb's arm, tracing the curve of muscle there. And when that simple touch does nothing to break the spell, Siwan breathes out in relief. Seb's definitely real. ))
Please...
(( Please be ready. Siwan's so ready. ))
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But Seb is just as eager to impale himself on Siwan's arousal and when he makes that quiet plea, holding back any longer simply ceases to be an option. Seb yanks his fingers free and gives Siwan a quick stroke with what remains of the lube on his hand, then sits up to angle his hips so that the head of Siwan's cock lines up just right -]
Ready for the best sex you've ever had in your life?
[- and sinks down onto him with a shudder that wipes the smirk right off his face. Oh fuck, Siwan feels good. Seb doesn't think he's ever had a human feel this hard inside him before. It's like steel wrapped in heated silk. He has to concentrate to keep himself from moving too quickly; as badly as he wants to bury the rest of Siwan's length inside him with a single movement, he doesn't want this lovely, deprived man beneath him to miss a single sensation as he finally gets what his body has probably craved since it first learned the meaning of craving.
So he lowers himself slowly, bottom lip caught between his teeth and eyes locked on Siwan's face so that he, too, can drink in every second and commit it to memory.]
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Hopefully Seb isn't actually expecting an answer to his question. Siwan's mind went completely empty the instant Seb sank down. Nothing remains but heat and need and want and every kind of hungry sensation Siwan's ever experienced. His jaw drops open, something that's more than breath but barely a sound slipping from his lips. His hands fly to Seb's hips, grasping perhaps a little more firmly than would normally be comfortable. It's all instinct, his body completely on autopilot since Siwan's brain is only keeping up with essential functions for those first few seconds.
This is it: everything he's ever fantasized about. And somehow the reality is far better than what his imagination could ever conjure up.
Siwan sucks in a rattling breath and something like human intelligence comes back to his eyes. Be still, he tells himself. Be still at least until Seb's fully seated. Don't rush it. Ah, but every cell that makes him up is screaming for action, for friction, for more of this. Sorry if his grips leaves bruises on Seb's hips. That's Siwan's anchor. Soft, hot skin under his hands, hard bone just beneath. Something other than that maddening heat enveloping his cock, the natural resistance that's different from what he knows (no, don't compare!). It's so much all at once and ever feeling plays out on his face in the short span of time it takes Seb to seat himself fully.
Once he's settled astride Siwan, he slowly uncurls his fingers, loosening that white-knuckled grip on Seb. He's still only a second longer, if even that. Siwan jolts forward to close whatever small space is left between them, mouth crashing against Seb's for a desperate, thorough kiss. His hands slide from Seb's hips to the small of his back, upward along either side of his spine, curling against his shoulders just as Siwan's hips jerk to drive him that much deeper. ))
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