perfectpower | continuation of a meme thread (closed)

The scars... they are further proof of... of your perfection. [Viktor's chest bobs heavily as he speaks, trying to be sure he doesn't fall short of breath. It would be a real shame, to start wheezing and hacking now. His hands again jitter with a desire to reach out, to grope, to grab. He turns them backwards, bundling both fists into the pillow behind his head.

Brad is quick to take him all in, Viktor not able to buck back with much strength from such an angle. That isn't his assignment, though. He only writhes to adjust his angle, slightly, wanting to better pressure Brad's prostate as he begins to fuck him self using Viktor's thick cock.]

You are glorious. [his accent hits that word real thick]

Now you're...the flatterer...

[It's scary how much Brad is affected by these praises. He fishes for compliments frequently, though a lot of it is showmanship and boasting. Brad is confident in who he is, and words can't tear him down. But in this moment, where he's exposing himself to Viktor and showing a side most people don't see, the praises mean a lot more to him.

Maybe someday he'll explain why he's not proud about his scars. But for right now, he grinds down onto Viktor's cock in an effort to forget any negative feelings he has at all.]

Heh...you really wanna...touch me, don't ya?

[Viktor is a ruffled up mess beneath Brad at this point, but he's aware of that fact. He'll play into it. All splayed out into the sheets, sweat clinging to his sharp features, lips kissed bruised and neck darkened from Brad's hickies. His fingers crumple the pillow they're dug into, gripping it as he wish he could his partner. Been told no and promised to behave himself... but Brad might loosen up the rules if he's desperate enough?

He digs in his heels, willing to push it further. He cocks a wry smirk up to Bradley, playing cutesy and coy,]

What makes... you think that? [everything about him right now, but it's funny to pretend it isn't obvious]

[That's Brad for you: rules can be bent when it suits him.]

Just a guess. You-

[He stutters a bit there, trying to keep down a moan that tries to bubble out of him when he grinds down at a particularly good angle. If he didn't know better, he would think Viktor was aiming at his prostrate on purpose.]

-fuck, that's so good. Even without touching me you're driving me crazy.

[Sweat is beading up on his forehead, neck, and shoulders, rolling down his back and making him shine in the morning light. Even as naked as he is, he can still feel the heat. He lets his eyelids slip down as he focuses on the warmth within him, building with each slide of his hips.]

[Any of Brad's sweat that drips down off of him and only Viktor just adds to his arousal. He always yearns for a partner to get so worked up. Brad moaning and stifling himself as he greedily worked his hips along Viktor's cock is beyond intoxicating. All Viktor can do is so very lightly bounce his own hips, rolling into the hot, wet, obscenely tight heat of Brad's body. He's filling the man so full, that's no way that every motion doesn't pressure Brad's prostate at some angle or another,]

Imagine... if you let me... [Viktor chuckles softly, trying not to wheeze, only barely succeeding. He sounds so ragged, absolutely enraptured with Brad's performance. Viktor levels a playful taunt,]

You wouldn't last long.

Ha...you think so?

[Well, Brad can't say no to a challenge. Even in the middle of sex like this.

He sinks down on Viktor once more and stays there, watching Viktor with a cocky grin on his face. Even when he's like this, grinding down on someone for his own pleasure, he can still put on an air of control and playfulness.]

Let's see what you can do then.

[Control and playfulness, huh? Just Viktor's style. He smirks and does not reach his arms up. Brad should come down to his level,]

Only if you kiss me, first... stranger.

[Viktor wants his mouth on the man over him. If Brad obliges, if they don't keep renegotiating midfuck -which is fun, Viktor thinks- then Viktor will wrap both arms around his shoulders, hugging him around the neck,]

Sealed with a kiss, then.

[Brad does oblige, taking care to use his elbows to prop himself up and keep his weight off of Viktor as he leans in for that kiss. Then, as they kiss, he slips his hands into Viktor's hair in an attempt to touch the man in return. It seems like his neediness has overtaken his stubbornness.]

[Neediness is definitely a word that describes them both about now. Their lips meet and Viktor welcomes Brad with a deep hunger. As if he could drink him in, body and mind and soul. As if he could drink in some of that perfection he seems so taken with.

Since the man isn't putting his weight on him, Viktor uses what strength his arms have to leverage against him. Anchoring into his shoulders and back, