[Ali finally gives him just what he wants. Needs, even. The warmth filling him is pure satisfaction. Ali at his back, being held onto and holding onto Concord in turn, is pure comfort. No matter how many centuries pass, he cannot get enough of the dragon's heat. He always wants that fire to be within and around him.
Concord smirks at Ali's panting breath against the side of his neck, always glad to pleasure the man in turn,]
K, keep going... maybe I'll even beg for you. [he would like that, in that it takes a whole lot of Ali's attention to get Concord to that point. It wouldn't be fun if it was too easy.]
[The goading has certainly helped Ali decide on that point. Can't stop now that he's made a statement about it either.
He has a couple ideas for how to make Concord beg, but he'll hold onto them for now. He instead holds onto Concord's hips firmly as he starts thrusting into him, starting with a quick pace just to get to Concord's head. He's not using his fire magic, but the heat that naturally radiates off of him mixes with the warm water to make it a bit steamy in the literal sense.]
Haah..! Ali- that's good- quick- [Concord's voice punches out of him, breathless and stilted. It isn't common for Ali to start off so fast. Just what Concord wants and needs, in this state of sustained aggression. No more waiting for that hot cock to plow into him over and over. He braces harder against the wall, the tiling no longer so chilly beneath his palm as the room fills with a cloud of steam.
His hand reached back to hook around the back of Ali's hair loosens some. He wouldn't want to let him go entirely, but to look over his own should and see Ali better is his goal. Nothing is quite so attractive to him as the man's pleasure laden expression, set with determination. The water cascading over his black hair, will steaming off his skin is uniquely handsome.
Concord grits his teeth, hips bucking backward to meet Ali's thrusts. The angle is incredible, but he really wishes he could kiss the other man directly about now. Best he can do is pull him back in and try to angle for a half kiss at the corner of their mouths, wet with shower fall and any drool spilling over from Concord's watering mouth.]
[Concord's touches might be gentle, but Ali's thrusts are not. His pace is fast and a little rough, which feels amazing now but is going to leave both of them sore in the morning. It's a bit possessive of Ali too, what with how Ali's fingers are digging into Concord's hips firmly enough to leave little bruises.
He meets that kiss, but only briefly, and then he's biting down on Concord's lip. Not enough to draw blood, but still firmly. He bites, sucks, and then lets go with his teeth before speaking between thrusts.]
You- aren't going anywhere- for a week!
[His hand lets go of Concord's hip to snake around to the front. But instead of stroking Concord, he uses his thumb and index finger to make a ring around Concord's dick at the base, preventing him from releasing any ejaculate for the moment.]
[Concord's stammers after the bite to his lip, almost wishing he'd tastes blood on it. The adrenaline of violence and the excitement of sex are all mixed up around now. He'd never mistakenly take the former out on Ali, but he does feel a staggering thrill at the combination.
His legs lock up when Ali grabs his cock, stopping up the ability for him to release. He moans again, deep and angry, panting out in defiance,]
You'd have- to make me... [he hopes Ali does, greedy for his attention after even just four days on his own, working out his aggressions]
[He is greedy for attention. He knows he has to share Concord in many senses of the word, but he dislikes when Concord goes off and does stupid things on his own. Like a four-day fighting spree without rest or meals. Honestly! If Ali has to fuck some sense into him, he will.
His grip is firm on Concord's dick, preventing Concord from grinding against his hand for relief for the time being. He's still got some unraveling to do before he can give Concord that kind of relief.
He abruptly changes the angle of his thrusts, aiming for a spot deep within Concord. He knows where it is, their centuries of activity have made it trivial to find, but doing it standing up with their height difference makes it a bit challenging. If it takes Ali a few tries, and if he gets close but not quite in that time, then Concord can handle it.]
[Their usual height difference is solves by Concord buckling his knees down, chasing the exact sensation Ali is trying to give him. They can expertly navigate both their own and each other's bodies in these forms, they'd been doing this for centuries over now. Concord knows just how to position himself so Ali can reach the best parts of him-]
Ali- Come on- [it's far from protest, his tone more pleading than anything. Close to begging, right on the edge of that kind of desperation. He definitely wants to come, likely could at any moment if Ali just loosened his grip on Concord's thick cock.
Still, he's always stubborn, right to the ends and to the peaks. If Ali comes first, he wins, right? That's how it works.]
[It's that desperation that Ali was listening for. As soon as he hears it- as soon as he feels it in Concord's movements- he shifts his hand to start stroking Concord instead.
As he does this, he speaks into Concord's ear:]
Come for me.
[He really is close to his own release, but it's a victory for him if Concord comes first. Two idiots, sharing the same braincell.]
[Concord does not want to lose twice in a row to Ali. Sure, Concord basically rolled over and let him win in the arena, but...
