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The two of them had been at it for long enough to have gone through most of the weapons they had laid out in the back of the house, only to eventually resort to the classic method of hand to hand combat. No blades, no magic, just two men going all out punching each other, launching themselves head first at one another, kicking, thrashing, throwing each other onto the cold ground while cackling, groaning and riling each other up.
Zenos found himself overwhelmed in this duel once more, the Viera towering over him in the snow. Oddly enough the Garlean had gotten used to it. Most of the times he would lose, being proven that he still hadn't seen everything that Ilyndor could do. No matter, studying the man, his moves, his thought process, it was one of his favourite subjects.
The two had been lying there in the snow for a good while by then. Perhaps due to the adrenaline, the blood loss or the animalistic desires and instincts awakening within them, the men’s gazes couldn't be any more fixated onto each other. Were they still catching their breath, or were they panting in expectation for either of them to make a move?
“May I…suggest a distraction?”, Ilyndor asked, his words interrupted by heavy breathing still.
“As long as you make it interesting”
“Hm, my interesting might differ from yours”
An airy chuckle from the Viera, an eager smirk from the Garlean, the hero could wait no longer. Grabbing him by the raised collar of his coat, Ilyndor pulled the man up into a mostly sloppy looking kiss. Zenos had mentioned previously that he never took much interest in such displays, his father sending him to brothels as a sort of rite of passage, only for him to escape from the few guards Varis had sent along with him and avoid the palace for a day or two. Still, several times by now, the Garlean had to admit that his body and mind seemed to be taken by some particularly strong feelings and emotions that had made him wish to experiment. Kissing was still somewhat foreign to him. Imagine, being able to cut and slay any foe with one strike of the blade, only to be defeated by something as banal as this.
“Yield, and let me take over”, the Viera whispered, his lips still brushing against the man's. Zenos could feel his heart beating faster in anticipation, and despite not enjoying being told what to do, he followed Ilyndor's words still. The other man could notice the Garlean's face soften, specifically his eyes no longer creased into a sort of squint, as well as his lips now being slightly parted, waiting. His hands were gradually inching closer until they would finally rest on Ily’s lower back. It felt endearing in a way, seeing the man attempt to be tender, not knowing what to do with his limbs in the least.
Maybe the Viera had been too aggressive, being used to experienced partners. He let go of the man's coat, putting his hands onto the Garlean's shoulders and gently pushing him back down, gesture to which Zenos did not protest, the man now lying down in the snow.
“I hope I don't have to remind you to actually close your eyes this time too”, Ilyndor chuckled, leaning his face closer to the Garlean's.
“Such a peculiar habit, why would one not wish to look their prey in the eye when- Mmmh”
Well it seemed like the ‘habit’ had luckily rubbed off on the man at last, as Zenos was now enjoying a full kiss, eyes closed and hands strongly gripping onto the back of the Viera’s coat. Compared to all of those awkward attempts before, where Zenos would be as stiff as a board (and not in the right places), this time his lips actually gave way to Ilyndor’s. The Garlean wished he could explain why having the man's soft lips pressed against his felt so pleasurable, or why their tongues slowly brushing and coiling against each other would have a particular burning rush grow more and more within the man's chest. And yet, he felt like he wasn't receiving enough. He could tell that Ilyndor was being gentle, allowing him room to breathe in between. But Zenos would bet that the Viera could do so much more, and he was willing to experience that side more than anything.
Despite not having a proper plan of action, the man would do what his instincts had been telling him all along. He was sick of this prolonged gentle display of affection, even more so when it was done simply to accommodate him. While one of his hands remained down the Viera's lower back, the other one climbed higher, eventually digging into the man's hair, pushing his head down. Forced into a deeper kiss, Ilyndor could only groan in protest, not because he didn't enjoy it, but because he didn't have the chance to gradually get into it. But greedy as Zenos was, the kiss ended up being a battle of clashing teeth, their tongues somehow managing to remain unscathed. The Garlean would deny the other man any chance at gasping for air, as whenever he seemed to pull back, he only pushed back into him harder.
As if Zenos wasn't overwhelming and tiring the Viera out already, he decided that their position still wasn't giving him the higher advantage. Ilyndor was attempting to use his hands and push himself off the man, trying to also break away from the chaotic kiss, if it could even be called that, only to find himself pushed against and rolled over by the Garlean's body strength. Zenos was now on top of him, his hands tightly gripping the man's wrists and pinning them into the ground. However, his little scheme proved to still somewhat work in Ilyndor's favor. Through the commotion, the Viera managed to bite the man's lip, whether it was on accident or not, just enough for it to bleed, a sting and the taste of blood making Zenos draw back for just a moment. Both of them panting, their hot breaths hitting the cold winter air around them, the Garlean looked down at his opponent. Besides some nicks here and there which were meant to probably bruise in time, Ily did not seem all too affected. If anything, his gaze seemed hungry still, with a hint of curiosity as to what else was to come.
