HADRIEL 27 JULY | NSFW

[pyralisit]

His smile only grew when Seel relented and he followed him to bedroom in silence. No need to ruin the moment since he'd already won. He'd have to do a damn good job, too, so Seel could have some fun. But it was also supposed to be healing. Or uniting. Or whatever.

He didn't speak again until they were in the bedroom and he had closed the door behind them.

"It's a start, at least."


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[pyralisit]

When had he closed his eyes...? He couldn't breathe even enough to moan and his arms tightened around Seel, fingernails digging a little harder into his back. Seel always knew how to drive him crazy. Which was only fair, really, since he knew how to do the same right back. At least it seemed that it was still that way, even with the time that Seel had lived it was the same. Or maybe even a little better. Seel had doubtless learned all sorts of things that Cal was anxious to see.

He slid his hands down to Seel's pants and groped him through the fabric before he fumbled at the fastenings, trying hard not to just rip them off of the har. That would have been faster, but Seel would probably have complained later. Eventually he managed to undo them and slide them off but that left his still in the way. He'd worry about that in a moment unless Seel got to it first.

[dreamsallotted]

Seel definitely had some tricks he wanted to show Cal. Things he doubted Cal knew yet. Should he save them? Or blow his mind now? Rooning Cal was overwhelming enough without introducing a double flower to the equation.

He groaned, feeling Cal's fingers palm his ouana-lim through the fabric, petals hardening. He would have been very cross with you later if you ripped off his pants, Cal. It wasn't like there were many good options here and they were lacking in excellent tailors. He was tempted to rip Cal's off, but years with Swift had civilized him and he manage to undo them and slide them gracefully, or not so gracefully off those long, lean legs.

He missed this. Was it bad that he missed this?

[pyralisit]

It certainly felt much better once his pants were on the floor. Freer, maybe. He was still having trouble breathing but he managed a soft moan feeling Seel's hands running down his legs taking his pants with them. As soon as they were gone he wrapped both his legs around Seel's waist and sliding his arms back around Seel once more, holding him there and alternately kissing and biting the skin on his neck. He'd probably leave a mark but he didn't care. Like old times, isn't it?

[dreamsallotted]

Seel let out a strangled groan as he found himself sheathed inside of Cal. This was going fast. Didn't it always? Cal was a force of nature, as soume even more so. He couldn't help but buck inside him. Had it been so long? It had been so long and Cal felt utterly amazing. Soft and warm and wet and so uniquely Cal.

He craned his neck, inviting Cal to leave a mark, bite him, hurt him. Seel's mouth fell to Cal's shoulder, nipping and kissing and mouthing the skin. In a split decision, his hand wandered over to Cal's retracted ouana-lim, touching and playing incessantly.

[pyralisit]

And here Cal had though he knew what he was doing. He moaned against Seel's skin and then bit down harder once he had his breath back, raking his nails over Seel's back again, harder this time. Seel inside him and playing with him...he wasn't going to get out of this unscathed.

Maybe he'd have to ask later where Seel had picked that up but 30 years was a long time. It could have been anywhere. And, truthfully, it didn't matter. As long as Seel was trying his hardest to keep Cal from thinking too hard, he didn't care where it came from.

[dreamsallotted]

It certainly wasn't from another first gen, Seel had been told all first generation hara were deeply uncreative and hug up by their former human trappings. After experiencing this, Seel was inclined to agree with them. What other wonders would their harlings and their harlings discover that they themselves had never even dreamed of, trapped in their own limitations?

Seel thrust into Cal, thoroughly enjoying the feeling him enveloping around him, nails breaking skin and teeth sinking in. He cried out, a wonderfully heady mixture of pleasure and pain, everything bleeding together. He continued to play with Cal, coaxing his ouana-lim to life even as he thrust into him, not letting it retract. He moved faster within him, his thrusts needy.

[pyralisit]

There were absolutely no words to describe the feelings Seel was coaxing out of him. He'd never felt anything like it before, and he couldn't even think well enough to even try to remember this later. Seel was going to be another addiction, wasn't he? Fuck. Could he really afford that now? He'd never get anything done.