There's no mercy he's giving here, he's just easily overwhelmed by the dragon's hold on him. His pleasure so easy to drag forth. Ali just knows each twist and turn of the combination lock that pops Concord off,]
You- first-! [a ridiculous thing to say through grit teeth, because Concord promptly comes. His knees lock further, body tensing and back arching. Release pumps out from his cock, twitching heavily beneath Ali's stroking grasp. Cum splatters onto the wall in front of them, Concord left with his head hung, mouth open, panting and drooling as the warm water of the shower continues to cascade over their connected bodies,]
[Ali might very well come first, because he's shuddering and spilling deep inside Concord while Concord finds his own release. It seems like spite had kept him going, but once he let Concord have relief he allowed himself to have some too.
(Regardless of who comes first, Ali will still claim victory.)
He presses his forehead against Concord's back, using it as a support to keep himself standing up while his heavy breaths fall against the skin there. Fuck. It's been a while since they've done anything intense like that. They need to do this in the shower again sometime.
Once both of them are spent, Ali lets go of Concord's dick and wraps his arms around Concord's waist, hugging the man from behind. It might be difficult to hear with the shower running, but Ali murmurs a few words there.]
[Ali will move to sit up too, so he can see the jewelry. It's beautiful, but it is absolutely not what he would have expected of Olivine. Don't mind him, he's staring a bit.]
So nipple piercings and a bellybutton piercing? Don't tell me you have others hidden elsewhere too.
[rest assured, Ali, he doesn't mind the staring at all. But he does have a little clarification to make, of course—]
Ah, the one in my belly isn't a piercing—it's part of my body. [lowering a hand, he gently presses on the skin near that particular peridot to show how it stretches just beneath the decorative metal trimming.]
Oh... I don't know if I would call it hiding, but my tongue is also pierced? I had it done when I first arrived here.
[It's a simple task to stick his tongue out to let Ali get a good look at it, a little greenish-blue stone capping a simple bar.]
Mm, I'm happy to share what I can. I was born with it, yes—it doesn't happen often, and it isn't really known why it does. It is known to be a symbol related to keeping our world's balance, though.
[laughing a little sheepishly, he tips his head.]
That is, where I'm from, we have elemental altars that keep our land healthy. With the gemstone, it seems we're able to purify those altars. Mm, there's a much longer story to explain it, but it might be confusing...
[or uninteresting, honestly. He doesn't know how much Ali might want to learn.]
[that... is not the question he expected. he giggles then, shaking his head.]
No, not at all. I think I was a little vague—the gemstone itself isn't what we use to regulate the altars. It's more of a... confirmation of our relation to the situation.
[resting his hand on the gemstone for a moment, he considers how much to talk about in this conversation.]
In part, it connects us to Eiden, and allows us the ability to use our essence—ah, our life energy, if that makes sense—to resonate with the altars themselves.
[It makes sense at least. More people involved makes for better chances at success, and it sounds like Olivine at least is confident in how this works.]
I wonder why gemstones though...My power manifests through a tattoo, for example. So there must be differences between the magic systems?
Mm. Magic itself isn't limited to those who are clan members, in Klein. In fact, even those who possess very little essence can still learn some magic... to be honest, there are still several things we don't really know about the gemstones.
But what we do know is that they mark the contract holders intended to help the Grand Sorcerer—so, for people like myself who were born with them, it means that the original holder... ah... ceased existing before the contract was fulfilled.
[It's probably rude to keep asking, but Ali finds this discussion absolutely fascinating. He's always been interested in other magic systems, wanting to thoroughly learn about them and come to understand them.]
Oh, so was the original holder an ancestor of yours?
If he's the expert on such things then I will have yo contact him. But in the meantime-
[He pulls off his shirt and turns around so Olivine can see his back. A pair of intricate dragon wings are tattooed into the skin there, covering most of his upper back.]
He's— [how does he explain Rei...] certainly more knowledgeable than I am when it comes to the origins of our contracts, yes. He's a little unusual, but he means well.
[Olivine holds so much affection for his angry wet cat man. But his attention definitely shifts when Ali removes his shirt, reaching to gently trace the tattoo. That part reminds him of Dante a little, though even then the concept is different.]
I see... is it something about the ink, or did the ink appear with the power?
[Honestly, he wouldn't think twice about asking even if they hadn't just been going on about magic in his own world. Nerd problems.]
[He hesitates. Concord had been working on convincing him that nobody here would harm him for who he is, but he still has his reservations. But on the other hand, Olivine has magic of his own...maybe it's safe?]
It, er...when I gained this form, the ink appeared with it.
[There's just a brief moment there where Olivine has to parse what he's saying, really. The ink came with the form, and so—]
... oh! So your human form came later. [like a yokai, conveniently. There's not an ounce of wariness or discomfort in his words; to the contrary, he seems both curious and... fond? Listen, he likes his yokai friends—] Are you... normally a dragon, then?
[He has fairly limited experience with dragons, outside of the stories he's read, but at least he knows what they are.]
[That's actually a big relief, he had been worried about having to explain things further or even running away very quickly. But Olivine seems to know about beings like himself, so that makes things easier.]
Yeah. Well, kind of. Normally I stay in this human form but originally I was a dragon.
[Thankfully he doesn't have slitted pupils in his eyes, that would have given him away immediately. But his eyes still are a bright red that isn't normally seen in humans.]
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