Not fair, Zenos thought. A bite was well deserved, they had to be equal after all, no? He gave the man no prior hint of wanting to quite literally launch himself into yet another messy kissing attempt, but somehow Ilyndor seemed ready for it. Despite the very obvious bite that the Garlean was trying to inflict, Zenos could still feel the Viera's tongue brushing against his lips, seemingly to tease and taste the blood that his opponent had just spilled.
Just one moment of hesitation and pause in the Garlean's grip was enough, Ilyndor could finally break his hands free and pushing his own body into the man's, he'd once again rolled himself over Zenos. But the Viera seemed to have changed his point of interest, Zenos feeling his hot shaky breath against his bare neck instead. He could sense the heat of the man's lips trailing downwards, starting from right under his ear, going lower down his jaw and then his neck. And then the man stopped for a moment. The Garlean held his breath in anticipation, not moving, hoping this was going to be what he'd imagined. He could feel Ilyndor's lips part against his skin, and his teeth beginning to graze his neck. No pressure yet, just the presence, the knowledge that it was going to happen any moment now, it made the Garlean's blood boil with anticipation. He felt like he was going to lose his patience anytime soon, but he had to endure it.
A moment later, the Viera could feel the man's arms slowly wrapping around him as Zenos would finally take a breath. And just at that moment, Ilyndor dug his teeth into the man's neck in the most vicious manner he could muster. An elated moan, an even more ecstatic grunt and erratic gasps and breathing, the Garlean seemed to be in heaven. Letting go for a second, Ilyndor only dug in even harder a second time, biting a much smaller area and feeling the skin pierce and break under his lips. Moans followed by Zenos repeating “Yes…Yes…Just…so” filled the air once more, as the man once again hooked one of his hands into Ilyndor's hair, less so for pushing his head in this time, but due to an instinctual need to grab onto something, anything. The Garlean could feel the man's tongue running across the wounds he'd just inflicted, a pleasurable chill running down his back, his moans turning into soft grunts here and there. In truth, he felt spent, not something he'd have wanted to admit, but the feeling of it all, the anticipation, it managed to overwhelm him.
Suddenly, he could feel a cold chill hitting his bare neck, lashing against the newly created wounds. Ilyndor had let go of him, now towering over the Garlean with an all too satisfied smirk on his face, traces of blood hanging onto his lips.
“Didn't expect your prey to have the strength for it huh?”, the Viera snickered.
“Such…bloodthirst. And coming from a rabbit, no less”, Zenos sighed, his eyes once again creasing into a smile.
“A rabbit. Hah!”, Ilyndor scoffed. “Have I been downgraded to a mere animal? No more hero, friend, enemy?”
“Simply one of your many roles. And yet another one that you play all too well…”
“Disappointed?”
“On the contrary. However…it was too short lived”
“Ah, but it was merely intended as…a prelude”
“Hm, what more could there be to this?”
“You say that…but your body would like to say otherwise”
The Viera's knee, which had been tactfully placed in between the man's legs so far, was now gently pressing against the Garlean's crotch. Tensing up with a soft grunt, Zenos gripped onto Ilyndor harder, his eyes carrying a hint of surprise.
“Not going to throw me off, eh?”, the Viera smirked, pressing his knee down harder at first, to then slide it up and down the man's crotch. “Are you perhaps…enjoying this? A lowly display…but you can't help it, can you?”
The Garlean couldn't deny it, his body responding to the stimulation on its own. He felt like he was meant to respond, like he had to roll his hips, grind against the Viera. It felt shameful in a way, not only were they outside doing this, but it was almost giving the impression of a humiliation ritual. The least Zenos could do was grit his teeth and not give Ilyndor the pleasure of hearing his moans, not for this. And yet, the man's eyes spoke for themselves, as the Garlean would sometimes close them or roll them back as his breathing got heavier.
“I can keep going. I can have you cum from this alone. Or…you can keep some of your dignity, and we go inside to…continue”
Ilyndor stopped, knee held still on the other man's erection, waiting for the Garlean's response. Zenos could only manage a hissed “Inside” in reply. The Viera would then move his leg off, raising himself off Zenos, now kneeling in front of him. With a rather helpless grunt, the Garlean sat up first, before eventually wobbling up onto his feet. Letting out a long sigh, the man headed straight inside the house, attempting to preserve even an ounce of dignity, but his hurried steps said otherwise. Ilyndor followed just as fast, finding the man now sitting on the leather bench within the guest room, seemingly trying his best to look contained.
“Grip that bench any harder and it'll break. Breathe”, the Viera spoke, sitting next to him, one hand resting onto the man's knee.
Zenos avoided his gaze for a few moments still. His eyes eventually darted towards the Viera only for a second, as he uttered a very stoic “Continue”. Ilyndor's hand reached for the Garlean's pants without much ceremony, unbuttoning them and then reaching inside his underwear. Taking the man's cock in his hand, he still felt hard. Zenos however, was back to feeling conflicted. It all felt so instinctual and beast-like, but just as pleasurable and filled with unfamiliar emotion. As soon as the Viera began stroking him, he could feel the pent up rushing sensation from before build up again, only faster and stronger. He could feel Ilyndor's grip perfectly envelop him, having started slow for a couple of strokes, to then quicken gradually, seeming to move the focus towards the tip. He couldn't fight the rising sensation in his lower body, nor the moans and whines that were now once again filling the air. He counted it all, he didn't mean to, but it happened still. Five strokes, and then it was over. He leaned back onto his elbows, his breathing all over the place, loud and interrupted by a whimper here and there.
Ilyndor had tried his best not to cause a mess throughout, at that moment busying himself with licking his palm and fingers clean. Soon enough he could hear the Garlean’s breathy chuckles take the place of the moans and whimpers from before.
“When you said it was an alternative…I believed you were joking”, Zenos said.
“Happy with just this? Huh, didn't expect you to be so easy to please”, Ilyndor smirked.
“I…”
“Just teasing. We'll get better next time”
“Next time?”
Something in the man's voice sounded disappointed, almost as if he was expecting for everything to continue one way or another. In truth, Ilyndor himself wasn't feeling entirely too satisfied and would've greatly enjoyed a continuation.
“If you'd like to continue…we can try something similar. But I'll need to be on top of you somewhat”
The Garlean looked his way only to once again avert his gaze. At some point he was going to stop feeling so ashamed of such pleasure, of having the sole object of his affection make such suggestions. But for now, all he could do was slightly shift his sitting position around, spreading his legs some more and waiting for the Viera. His eyes were originally fixated onto the opposite wall, but the man next to him seemed to be shifting about as well and…unbuttoning his own pants? But before he could say anything, Ilyndor was already straddling his lap. Zenos could feel something warm laying against his cock. Just what was this supposed to be-
“Eyes on me, big boy”, the Viera whispered, one hand holding the Garlean's chin, bringing his gaze upwards. Zenos could feel the man's other hand find its way around his lap, Ily’s fingers seemingly curling around-
“What is…What is this?”, Zenos asked.
“You've had your weird all over the place release. It's my turn to get some pleasure out of this…and bring some technique into it”, Ilyndor replied, his hand already beginning to stroke both of their cocks together, slowly. The Garlean's breathing was starting to get faster already, his eyes darting downwards, however he could not escape Ilyndor's grip on his lower jaw.
“Easy now…slow down”, the Viera whispered, inching his face closer to the other man's, resting his forehead against the Garlean's. A slight whimper escaped Zenos, the man closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and attempting to focus onto Ilyndor's.
“My…third eye…No matter, keep going”, Zenos responded between sighs. The Viera continued the slow strokes, up and down, while gently rolling his own hips back and forth, thrusting against the Garlean's cock within the grip. He could feel the other man's chest rise and fall rather erratically, seemingly not being able to stabilise his breathing still.
“Zenos…focus on me, alright? I'm…We're going slow. Try to follow the slow…rhythm for a bit”
The Garlean attempted a nod, closing his eyes and trying to focus on Ilyndor's movements instead, gritting his teeth to stop himself from making any more sounds. A couple of moments later, and after understanding that the other man’s rhythm was indeed constant and slow throughout, Zenos could feel his chest loosening up, his breathing no longer choking him up. His mind and body had jumped too high as soon as he'd felt the pleasurable sensation, and he wanted to take his time instead. Or attempt to at least.
Opening his eyes once more, he focused onto Ilyndor instead. He seemed…behaved, despite the act itself. His dark brown eyes were only open halfway through, his breathing stable, occasionally letting out a barely audible whimper or sigh. However, Zenos could feel the man's patience starting to waver, as his thrusts pressing against him harder here and there. It was obvious that the Viera was used to a different rhythm and only going slowly for him specifically.
“You can go faster…I can feel your impatience”, Zenos chuckled.
“If I do…can you promise me you'll keep up?”, Ilyndor asked, already quickening both the stroking movements as well as his thrusts, as if to give the Garlean a taste of what was to come. Taken by surprise, Zenos let out a moan, feeling a shudder down his spine, only to immediately grit his teeth again.