He lost all of his breath again, getting barely enough in short gasps at each thrust. Seel had the upper hand with him now, and all Cal could do was hold on, give him a bit of pain back for his efforts.

"Bitch," he eventually managed to gasp out directly into Seel's ear but he was seeing stars and he grabbed Seel's head and forced the har to look at him so he could press his lips against Seel's and thrust his tongue into Seel's mouth. He could still put up a fight.

[dreamsallotted]

Seel was happy to be an addiction. Here in Hadriel one needed such things to actually pass the time. They could all have one big orgy., if Pell could ever forgive him. Could be worse things to do.

He smirked at Cal as he grabbed his head and forced his tongue into his mouth. He groaned. He missed this. He missed the tearing and the violence, how Cal could overwhelm every bit of you and come out looking like a million pieces. Payback was a bitch wasn't it? He happily succumbed to him, even as his hands moved over petals and his hips moved, slamming into him. One thing about rooning Cal, he didn't have to worry about hurting him. If anything, he'd like it. Seel gave into himself, thrusting into Cal with enough force to yank him further up the bed.

You can overwhelm me later. He had in fact been looking forward to Cal as soume. Please, Ag, let this not be a one time thing.

[pyralisit]

Somehar had to keep Seel happy. Cal was more than happy to oblige if it was going to be this wonderful. He could abrely think straight and he probably wouldn't be walking straight tomorrow, either. That was always a success.

He had to pull away for a moment to moan again, loudly as Seel thrust harder and harder inside him. He felt wild and wonderful again. Uigenna. It was glorious. He slammed his lips into Seel's again and he pulled his nails down Seel's arms this time since he'd already started tearing up his back.

Fuck you. That as uncalled for, really, but he couldn't keep it to himself, either.

[dreamsallotted]

Not walking straight was always a rousing success as far as Seel was concerned. So was sticking to the sheets because you were so torn up and bloody. Seel roared as Cal's fingernails tore over his arms, opening up the skin in fresh rivlets of blood. How long had it been since he felt this? Too long too feel truly alive. He'd left them, but this, this was something that he could never truly leave. Lock away, and hide, sure. Run away and pretend he was Gelaming. But it was always there, under the surface.

Yes, please. Seel wanted to grip Cal with his nails and feel his skin break underneath but his hands were otherwise occupied. Instead, he bit down on Cal's tongue, pulled at his lip, pain meshing into wonderful pleasure.

[pyralisit]

Cal barely registered the pain at first--it was just another hot white sensation that he was trying not to drown in--and then he tasted blood and that only drove him even madder. He clawed at Seel's back again, opening new wounds and feeling Seel's blood coating his fingertips, warm and wet. He could smell it, too, like rust hanging in the hair around around them from the dead and rotting machines that humanity forgot.

His only response to Seel this time was something akin to a mental growl and he rolled them both over, pinning Seel underneath him, heedless of blood on the sheets, and pressed down against him, driving Seel deeper inside him. Seel knew how to tease, but Cal could still get what he wanted.

[dreamsallotted]

One day maybe they'd have a nice, polite roon, but not today. With any luck it wouldn't take one of them being hurt or crazy for it to happen. Seel growled as Cal clawed at his back again, arching into the pain. He continued thrusting into Cal, slamming into him with enough force to make him scream out until Cal flipped them. Seel was on his back, blood and skin sticky against sheets.

He didn't think it was remotely possible for him to be more aroused but there he was, his ouana-lim growing harder as Cal pinned him down and rode him. Ag, Cal was riding him, pushing him in deeper. He let out a strangled grasp, his hands more free now and let one rake the skin on his chest, letting out a strangled growl in response.

[pyralisit]

It stung but he was beyond caring. He couldn't even feel the blood anymore. He was going to pay for that later. There wouldn't be any hiding it. They were tearing each other apart half in rage and half because they couldn't help it. They had always been beasts since that first moment in the cellar. They may have learned to be gentle with the hara they actually loved, but underneath it all they were still animals.

