[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. ))
[While Seb may not have been waiting his whole sexually mature life for this like the man beneath him, he has done his own share of waiting while he eased Siwan toward this moment. He's shown a level of patience that simply hasn't been demanded of him in his past affairs, all because Siwan was and is too precious to lose to regrets. So Seb feels an echo of that same wonder, that sense of finally, finally!, when he sits down flat on Siwan's pelvis with his length entirely buried in him.
And Siwan doesn't give him a chance to bask in the moment, either. His hungry kisses and grasping hands feel scalding hot on Seb's skin, pulling a needy whine out of him that shifts to a much deeper moan when Siwan fucks up into him.]
Oh god, yes - [Seb would've been happy to keep performing, to roll his body with every tight circling of his hips and let Siwan watch his musculature dance beneath his sweat-slick skin, but this is so much better. He clings to Siwan's back and sits up just a fraction before dropping down hard; there's not a shred of teasing left in his movements now.]
Fuck me, Siwan... give it to me hard...
[If Seb eventually ends up on his back, well - that's a chance he's willing to take.]
(( Surely Seb will have a chance to keep his show going for longer in the future. Right now feels too overwhelming, too much like every hope and dream is coming true, too much like Siwan's finally able to drop all the masks and be himself. It's too much for him to be still and quiet and simply observe (even if strict observation is impossible in this situation). There's no way for him to hold himself back with the tight heat of Seb's body enveloping his dick.
It isn't like hasn't heard filth from Seb's lips before. It just hits very different when Siwan's balls deep inside him. It adds another layer to everything he's already feeling (mostly physical, but not exclusively) and sends a full body shudder running through him. That heat pooled low in his belly churns at the words, seeming to expand and spread through even more of him, leaving him feeling feverish.
But he doesn't have to think. Not about what to do or what Seb said. He only moves. The minimal rolling of his hips, even combined with Seb's rising up and sinking back down, isn't enough. It isn't enough even though each subtle shift in their bodies makes it feel like every nerve is firing. It isn't enough even though that friction steals his breath and leaves him moaning into Seb's mouth. It isn't enough.
Siwan didn't think this through. Maybe having Seb on top of him wasn't the greatest idea. It limits his motion, too much. So, yeah, Seb's going to end up on his back. It's not any sort of graceful, fluid shift. No, Siwan simply uses his weight and his grip on Seb's shoulders to flop them sideways onto the bed and then rolls on top of him. He braces his forearms on either side of Seb's head and, after a few much quicker thrusts, pulls his knees up to get better leverage. (He didn't think this through, either. He probably should've tucked a pillow under Seb's ass so he didn't have to use his legs to hold on... but Siwan's not going to ever complain about Seb clinging to him). ))
[It's true that being on top can create some uniquely delicious sensations when Seb has the time and inclination to coax them out, but this isn't that kind of fuck. Not by a longshot. He struggles against the slow, sluggish pace of their rocking movements right along with Siwan until the world suddenly gets upended and, with Siwan now staring down at him, Seb knows it's time for things to go from good to spectacular.]
Mmyeah, that's it - [Those snapping thrusts send ripples of heat outward every time Siwan bottoms out in him, making Seb shiver and tighten his grip on Siwan's back until his nails bite into skin.] That's so good, ba - haah!
[Wrapping his legs around Siwan shifts the angle just right, so that each thrust sets off a firecracker in Seb's body instead of a ripple. Head thrown back and arms and legs both clamped around Siwan's body, Seb starts to babble a steady stream of nonsense that's mostly variations more, yes, like that, right there, - and, of course, Siwan's name over and over again.
So this is how it feels when you really care about the person you fuck, huh? Not care about the way he cares about Horus, but in a greedy, insatiable, exclusive way. This is how it feels when no one else matters but them. Siwan might be in the process of ruining him for sex with literally anyone else.]
(( Ruining sex with other people for Seb? Welcome to the club. Although, maybe it's different for Siwan in that sex has never been particularly enjoyable for him until he met Seb. Before that? It was a perfunctory duty like Siwan's some medieval noble doing his part to ensure his family name carries on. Actually, exactly like that. Sure, it felt good enough... as good as can be expected when one has zero interest or attraction to their partner. Most times, it was a hassle trying to get and stay hard long enough to get it done and the couple minutes of physical pleasure hardly felt worth it.
But this? Siwan's lost in Seb. Lost in the feel of that toned body against his, lost in the heat where their bodies meet, lost in drinking in every sound, feeling every subtle flex of muscle. Lost in the feeling that, for the first time in Siwan's life, he's exactly where and who he's supposed to be.
Maybe later he'll worry that he's not as experienced as Seb may enjoy. Maybe later he'll wonder if he was clumsy, inept, and artless. Well, if he was, doesn't that just give Seb a chance to teach him to be less of all that? Maybe later... right now there's no room for thought and worry. There's only Seb and the bed creaking under the desperate snap of Siwan's hips as he chases more of that maddening friction. ))
[Siwan may be low on technique thanks to his lack of experience and overwhelmed urgency, but that's not what Seb will remember when he thinks about this night. He'll remember that this was Siwan's first time with a man and Seb gave it to him, Seb was the one he asked for the experience, and all because they simply can't resist each other. The electricity and magnetism are what he'll remember.
Well, that and the fact that it's still so good. Maybe Seb prefers to be fucked harder, to really feel the head of his partner's cock smash into him like a battering ram, but that doesn't mean Siwan isn't getting the job done impressively well for a man that's sprinting toward the orgasm of his life at top speed. If Seb just sneaks his hand between their bodies and grips his erection, he shouldn't even have to stroke himself with the way Siwan's hips keep slamming into him -]
Ohhhh my gooood - [Not much more now. It's building, coiling up tighter and tighter inside him every time Siwan hits his sweet spot.] Fuck, babe, I'm gonna come - you're gonna make me come - !
(( Somehow, in spite of the veritable shut down of higher brain functions, he's still able to parse Seb's words. There's a note of urgency in his voice that cuts clean through the fog of lust. And the instant the words make sense, Siwan shudders. He knows he's not far, either. Just a little longer, just enough to... ))
Please...
(( So breathless, so deeply needy a whine it's barely a word at all. ))
[So close to the edge and Siwan's still holding off because he refuses to come before Seb does. He's incredible, he's the most remarkable man Seb has ever met...
Well, he won't torture Siwan like this any longer.
Seb tightens his grip and pumps himself fast and frantic, breaking rhythm with Siwan's thrusts right as they start to stutter out of time anyway, and it only takes a few seconds before the wave of pleasure crests and crashes down on him. His body pulls taut as a bowstring all at once and his mouth falls open around what looks like a silent cry, which finally breaks free from his throat when he spills all over his abdomen in a hot rush.]
Siwan... [He gasps again and again while he rides out the height of orgasm, the finest edge of a whimper sneaking into his voice here and there.] ... Siwan...
His imagination could never compare to the reality of being with someone he's actually wildly attracted to. There's so much happening all at once: sights, sounds, smells, sensation all competing in a tumult that leaves Siwan's head spinning. Or maybe it's the fact that's mere second away from the best orgasm of his life. It could very well be that.
Seb's climax hits Siwan like a truck, ripping a percussive oh! from him. He manages maybe another thrust and a half before all the heat coiled in his belly finally bursts. He vaguely feels his balls tighten an instant before his cock spasms and spurts his issue into Seb. Each pulse brings Seb's names to lips, gasp and panted like some secret prayer. And when it's done, Siwan simply collapses boneless on top of him. ]
[Just like everything else with Siwan, the familiar deep satisfaction of sinking into post-sex afterglow somehow feels entirely different and better this time. Siwan's weight on his chest, the shuddering breaths that ripple through Siwan's body as he comes down, the heat and fullness of Siwan's come inside him... this is why people keep coming back to someone they really care about, huh? Sex is sex and it's always good, but this is something closer to bliss.]
Mmm... [With both arms wrapped around his exhausted body, Seb cards his fingers gently through Siwan's hair.] Welcome to the other team, babe. How do you feel?
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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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And Siwan doesn't give him a chance to bask in the moment, either. His hungry kisses and grasping hands feel scalding hot on Seb's skin, pulling a needy whine out of him that shifts to a much deeper moan when Siwan fucks up into him.]
Oh god, yes - [Seb would've been happy to keep performing, to roll his body with every tight circling of his hips and let Siwan watch his musculature dance beneath his sweat-slick skin, but this is so much better. He clings to Siwan's back and sits up just a fraction before dropping down hard; there's not a shred of teasing left in his movements now.]
Fuck me, Siwan... give it to me hard...
[If Seb eventually ends up on his back, well - that's a chance he's willing to take.]
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It isn't like hasn't heard filth from Seb's lips before. It just hits very different when Siwan's balls deep inside him. It adds another layer to everything he's already feeling (mostly physical, but not exclusively) and sends a full body shudder running through him. That heat pooled low in his belly churns at the words, seeming to expand and spread through even more of him, leaving him feeling feverish.
But he doesn't have to think. Not about what to do or what Seb said. He only moves. The minimal rolling of his hips, even combined with Seb's rising up and sinking back down, isn't enough. It isn't enough even though each subtle shift in their bodies makes it feel like every nerve is firing. It isn't enough even though that friction steals his breath and leaves him moaning into Seb's mouth. It isn't enough.
Siwan didn't think this through. Maybe having Seb on top of him wasn't the greatest idea. It limits his motion, too much. So, yeah, Seb's going to end up on his back. It's not any sort of graceful, fluid shift. No, Siwan simply uses his weight and his grip on Seb's shoulders to flop them sideways onto the bed and then rolls on top of him. He braces his forearms on either side of Seb's head and, after a few much quicker thrusts, pulls his knees up to get better leverage. (He didn't think this through, either. He probably should've tucked a pillow under Seb's ass so he didn't have to use his legs to hold on... but Siwan's not going to ever complain about Seb clinging to him). ))
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Mmyeah, that's it - [Those snapping thrusts send ripples of heat outward every time Siwan bottoms out in him, making Seb shiver and tighten his grip on Siwan's back until his nails bite into skin.] That's so good, ba - haah!
[Wrapping his legs around Siwan shifts the angle just right, so that each thrust sets off a firecracker in Seb's body instead of a ripple. Head thrown back and arms and legs both clamped around Siwan's body, Seb starts to babble a steady stream of nonsense that's mostly variations more, yes, like that, right there, - and, of course, Siwan's name over and over again.
So this is how it feels when you really care about the person you fuck, huh? Not care about the way he cares about Horus, but in a greedy, insatiable, exclusive way. This is how it feels when no one else matters but them. Siwan might be in the process of ruining him for sex with literally anyone else.]
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But this? Siwan's lost in Seb. Lost in the feel of that toned body against his, lost in the heat where their bodies meet, lost in drinking in every sound, feeling every subtle flex of muscle. Lost in the feeling that, for the first time in Siwan's life, he's exactly where and who he's supposed to be.
Maybe later he'll worry that he's not as experienced as Seb may enjoy. Maybe later he'll wonder if he was clumsy, inept, and artless. Well, if he was, doesn't that just give Seb a chance to teach him to be less of all that? Maybe later... right now there's no room for thought and worry. There's only Seb and the bed creaking under the desperate snap of Siwan's hips as he chases more of that maddening friction. ))
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Well, that and the fact that it's still so good. Maybe Seb prefers to be fucked harder, to really feel the head of his partner's cock smash into him like a battering ram, but that doesn't mean Siwan isn't getting the job done impressively well for a man that's sprinting toward the orgasm of his life at top speed. If Seb just sneaks his hand between their bodies and grips his erection, he shouldn't even have to stroke himself with the way Siwan's hips keep slamming into him -]
Ohhhh my gooood - [Not much more now. It's building, coiling up tighter and tighter inside him every time Siwan hits his sweet spot.] Fuck, babe, I'm gonna come - you're gonna make me come - !
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Please...
(( So breathless, so deeply needy a whine it's barely a word at all. ))
I wanna feel it...
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Well, he won't torture Siwan like this any longer.
Seb tightens his grip and pumps himself fast and frantic, breaking rhythm with Siwan's thrusts right as they start to stutter out of time anyway, and it only takes a few seconds before the wave of pleasure crests and crashes down on him. His body pulls taut as a bowstring all at once and his mouth falls open around what looks like a silent cry, which finally breaks free from his throat when he spills all over his abdomen in a hot rush.]
Siwan... [He gasps again and again while he rides out the height of orgasm, the finest edge of a whimper sneaking into his voice here and there.] ... Siwan...
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His imagination could never compare to the reality of being with someone he's actually wildly attracted to. There's so much happening all at once: sights, sounds, smells, sensation all competing in a tumult that leaves Siwan's head spinning. Or maybe it's the fact that's mere second away from the best orgasm of his life. It could very well be that.
Seb's climax hits Siwan like a truck, ripping a percussive oh! from him. He manages maybe another thrust and a half before all the heat coiled in his belly finally bursts. He vaguely feels his balls tighten an instant before his cock spasms and spurts his issue into Seb. Each pulse brings Seb's names to lips, gasp and panted like some secret prayer. And when it's done, Siwan simply collapses boneless on top of him. ]
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Mmm... [With both arms wrapped around his exhausted body, Seb cards his fingers gently through Siwan's hair.] Welcome to the other team, babe. How do you feel?
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