“Don't hold back, Zenos”, the Viera continued. “I enjoy…hearing you”
“I…”
“Hear…m-me, feel me… Enjoy your…s-self for fuck’s sake”, Ilyndor mumbled in between louder whimpers this time, his other hand letting go of the Garlean's jaw and instead propping it against the wall behind Zenos. His stroking continued for a little while, the movement becoming sloppier as the man was seemingly focusing more onto his own thrusting instead, eventually giving up on the stroking entirely, placing his other hand onto the wall as well. Ilyndor's thighs tightened around the Garlean's hips as the Viera was now fully thrusting his cock against the other man's, rolling his hips.
Zenos was trying his best not to overreact again, trying to accommodate his breathing around Ilyndor's, while also attempting to fully comprehend the feeling that was taking over him. Enjoy himself… If only he could instinctually know how. The Viera made it looks easy, natural even, his body being entirely focused on pleasure alone. Hah, wasn't that what Zenos had been talking about when it came to his desires regarding a fight to shatter the heavens? It was all so similar now… How amusing. How…oddly comforting. To know that someone like the Warrior of Light could lose himself in such a display all the same.
But the Garlean's issue was perhaps his own self restraint acting up at all times. If he felt like grabbing onto Ilyndor, his hands and arms would usually stay frozen instead, if he felt a moan or whimper building up, he'd grit his teeth and have his mind focus on something tangible. He'd slipped up already even earlier, letting himself fully feel what Ilyndor had been doing to him, but every time something in his subconscious would pull him back. Even now, instead of fully giving in to the pleasurable sensation building up throughout his body into yet another release, his mind was instead focusing on the fact that he just couldn't let himself go.
For Zenos it felt like an eternity, but in truth it had only been a few moments since Ilyndor had told him to enjoy himself. And the Viera had more plans for him.
“You're usually…very handsy during fights”, Ilyndor sighed, eventually taking his hands off the wall. With one hand now desperately gripping onto the man's shoulder, he hooked the other into the Garlean's hair, once again guiding his head upwards to meet Ilyndor's gaze. Yes, maybe this was what he needed in order to stop focusing on his own thoughts.
“Come on. Your hands. I want them. On me”, the Viera continued, once again touching his forehead to the Garlean's, making him drop his attempts at once again staying silent with a hiss and a chain of whimpers. Ilyndor could feel himself coming close to finishing, but he needed a…certain push.
Zenos did as he was told, first resting his hands onto the man's hips, then shakily trailing one of them higher, up Ilyndor's spine.
“Harder Zenos, hold me… Like you mean it”, Ily moaned, pulling onto the man's hair harder. “Stop restraining yourself”
The Viera’s thrusts against the other man's cock would then turn quicker, more erratic, also bringing Zenos to a point of overstimulation that he could no longer ignore, even with all those thoughts swirling about in his head. His hands were no longer merely resting onto Ilyndor's body, both of them digging into the man's skin, one on the Viera's lower back, and the other on the back of his head, the Garlean's arms squishing his body and closing in the distance between them. Now moaning and grunting into Ilyndor's neck, Zenos could feel that fire building up within his body once again. It would keep rising and rising, until he couldn't take it anymore. His whole body shuddering as he clung onto the Viera, his release made him more vocal than he'd imagined. Despite his face being buried into Ilyndor's shoulder, his muffled whimpers and moans still filled the room.
The Viera was almost being smothered by the man’s exasperated orgasm, his body crushed under the Garlean's embrace. Still, hearing him actually let loose and occasionally attempt to mumble a “Yes” or a “Please” in between sighs, it all gave Ilyndor a peculiar sense of pride. Within a couple more thrusts on his part, the Viera came, kissing the Garlean's hair a couple of times, moaning and whispering words of comfort as his body began to relax.
Hearing Ilyndor say “You did so good” in such a situation felt unusual to Zenos, embarrassing to some degree. Being comforted and congratulated for…sex? Peculiar. Strange behaviour. And yet, part of it seemed to reach Zenos nonetheless. The Garlean felt somewhat…happy. Happy that he'd contributed to someone else's pleasure. To Ilyndor's pleasure. Just like the Viera had contributed to his all these other times in the past.
“You alright in there?”, Ily chuckled, trying to regulate his breathing.
“Mmmmh”
“We’ll both need to clean up”
No other reply than a sigh.
“We can stay a little longer I guess”
There was no response at that time either, but Ilyndor could feel the man's grip onto his back soften, the Garlean's hands now offering an almost gentle hold instead. The Viera could only guess that Zenos would take a bit longer to come down from the high of such an orgasm. And that was alright. For someone usually so unfeeling, this day probably had more emotions, highs and lows than he'd ever been used to.
“Thank you…”, a whisper eventually came from the Garlean's lips.
Ilyndor let out a soft chuckle, kissing the man's hair once again in response. What an odd feeling… At least this time there was no blade pointed at anyone's throat…