He rocked hard against Seel again, moving around him and probably making things that much more painful for himself later. He was enjoying it now, firm and insistent, needy, even. He wanted to grab Seel's wrists but wanted his hands free even more so instead leaned down to bite at his neck again.

[dreamsallotted]

Maybe next time they should get some rope, take turns having their way with each other, tearing each other apart. He tilted his neck, giving Cal full access to the skin. He hadn't had this in over thirty years, how could he have gone without this for thirty years? Any sane har watching them like this would have probably backed away in terror. Uigenna. Leave them to themselves and hope they don't involve you. Yes, they were made animals. Monsters hiding in pretty skin, pretending. Seel pretended well.

He snarled and bucked his hips up, half wanting Cal to restrain him, the other half wanting his hands free to tear and tease, as if there was a difference between pleasure and ripping somehar apart. Both his hands went back to Cal's ouana-lim, even as he thrust into him, teasing and groping and holding, making sure he was aroused so it couldn't retreat. Drive him crazy. He hoped it hurt, being both at once, his ouana lim wanting to retreat as Cal bore down onto him.

[pyralisit]

It did hurt, with an unfamiliar ache that not only was Seel not doing anything to assuage, but was making it worse on purpose. Seel's hands were driving him crazy and the worst part was that Seel knew it. He couldn't keep a soft whine from escaping his throat, but at first he didn't even realize it was coming from him.

So he hurt Seel back, biting hard and slamming against him which was probably only doing more damage to himself than Seel. But he was getting more and more desperate, looking for relief that he knew wasn't coming. Not for a long time.

[dreamsallotted]

He knew Cal, he knew. It hurt but it was wonderful, to be so aroused and so complete and yet so conflicted. Just imagine how much better it was with more than two hara. He bucked, trying to thrust into Cal despite his weight on him, even as the other har sought to bury himself in further, slamming his weight down.

Seel got a cocky smile on his face he heard an unfamiliar sound coming from Cal's lips. Was that a whine? Despite his own arousal and the blood dripping from him, he managed a thought. Do you really want it to end that quickly?

He could of course bring it to an end, let his control go and bite Cal's inner sikra, bringing the cascade. Or they could hover here, locked together in bloody pleasure.

[pyralisit]

He, exactly, Seel was still coherent--or still seemed coherent--through this, was a trick Cal would have to remember to ask him about. He couldn't even string two thoughts together well enough to respond beyond another wordless pulse of chaotic thoughts. He wanted it to be over but he didn't want it to end. He was lost in the sheer bliss of the moment and aching for the promise of a release that he might wait forever for.

The blood from the scratches on his chest was dripping down onto Seel's and it seemed almost ominous. He shook that thought off and went back to work marking Seel's neck with his teeth, rocking his hips against Seel's, trying to at least make some sort of move toward an end. However long that took, apparently, was up to Seel.

[dreamsallotted]

It was called caste progression, Cal, and thirty years of experience. And two Grissecons. And pearlbirth. And if he could do all that, he could damn well keep his thoughts together. Although admittedly, ask him his opinion at the moment and he really didn't care. Seel brought his hands up and traced over the gouge marks, watching as he thrust his hips up into Cal as their blood mingled together. Wouldn't be the first time.

Seel lay back, tilting his head to give Cal full access to his neck. It had been so long since he felt like this. It was almost a shame for it to end. He was still in one piece. Mostly. Except for the massive gouge marks on his back and arm. He moved, the wounds rubbing against the sheets and making him hiss, even as it increased his arousal. Just a little more....He closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feeling of being inside Cal, the warmth and heat and wetness mingled with the coarse pain from his wounds.

[pyralisit]

Talk to him later about time, Seel. And how it was entirely his own fault that he didn't have the age, the experience, or the memory that Seel did. How he was still crazy, how he was still young. How he hadn't learned any better. Because some force or some god decided it without so much as asking. Because his second chance was only after he'd lost the first one.

Since Seel was being so obliging, he switched from his teeth to his lips, kissing up Seel's neck and his jaw until he found Seel's lips again and he shared breath with him, hard and fast and greedy. At least that matched the movements of his body, bringing them both closer to a finish he could finally start to see.

