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[ That passion has been bubbling away inside of him ever since the kiss on the motorcycle. Since far before that, in the kisses they've shared in the privacy of each other's rooms. It's been at a slow simmer for a while, at any rate, and now that Joshua is free to act upon it, now that they really do seem to be doing this, he will do so without hesitation.

The fingers tugging at his hair make his lips part in a soft but sharp inhale. But the tug also makes him groan softly, because oh, that feels good in a way that he can't quite explain. One of his hands moves to cup Dion's face, but the other touches against his chest, sliding up and across while Dion's moves down and to the side. ]

Founder, you are irresistible.

[ It's breathed out against Dion's lips in a quick break for air, but very little time is given to reply to it before Joshua dives right back in, fingers roaming to trace scars. ]

[Dion, of course, is not inexperienced by any means. In the grand scheme of things, he is very familiar with touches like this. But the newness that Joshua brings, the adrenaline that still flitters through his system, and the emotion shared between them all prove to be a potent cocktail.

All that is to say, Joshua better watch out. As they return to their kiss, Dion's face freshly flushed from the rush of emotion that those words invoke, he finds he can't handle any lingering distance between them. Joshua's hand is liable to get trapped between them if he doesn't move, given the way Dion pulls both himself forward and his partner downward.

He does, however, break the kiss for a brief moment, voice crooning in the slight space between them.]

Joshua. My beloved.

[Sorry, he can't help himself.]

[ Luckily, Joshua is able to read Dion's movements quickly enough that he can pull his hand away before it gets pinned. But the movement causes a soft gasp nonetheless, timing perfectly well with the break in the kiss, and Joshua finds himself bare chest to bare chest for just a moment. A shiver crawls its way up his spine, making his wings extend just the slightest bit. ]

Dion...

[ He breathes out the name, reverent, adoring. There's a spell being cast somewhere between them, he thinks, and he is quite thoroughly stuck in it, enraptured and enveloped. His exhaling breath shudders against Dion's lips, and then he's descending upon them once more, not hesitating in sliding his tongue right in, seeking out Dion's for a dance.

But his hands are the true mischief. Because while the rest of him is preoccupied with kissing his partner, his hands are already descending to the waistband of Dion's pants. He isn't certain how easy they would be to remove, especially like this, but his fingers dip beneath the waistband nonetheless. Just to touch the softer skin there.

For now. ]

[That little flare of the wings gives Dion an idea. As his lips part to grant Joshua the entrance he seeks, Dion's hands slip backward. He reaches the base of those wings, massaging at the skin there. He isn't sure if it evokes any sort of arousal, but he can't imagine it feels bad, either. And maybe he just wants to play with the very tips of the feathers some too. Sue him.

Unfortunately for him, his focus begins to waver as he feels Joshua's hands slide lower. The pants he wears are, thankfully, not particularly complicated. He's found a smart pair of black jeans that frame him well enough, and while the denim was unpleasant to adjust to, they're at least simple enough to undo. Thankfully, he did not opt for a belt, so it will at least be somewhat simple for that hand to slip inward and -

Greagor, even just the barest of touch shorts out his mind. As his hips jerk upward in response, he breaks from the kiss to let out a choked noise. He isn't gone for long, at least, swiftly diving back in with the same amount of greed as before. His tongue clashes with Joshua's, eagerly meeting him yet again.

[ Thank the Founder that Dion's pants are simple to break into. With how complicated some of the clothing here has been - or seemed to be, at any rate - he'd been worried, but Dion's clothes have been fairly no-fuss. Joshua couldn't ask for better. He's able to slip his fingers in nice and easy, brushing against soft, warm skin and skirting along the faintest hint of hair, but no further. Not just yet.

Though, Dion's own touches are unexpected. Joshua exhales a heady groan against his partner's mouth, the wings flexing out further on reflex alone, allowing the prince's fingers more access. He, of course, has never touched the base of his wings, and neither has anyone else. It isn't overwhelming in any capacity, but it does send little sparks straight down his spine with each brush of fingers, zipping straight to the heat building within him.

The touch is rewarded by even more eager kisses, matching the greed in Dion's with his own as their tongues slide together almost in desperation. He blindly works at Dion's pants to open them further, spurred on boldly by his slowly-building arousal and aiming to palm the dragoon through his smallclothes. Just a little bit of pressure, a little bit of friction. ]

[Even just the teasing touch is enough to at least have Dion semi-hard. Hell, kiss itself probably would have gotten him there. It's far beyond what they had even teased a few nights ago, and only gets worse (or perhaps better) with every inch that Joshua takes.

Not that Dion lets it distract him, at least not too much. He can feel the way Joshua reacts, taste the groan on his own lips. He takes it as encouragement to well and truly knead those fingers in using one hand, feeling the way human stretches upward into the more draconic. The other treads upward, lightly caressing over ruffled feathers in an an attempt to smooth them downward.

Of course, his efforts to falter slightly as that exploratory touch becomes more deliberate. Dion's groan is deep, and gravelly enough to border on a growl. His hips flex upward once more, aching for more than Joshua seems keen to give.

He breaks from the kiss, trailing kisses along Joshua's jaw even as he speaks in that breathless, desperate tone.]

Do not... tease me, my love.

[It would seem Joshua's doing far more than break down the boundaries between the two of them. The walls of Dion's heart feel helpless in the wake of those ministrations.]

[ The feel of Dion being even semi-hard beneath his fingers makes his breath hitch and leaves a sympathetic ache between his own legs. Even without such a direct touch from Dion, Joshua is well on his way himself, and while his pants aren't uncomfortable yet, he knows they will be sooner or later.

Not that he has much more of a chance to think about it. Dion's hand stroking and massaging where his wing meets his back is enough to send his mind reeling, and after a moment he needs to break the kiss himself just to breathe. A good thing that Dion is the one to break it, though the way that he kisses along the soft skin of his jaw and speaks in such a tone is enough to make Joshua grit his teeth and lift away his hand. ]

My apologies.

[ But his voice is oddly husky with the lust all but dripping from it. Dion doesn't want him to tease, so he shall get right to it, then. But first, he has to free himself. His hand moves down to his pants, grunting with frustration as he fumbles the button on the first attempt. But it doesn't take much, and soon he's pulling himself free, then moving to do the same for Dion. He has an idea, and if he can manage it, neither of them will have to pause to remove more clothing.

Probably, anyway. ]

[A deep well of satisfaction blooms within Dion's chest. He almost feels smug, knowing that he's elicited a similar level of pleasure from Joshua. He'd gladly administer more, if given the chance, but he can tell Joshua is enjoying the control. And it isn't as if Dion would ever complain about that.

As it is, Dion opens his mouth to apologize, but instead finds himself making a strangled noise as he watches Joshua handle himself. He has half of a mind to reach out and take over, but the purpose with which Joshua moves tells him that there's a plan in play. And he's far more curious as to whatever the calculating mind of Joshua Rosfield has determined to be the best.

So for the meanwhile, he occupies himself with laying kisses down the span of Joshua's neck. He pauses once he feels that pulse beneath his lips, then dares to leave a mark in that spot. He knows that he's treading on dangerous ground. Should Clive spot it, they might both be in trouble.

That doesn't stop him from following through, though.

[ The reveal of his most intimate parts is probably a little more without fanfare than it should have been for the first time, Joshua realizes belatedly. But it's far too late for that, with his arousal in hand, and so he opts for the next best thing: getting on with it.

But it's as he's trying to also free Dion from the confines of his pants that Dion attacks his throat firmly enough to leave a mark, and his touch falters for a moment, breath catching in his throat. Dion will have the pleasure of feeling his skin prickle into goosebumps in real time, and pale as he is, it won't take much to get that mark going. He, too, has the idle thought of the mark being in fairly open waters, but if it gets him in trouble... so be it. He isn't about to care. Let the mark be seen - he will wear it proudly.

But it's only a moment before he regains himself and remembers the task at hand. With a shuddering breath, his fingers dive back down beneath Dion's pants, but this time they go beneath his smallclothes as well. The touch is firm but full of intent, his fingers wrapping around Dion's length in a gentle and doting slide. ]

You can do that again.

[ Frankly, his throat could be littered with marks and he wouldn't care at this point. His free hand moves to work at Dion's pants, getting them open enough that he can free his partner from their oppressive confines. ]

Is this all right...?

[Dion would gladly do so, if given the opportunity. Joshua already wears a mark of Dion's favor, but it couldn't hurt to leave more. A true necklace was a dangerous thing in combat, considering the way it might bounce to and fro. But one made solely of pulsing suckles and the occasional bite? The only thing it might harm would be their discretion.

However, there is one slight problem to Dion's plan. Joshua's touch seems to have zapped every inch of Dion's being with a fresh bolt of levin. Instead of continuing his ministrations, Dion tucks his head against Joshua's neck, barely biting back a noise that might have come close to a whimper. In his mind, it only now seems to become apparent that it's been a terribly long time since he's been touched like this. He had never been desperate enough to put two and two together until this moment.

And desperate he now is. His hips buck into Joshua's hand before Dion can stop himself. He knows Joshua has asked a question, just as he also knows that he's hardly in a position to simply nod and be noticed. Nevertheless, he has to briefly bob his head frantically, his mouth still parted around a noise that he refuses to let out.

He loses track of the heartbeats that pass before he can respond. It wouldn't be a good metric anyway, considering how it frantically slams against his ribs.]

Y-yes. More than. [He clears his throat, briefly flustered by the fact that he has been so thoroughly unraveled. He tries to resume his effort, moving to the front of Joshua's throat and pressing his teeth just so against the tender skin. His efforts seem distracted though. Who could blame him!]

Your hands, my Phoenix. They - [He lets out a breath, one close to an exasperated laugh.] They are divine.

[ Oh, Founder. The desperate way that Dion responds to his touch is... exhilarating, and it also makes his heart ache something fierce. How long has it been, for Dion? Everything that happened back at home feels as though it happened so quickly, but Dion has been here for a month now, and Joshua frankly has no idea how long it had been since Dion had last seen his beloved prior to coming here. It had not been his business to pry.

But the desperation in Dion's actions and sounds just makes Joshua all the more eager to shower him with affection. He deserves it just as much as any of them do, if not more. The way that Dion can't even respond to his question immediately makes him smile, makes him want to pull back and press the man into the mattress and kiss him until they're both breathless, but Dion seems to be intent on grazing his neck, and he is loath to stop him.

So, instead, he huffs out a warm laugh, arching his neck for Dion just a little bit. My Phoenix. Flames take him, he's never felt so struck by levin as he does right now, hearing those words from Dion's lips. ]

If my hands are divine, then your lips are the very firmament.

[ And if Dion is so enamored by his hands, he will give them to him. He shifts his weight, just a little, enough to pull himself forward on Dion's lap to the point that they can rut up against each other. The feeling of even just that light amount of pressure makes Joshua groan, but he can't proceed just yet. He had gone into this admittedly a little impulsively, and proper preparations had not been made, so he is highly aware that there is no oil within reach. And yet, he is hesitant to get up to find any.

Pardon him for being a little... uncouth. Saliva has ever been a quick and easy method of lubricating for times when he's needed to relieve a little pressure and had a short time to do so. Turning his head just enough, he spits into his palm, then shifts down to take both of them together in his hand, sliding his slicked hand along the heated flesh to ease its passage momentarily.

And then he moves with his free hand, finding Dion's, and bringing it between them to rest on the back of the hand currently encircling both of their arousals. ]

Move with me, my Bahamut.

[ An echo from the motorcycle ride earlier, with a heartfelt additional touch.]

