From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Once Oliver was done gushing, his eyes lowered to the fruit before he slowly reached forward with his available hand, moving to pinch a small slice of orange. Of course, he waited to get permission from Henry first. It's rude to steal food, after all.
The response is quite the innuendo. "Cant wait to see what all you can do." It was followed by his own response. The two had turned such a simple thing into quite the escapade- who knows what they'd even get up to at this point? Oliver had wishes but as Henry wrapped an arm around him, he had melted into his touch. Leaning against him and finding himself content with staying there for a bit.
"I can always show you my art... I'd love to sketch you as well, if you'd be up for that." Henry would make for a lovely model, surely.
But now it was time to hear about Henry, learn about the man who was holding onto him. Henry trails off and his final comment causes a light blush to appear on his face. Biting down on his lip, Oliver looks up at him. "I guess you'll just have to visit me more, huh? It'd be a real shame if you didn't get to see me all the time. I mean, who else do you know has ears like this?" And just like that, he partially shifted his ears, turning them into that of his Fennec Fox shift. Blonde ears, massive ones. Soft to the touch.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
The orange is relinquished happily, an encouraging nod given to the silent question.
Henry's expression lifts with pleasant surprise at the notion of being a model to draw. "Really? Me? I'm not very graceful... Could probably just draw a big ole square, give it a smile, and call it a day," he grins. Yep, that about sums him up, doesn't it?
He's happy to make Oliver blush, admittedly, a little not-so-guilty pleasure. His dark blue gaze flits down to Oliver's lips as his teeth press down over them, watching the soft skin of his lip crumple beneath the pressure. Right as he's thinking about punctuating Oliver's words with a kiss, something shifts and pulls his attention away immediately.
If it's possible for his expression to get any brighter, it does. The fantastically large fox ears flop out against Oliver's hair, one of them brushing by Henry's face because he's so close. "Oh, look at you!" He says with delight, leaning back a little to get a better overall look at him like this. "Lucky, I can't do that yet," he comments, absently staring at the ears because they are absolutely charming.
Without any bit of hesitation but a whole lot of warmth, Henry self-indulgently reaches up to playfully ruffle Oliver's soft mix of fur and hair. "I didn't think you could get any better, but you just proved me wrong." He smiles, glancing down to meet Oliver's gaze again.
A soft smile and Oliver shakes his head. Taking a bite of an orange slice, he pauses to chew before speaking when able to. ”Have you seen your face? You’re simply gorgeous- and I wish I could capture your eyes in a sketch... you’d be amazing to sketch, I’m sure of it. And I haven’t even seen all of you yet.” Oliver had only seen so little and yet he truly did see Henry as a beautiful man. He was handsome as could be- way more than a square.
It seems Oliver had leaned forward slightly, somewhat hoping for a kiss himself, but the ears seemed to be more surprising than Oliver had expected. He moves backwards a small bit, giving the other man some room seeing as he wasn’t sure if Henry wanted an ear in his face.
”Im sure you’ll be able to do this too soon.” It took Oliver a bit himself. But now he loved it. Just to add a bit, he made his canines sharper. Yet again, thanks to his Fox shift. ”I can do this too.” There was a grin and he tried to stop himself from laughing.
Hands reach forward and Oliver leans into the touch. ”Aw... you thought that much of me? That touches my heart. You haven’t even seen my tattoos yet.”
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's taken aback by the flattery, unused to it, and is at a bit of a loss for words. He's fine with it, of course, but.. surprised. It coaxes a flush along his complexion, to think that someone would look at him and see more than he does in himself. He supposes some other people might - no, he hopes other people do - but it's different to hear it said out loud. And in such a genuine setting. It's nice. It makes him want to give Oliver the same feeling of being seen. He chuckles warmly at the toothy grin Oliver shows off.
Oliver leans into his playful petting and it makes Henry kind of swoon, if he's honest. It's evident to him that Oliver simply wants to be touched. It's exactly the kind of role he wants to play; the person to make others feel... something. Like they mean something; like their best is good enough.
So he leans in, pulling his hand away from Oliver's foxy ears to wrap around the other side of his head. Gently, he'll tilt his head in towads him and lean in for that overdue kiss. Henry goes about this almost too tentatively, pausing just before their lips meet, as if he's not sure it's the right move. Would there really be a perfect opportunity? He'd have to create the moment, like any of the other good ones in his life, so why not now?
His intentions were to be bold and hopefully surprise Henry. He had prior doubts and a part of him worried the man would fight back, but the silence was good. His reaction alone solidified that Oliver had shown how he felt- and that Henry could tell. The man was amazing, that’s how the hybrid felt. He was immensely handsome and he only wanted the guy to be able to tell.