[dreamsallotted]

He was so close, he wanted to hold on to it, to prolong the pleasure. He hadn't had a roon, any roon, good or bad, in so long. Two months. It'd been two months. The searing pain of his wounds and the stinging of his blood mixed with the feel of Cal's soft lips and sweet breath. He sucked it in, sharing. A few seconds later, he let himself go, body arching as much as it could with Cal above him, toes curling and muscles clenching, wounds tearing open further. The inner tendril of his ouana-lim snaked out, licking at Cal.

The pleasure was intense. Was it because it had been so long or because it was Cal? Or because he was positively ripped up? His hands curled around Cal, fingers tinging around the curve of his ass and upper thighs. Seel heard a noise, was that his voice? Screaming as he unleashed.

[pyralisit]

And there it was--the perfect bliss that could only come after pain. It was glorious--and Cal wasn't quiet about it either, both of their screams joining together like their bodies had. His whole body shook as the energy seemed to leave him all at once and he was utterly spent. Somehow he managed not to collapse on top of Seel, at least, but he didn't move for a few moments, Seel still inside him while he tried to get some of his air back, taking deep breaths.

After several long moments, he rolled off of Seel and lay on the bed next to him, still breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. What the fuck did he just do? He couldn't feel much of anything but e knew that would change quickly. Seel had shed more blood, though.

[dreamsallotted]

Seel cried out again as Cal climaxed, feeling his soume-lam tighten around him, and almost laughed as he felt aren spill on them from Cal's doubly stimulated lim. It had been, what? Over fourty five years since he'd been covered in his spent? Still seemed fitting after all these years. Seel almost had to remind his aruna wracked brain that he didn't like Cal. Had a funny way of showing it didn't he?

He took a few more minutes remembering how to breathe when the other har slipped off him. Aruna with Cal was always so intense. No wonder he left a trail of lovers where ever he went. He couldn't feel any pain at the moment but, he was sure that would change. They'd both start to feel it. Instead, he turned his head to look at the har, and smiled.

[pyralisit]

And there he lay with that damn grin on his face. Looking as smug and self-satisfied as ever. While Seel was the one doing it, though, Cal could pretend that he wouldn't have looked the same way had their positions been reversed. Even so, it annoyed him just a little--or maybe it was that he was starting to feel the pain creep its way in. A price he knew he had to pay for the fun they'd had earlier.

"What?"

[dreamsallotted]

"I was just thinking how long it's been since I ended up covered in your stuff." Seel dipped his fingers in it and held it up to Cal.

"Looks a little different now doesn't it?"

He was starting to hurt too. Actually, no, he was starting to hurt a lot. How had it felt so good when it was happening? He breathed deep and just looked at Cal. Fuck he was gorgeous.

"So, that was fun right? Who knew?"

[pyralisit]

Cal shrugged and rolled over, throwing an arm over Seel's chest, heedless of blood and wincing as it pulled at the scratches on his chest. Oh well. He'd asked for it. He was not going to be doing much walking tomorrow.

Who cared what it looked like, really? It wasn't as if this was a Grissecon.

"You did. You're either more creative or more adventurous than I thought."

[dreamsallotted]

Seel's sheets were totally ruined. He skin was sticking to them and he winced as Cal put an arm on his chest. They would both not be doing too much tomorrow. Or wearing long sleeved shirts if they went out, unless they wanted to field questions as to why they looked like they'd been mauled by rabid dogs.

"Not me. A second generation har I once knew showed me. Apparently us first gen are much too stuck in our ways to ever think up something like this." He was probably right too.

[pyralisit]

"Remember to thank him for me. And then curse his father and all of the ancestors that led to his birth." That sounded appropriate for what he'd been through, what it felt like. Maybe it proved Seel right, but he wasn't entirely certain he ever wanted to try that again, as enjoyable as it had been. It was too strange.

[dreamsallotted]

Seel laughed, despite the pain he was in and the pain that it caused by laughing. "I think I agree with that. It's an experience, but I think I'd rather only have it once."