[Dion suspects that Joshua could have been a poet in another life. Briefly he entertains that reality, one in which he's bare against the sheets, reclined in the summer sun through a window as Joshua recites syrupy words. It would end much in the way this is going, hands against sacred places, kisses against delicate skin. Joshua would wear a necklace of bruises, just like the one Dion fashions now. The purple would suit him well.

In this, reality, though, he is commanded into motion. He argues not. There is precious little that Joshua could ever ask for that Dion would not give. And this, this is far too easy to comply with. He ruts his hips forward, feeling his length shift both against palm and arousal alike. The movement staggers at the end, disrupted by the fierce and bodily shudder that works through Dion.

This time, he doesn't hesitate to groan. His head shifts, preferring instead now to press their foreheads together. They are sharing so very much of themselves with one another, so why not their shaking breaths as well.]

Greagor, [His voice is low, already ragged with desire.] I -

[Whatever he plans to say is lost just as quickly as he thinks to speak it.]

[ In another life, perhaps that could have been the case. Perhaps, had his mother never betrayed Rosaria, he and Dion may have grown up as friends. They might have visited each other, spent afternoons just like this. Fallen for each other far sooner than they did. Joshua has thought about it many times, but their reality is what they must live with, and the fact that Dion is here pressed against him is enough for him.

Dion ruts his hips, and the resulting friction makes Joshua groan, his free hand shifting up to slide his fingers into the hair at the back of his partner's head. Their foreheads pressing together is a pleasant continuation of that, and he lets his eyes slip closed, focusing on trying to breathe for just a second.

And then his hand slides along the end of the rutting motion, bringing Dion's with it, and oh, it feels like heaven. ]

Founder, Dion. [ He breathes out the words, the hint of a whine on the edge of his words. ] Like that, just like that.

[ By the Flames, the anticipation and excitement of it all might get him harder than any of the physical stimulation. ]

[Their reality isn't without its perks. They have suffered, died for this intimate moment, but it had all been worth it. Peace, and the chance to live his life as he wished. With who he wished. They might have been secretive in their efforts, but it was only ever for their own sake. No one here would look twice if they shared a kiss in the center of town.

If the world had any way of knowing what they were up to, they wouldn't have cared. At least not as long as they kept it down.

Not that Dion is doing that at all. As they slide against one another, he doesn't shy away from vocalizing his pleasure. It's a groan low in his throat, one that might even taper into a growl. The praise does little to quell that animalistic calling in his mind.

Greed pumps through him, and he doesn't hesitate to plunge forward once more, stealing Joshua's mouth in an almost desperate kiss. As if he might pry further praise from his lips just like this.]

[ Unfortunately, further praise is impossible with one's tongue so thoroughly preoccupied. But Joshua won't complain, much as he is sure that Dion also won't complain. The desperation of that kiss is mirrored nigh instantaneously, soft noises spilling into Dion's mouth as his free hand scrapes blunted nails across exposed skin. Between them, the hand combined with the prince's tightens just slightly, so that on the next stroke there will be a slight bit more pressure than before.

But it's getting difficult for Joshua to control himself. His hips, too, rut up into the touch, a shaky and jagged movement that isn't at all elegant, but it gets the job done. This time, the sound he looses against Dion's lips is a heady moan, and between them, he throbs just so beneath their combined touch.

But after a moment, he finds that he has to pull back quicker than he'd desired simply to breathe. When he does break the kiss finally, it's with a soft whine, and he remains in proximity with their foreheads pressed together, the tips of their noses bumping with each motion of hips and hands. ]

Founder, I--

[ --can't find the words to finish his sentence, ragged-sounding as it is, because they're caught up in a hitched breath. Perhaps the anticipation and the tension in the air has been building on him since their departure from the motorcycle, because there is a very familiar tension building inside of him now, threatening to spiral out of control. He isn't certain how long he'll be able to last. But, frankly, chasing down completion with Dion is such an enticing promise that he doesn't want to prolong it. If he can push Dion to that edge, he will happily fall over it alongside him. ]

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