The strokes at his ears are amazing and Oliver just thinks it’s because he loves ear scritches. He’s kind of ignoring that any kind of touch was pleasant in that way. It was a partial denial, really. He just needed to be bluntly told it to fully register how bad he’d gotten. How much he craves that gentle touch.
And it was then that the hands moved from his ears. They were slow and Oliver found himself looking into Henry’s eyes. A gentle bite at his lip showed that Oliver knew what was going to come. His heart quickened and he held his breath for a second before leaning forward himself. He had expected Henry to close the distance, the two completely quiet, but then Henry paused.
Oliver was done with waiting and so, as his eyes fluttered closed, he closed the gap, gently pressing a kiss to Henry’s lips. It wasn’t hurried or rushed, nothing like how he initially imagined. It was soft and calm.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's eyelids droop as he closes in, though they remain open just a smidge, to be able to still see Oliver's expression. There's just the slightest coy smile that pinches the corners of his lips when Oliver bites his own lip. The silence is palpable and if Oliver didn't close the gap, Henry might've tried to whisper something to ease the moment. But he'll find that he doesn't feel any tension tugging him back, only the gentle coax of Oliver's mouth as it meets his.
A slow breath sweeps out from his nose as he leans in further, toeing the line between a soft and rough kiss. He applies a small amount of pressure on Oliver's shoulders with his arm, pulling him in closer. But as much as he wants to relent to those greater urges, Henry thinks it'll be better for both of them if he takes his time with this.
When he comes up for air, Henry doesn't pull away, doesn't intend on it anyway. He stays close, close enough to kiss again, but he does have a question. There's a soft, very brief sound of amusement that muffles through before he says hoarsely, "So, about those tattoos...?"
Words were unnecessary in this moment. There was no need to ease into the situation or suggest anything. The two came together, a gentle kiss that would escalate ever so slightly. A sense of need from Oliver’s end, but otherwise he didn’t press Henry. He’d go with what Henry felt was comfortable and right. Let the man somewhat lead him.
Hands pull him in close and Oliver obliges. Moving forward, Oliver tries his best to adjust his legs, now trying to straddle Henry’s lap as best as he could. This may become more of a lap sit, but it’s what he can do. Hopefully Henry would understand what he was trying to do and work with it.
There’s a huff of laughter and a grin. ”Alright.” This wasn’t what he expected, but none of it was. Leaning forward, Oliver kisses Henry again before pulling away. Hands grasp for the bottom of his top and in one swift move, it’s pulled over his head. It takes a couple more seconds to pull it off of his arms, the garment now fully inside out.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
03-01-2021, 03:49 PM (This post was last modified: 03-01-2021, 03:50 PM by Henry.)
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's completely content to further the intimacy and deepen the moment, making no pause as he smooths his hands over Oliver's thighs. His arms offer their support around his hips as the shirt is discarded and reveals the tattoos underneath, along with skin that glows orange in the warmth of the firelight.
His eyes graze over Oliver's torso, spotting the intricate outline of a compass tattoo on his wrist as he does. The hummingbird is a sweet addition to the outline of Oliver's ribs, appearing almost to move with his breaths.
"I like this one," he comments, voice a low rumble. Warm, calloused hands slowly, gently rub up to grip Oliver's waistline. "But I think this is my favorite," and, to show rather than tell what one he's talking about, he leans in to press his lips around the rose along Oliver's collarbone. A soft breath flows out of Henry's nostrils and over the skin of his neck.
Hands carress his thighs and he lets out a hum of approval, chills tingling down his spine at the sudden contact. If he was already getting this excited then hell- this would be a damn fun ride. Potentially literally (although, it wasn't exactly what he wanted...)
His sweater is removed and he stares at Henry, basking in the attention he was receiving. The touch at his waist caused him to straighten up somewhat, appreciating the touch and trying to give the man more opportunities. Otherwise, he remains quiet for the time being, watching and waiting for Henry to react.
And he gives him exactly what he wanted. A hand moves to the back of Henry's neck, holding him close but leaving it so the man could easily pull away if needed. Biting down on his lip, Oliver hums in pleasure, his knees tightening around Henry ever so slightly. His free hand moves to work on Henry's top, attempting to unbutton his shirt as best as he could with his non-dominant hand. It wasn't great, but he didn't want any help for now. Fuck no, Henry had other things to worry about.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry lets Oliver's sweet hums of approval guide him further into wherever this leads; if this is what the other man wants, then this is what Henry will give him. The pressure around his body as Oliver leans in, holds him there, it opens up Henry's senses. Everything else fades into second place as the tension amplifies, and suddenly there's no one and nothing else he wants more right now. He sinks his lips in against the soft skin of Oliver's neck right before he feels inept fingers toying at his shirt.
