firstworldproblem | Thread Continuations

You're right. It is very tempting. But I vastly prefer to be the one carrying you.

[ and he'll lean in to kiss his forehead at the question ]

I'm as fine as I can be given the circumstances. I promise to tell you if things get worse.

I can't ask for more than that.

[Bringing a hand to his cheek tenderly before throwing it out wide.]

Our pier awaits!

[ he laughs at that, and just walks him to the pier, sitting down and just bringing him with him ]

Should I look into buying property by the lake rather than have you create it for us when we're in my world? Would be a good way to just retreat from everyone else.

[He leans into him, head resting on his shoulder.]

I wouldn't want to bring that much suspicion upon your family. You have enough enemies. But we'll find something all our own. Or we can simply teleport there.

Between the two of us teleporting is not going to be a problem once we're out of here, so. That's as good a solution as any.

Hmmm. How far can you travel? We've experimented a little, but not near your limit.

If I have the exact coordinates or address I could theoretically move large distances away. The next city, for example. But it requires a not insignificant amount of concentration, hence why I can't just do it while in the middle of a battle.

If we're talking just teleportation, I do think you are more efficient than I would be.

So I do get to still carry you. Marvelous.

[He turns his cheek so he can kiss him properly.]

[ he was just about to protest, but it dies on his lips the moment Emet kisses him. He wastes no time in deepening it, maybe a little too desperate and eager, like he's trying to make sure he's really there with him ]

[He responds back in kind and when it breaks he sits up a little straighter, wrapping both arms around his neck. Fingers brushing against his soul.]

I'm right here. Let that ease your worried mind.

Am I being that obvious ...?

[ he rests his forehead against his, closing his eyes for a moment and just enjoying the feeling of Emet's touch against his soul. ]

It hasn't actually been 500 years and yet I feel like saying I missed you.

We are driven by similar fears and desires. It is not that hard to guess.

[He keeps stroking his soul, soft and constant.]

Then say it if it will bring you some amount of succor.

[ he smiles at the easy acceptance, and he leans in to kiss at his jaw, then at his neck ]

I missed you.

[ there's a small pause, and then he focuses on trying to touch Emet's soul as well, light and soft and clearly trying to follow the same he's doing ]

[He wraps his own soul around his touch, not restricting but inviting.]

Had I to wait 500 years, I would have missed you as well. I daresay I would miss you within a few days.

But I am here. Those years are nothing but a mirage.

[He runs his left hand up his neck most to ensure he can feel the metal ring upon it.]

[ it helps. The feeling of his soul, the ring against his skin and Emet's voice. He lets his hand move down his back, stroking his soul as he sucks on his neck, trying to leave a mark despite knowing it will fade outside the dream ]

It feels nice, you know. Being able to touch your soul like this.

You know I will be the last to complain.

[He tilts his neck with a contented hum as he leaves his aether to pet and soothe him. His fingers he lets fall to his jacket and vest, unbuttoning them.]

As much as I like your hands on me. There was something I said I was interested in, if you recall.

[ he pulls back from him, keeping his aetheric touch but moving his hands off of him to take off his tie instead

And then he'll reach for Emet's hands to tie it around his wrists instead ]

All of my hands?

[Holding his wrists out held together for him. And he'd commend him on keeping up that aetheric touch but he's feeling cheeky. Well, he's always feeling cheeky.]

[ he is always feeling cheeky, isn't it. There's a little laugh at the question, but he doesn't answer right away and instead focuses on getting his jacked and vest out of the way now that emet has already taken care of unbuttoning it. Once that's done, he'll bring his hand's on emet's clothes - and maybe he should have thought this through and tie his hands up after taking off his clothes, but it doesn't matter ]

You're allowed to keep touching my soul so long as you behave.

Hm.

[A hum is all he'll get in response to the statement as he lets his aether brush lazily down his back while his bound hand loop around his neck.]

You can just wish them gone. If they are being bothersome.

I know, but you were right in saying there's something intriguing about undoing them properly. And today I want to take my time with you.

[ he'll let up with the soul touches on his part, because he's not good enough to keep the focus - but he will pull his shirt up, hands moving to his chest as places a soft kiss on his lips ]

You asked me about my fantasies and desires. Should I start telling you what I thought I'd like to do you while you're bound for me?

[He leans into it the touch with a pleased sound biting Five's bottom lip briefly. He keeps the touch at his soul lazy and warm. A sort of backdrop noise.]

I do hope it isn't a lecture in mathematics.

But tell me. Here your mind is not limited to the constraints of reality.

I should give you one for that comment alone, you realize.

[ But Emet is right. His mind is not limited by the constraints of reality within the dream and though he doesn't need to, he will imitate him and snap his fingers to change the scenery entirely.

They find themselves in what could be described as a royal hall - nothing terribly close to reality, but still recognizably one. Emet will find himself sitting to a throne, his wrists still bound together by Five's tie.

And they're not alone. There are people all around them, and though they're not active participants, their eyes are on them all the same.

For his part Five is just standing in front of him, not moving closer yet, but he does let his soul touch him again, soft strokes down his leg and inner thigh ]

I might be more into other people watching than I had originally thought. Which has led me to thinking how nice it would be to see you come undone for me while others are around.

And I do wonder how many times I can get you to come before you ask me to let you touch me? And whether you'd enjoy having just me, or, well. Multiple partners lavishing you with attention.

You'd certainly look nice overwhelmed and adored by all.

[He's flattered at the use of the snap but the words die on his lips as the scene changes and Five speaks.

He's had countless partners and probably sex in most ways imaginable than most. He was so sure his experience was going to shield him from Five's clever mind. But yet again he finds himself surprised and a little in awe. He can't help the color stain his cheeks. This isn't for a role to be discarded after all. It is for him.

In the end it comes down to control for both of them. Playing the tug of war of wrestling it out of each other's grasp for they'd not relinquish willingly. Not truly. It is a thing that must be pried from them with possessiveness and adoration.]

I will admit I am surprised. Bravo.

[He lazes back in the chair, pinned arms falling to one arm rest as he spreads his legs wider trying to appear nonchalant. Which is only slightly successful. The effect is a bit broken as his eyes are more alert than normal catching his own and only briefly to watch the aether dance across his skin. And how his breathes quickens.]

Quite unexpected. You didn't name them, did you? Your new friends. I still have a preference for calling your name. I do trust they won't get offended.

[ he is smirking the moment he sees the blush on Emet's face. It's the most sure-way to know he's hit the mark, after all, and his attempt at acting nonchalant doesn't really trick him into thinking otherwise.

But his eyes do linger on him, taking in the sight of Emet spreading his legs on that chair, already looking so beautiful when he's barely even started. And Five will move forward at that, his hand going to his chest to push him against the throne and pin him there, while his other goes to his pants to undo them ]

I'm a little more focused on you than I am on naming them, but don't worry. I have no intention of letting you call anyone else's name, regardless.

[ and before Emet can answer, he'll kiss him on the lips while his aether keeps caressing him - slow and soft touches that he's clearly struggling to keep up but is too stubborn to stop ]

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