Strange was an apt description. Sure, it pushed their bodies to a new limit, but how in tune could it be, if their body didn't want to be both at once. Maybe he was being very First Generation. At least he was in good company with Cal.

"Next time we'll do it the regular way. Is there going to be a next time?"

[pyralisit]

"I don't see why there wouldn't be." They'd both been horrible to each other, but with such a great start to their relationship how could they be anything but? Seel had given him the secrets of the future that he hadn't even known he didn't want to know. He'd stabbed and twisted and prodded at old wounds. Cal had opened up new ones in retaliation. Not quite so heavy or impressive, but the blood was good enough.

"Pell might take some convincing, but we hav you going mad, now can we?"

[dreamsallotted]

"Thanks, I appreciate that. " But Seel paused, really thinking about it. Or as much as he could with his sheets stuck to his bloody back. "I should have started feeling it already. Two months is a long time. I've never gone more than a few days. Why didn't I?" Maybe he'd just had more willpower than he'd thought?

He moved, trying to peel the sheets off his back, and failing. That's it. The sheets were going to have to stay there, crusted to him. Just let him die here.

wow what even happened to my typing I apologize

[pyralisit]

"Something about Hope, I imagine. Pell was here alone for 6 months before Flick showed up. Then it was another two before I did." He'd never had to know what it was like not to have other hara, but apparently someone didn't want their batteries dead.

"If you don't get those off now it'll only hurt more later."

Re: wow what even happened to my typing I apologize

[dreamsallotted]

"Great. I'm not sure if that's good to know or really disheartening."

But it also meant that if any 2 of them got sent back, the lone har wouldn't go crazy and die. That was generally a good thing, if not completely unnatural. Seel winced, knowing that Cal was right, and started picking the sheets off his wounds.

"It hurts now too."

[pyralisit]

"Both, probably. At least if we die it won't be long and painful process." Or whatever. They'd probably kill someone else first when they went mad. If nothing else, that shadow wasn't looming over them like so many others were.

"I didn't exactly hear you shouting at me to stop."

[dreamsallotted]

"No, you didn't." Seel made a face and sighed, reaching behind to start to pick the sheet out of his wounds.

"We really need to shower too. Not that I don't love you all covered in sweat and blood but it's only polite." And you'd be crusty too soon, Cal.

[pyralisit]

"Probably." He didn't want to move, though. If he did he would start to feel it and it would be unpleasant. So he solved that problem by not moving at first and sighing instead.

"You get up first."

[dreamsallotted]

"Sure, make the har stuck to the sheets move first" Seel succeeded in disengaging himself from the sheet moments later however, with little bits of sheet still left in the wound. The shower would have to take care of that.

"Come on, don't be a baby." Seel swung himself up to a sitting position, wincing horribly, and then offered Cal a hand.

[pyralisit]

"I feel like being lazy." He always felt like being lazy, so that shouldn't have been all that surprising. Once Seel was up, though, he didn't really have an excuse and he rolled over, took Seel's hand and sat up, wincing himself.

"I don't think I've ever hurt so much in my life."

[dreamsallotted]

Now that the endorphins they were feeling during aruna was wearing off, Seel agreed with him. He was feeling it too.

"Yeah. It was fun at the moment though. Come on, let's shower and get it cleaned up, I can give you some healing after.

[pyralisit]

"I'd owe you a drink for that. Or several." Quite a few, probably, judging from how he felt, never mind that he'd done most of it to himself. He'd probably do it again, too, once he forgot how much it hurt. Memory was funny that way.

[dreamsallotted]

"Oh probably. But I can't send you back to Pell looking like that."

They'd definitely do it again, once it stopped hurting and they got lost in the moment. Seel offered Cal a hand, intending to lead him to the showers. And send him back to Pell, hopefully cleaner and a little more put together than he was now.

[pyralisit]

"I'm sure you can, you're just polite." Politer than Cal, anyway. He would have been quite happy to send Seel off showing every scratch on him. That was probably why he wasn't in charge of anything. Yet.

He accepted the offered hand and stood, not without wincing once more, and followed. They should at least wash the blood off.