If Oliver thought Henry would let him fumble around, he's mistaken. Henry pulls back only enough to help, but as he unclasps the buttons, he leans forward to take Oliver's lips with his again, using his nose to gently tilt the other man's head. He can multitask, after all. This time there won't be any hesitation but a sure, burning want.
By the end of it, his shirt is undone. It's tossed to the side with vague annoyance as if it's done nothing but get in the way this whole time. An excited, half-grin brightens the lust in Henry's eyes as he lays himself bare-chested.
There's an animalistic curl of his lip as he goes in again, this time more tightly pulling Oliver in as he pulls them back in against the pillows, letting one of his hands tangle in those blonde curls to prompt another kiss.
By this point, the fox ears have shifted away, returning back to his normal set. It would be a tad too distracting and Oliver wants Henry’s focus on some far more important things.
Lips move towards his neck and Oliver let’s put a soft moan, nails lightly scratching at Henry’s and grip loosening to almost nothing.
His inability to remove the shirt is noticed and Oliver is ready to pout before he is locked into another kiss. Without much guidance, Oliver tilts his own head, kissing with much more intensity now. Before he can do much more the two separate and Oliver is able to get a good look at the other man’s chest. Biting on his lip, Oliver’s eyes rake over the body, taking everything in. ”Fuck.” Was all he could really say. It wasn’t poetic, far from it. But from his tone alone, he was more than a little turned on.
Once more he is pulled in and the two fall into the pillows. Smiling every so slightly, Oliver leans in for another kiss and his hands begin to readjust. With one hand holding onto his shoulder the other gently moves along Henry’s chest, getting a good feel of it. Meanwhile, he tilts his head to the side and gently runs his tongue along the other man’s lips, pushing for what he originally intended on doing before his shirt fumbles got in the way.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry doesn't mind the way Oliver looks at him. In fact, he finds that he really likes that kind of burning desire when it's finally being directed at himself. Is it with who he thought it would be? Maybe not, Oliver is a completely, entirely unexpected surprise. A very pleasant surprise. Which makes this even more special. It's impromptu but it feels... right.
He wants to take his time with him, wants to appreciate him. Hungry hands run over bare skin, knot into curly hair, lips interlock in the meeting of their bodies. In spite of that intention, as they continue in their tender touching, the excited exploration of each other's mouths. Henry can feel his own excitement edging hard against the tent in his pants. He also can't help the flushed appearance all of this heat suddenly gives him, pulling in a heavy breath as he recovers from their kiss.
One of his hands moves down to gently rub along the edge of Oliver's crotch, to find that same desire, to feed and fan the flame. The movements will get more intent, more concentrated; will fight against the buckle of pants so that he can actually take Oliver in smooth, easy strokes.
His emotions and feelings are a confusing blur- prior flings and activities had always felt different. This one just felt... right. It wasn't rushed nor was it sudden, it felt nice and in that moment, he felt appreciated. It was nice.
As Henry's hands roam, Oliver basks in the attention given to him. While he wants to do just as much as Henry, it feels as though it would ruin the moment, tangling limbs only stopping them from truly enjoying each other's presence.
Oliver's own excitement is growing and his hand reaches to grab at Henry's waist, wanting to toy around and see how much he could do, but before he could do much Henry was pulling away from the kiss and already Oliver could feel more was to come. Taking in deep breaths, his breath hitches and his grip tightens on the man. A moan leaves his mouth, no efforts made to mask or even try to be quiet at that moment. Leaning in Oliver tries to press kisses to Henry's neck, only being able to do so much due to the constant distractions.
Finding himself unable to speak properly, Oliver momentarily considers using their attuned bond to speak but stops himself. "Fuck- Henry." He breaths in deep and nibbles gently down onto the skin. "Don't waste all the fun."
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
None of the fun will be wasted, Oliver. It's a heavy, passionate meshing of their bodies that takes place from this moment on. Clothes scatter around the makeshift bed, wet lips caress warm skin, hands search and find their marks. It's a genuinely releasing experience for Henry, who hasn't had this kind of intimacy with someone in a long time. That in mind, he has his own embarrassed moments that bring a shy smile to his face, but he does everything he can to best please the beautiful man he gives himself to.
When it's over, when they collapse into a pile of flushed bodies and winded breath, Henry takes Oliver into his arms again. This time it's simply to hold him, to glide his fingers through soft hair and murmur silly nonsense into Oliver's skin until they fall asleep among a comfy heap of pillows and blankets.
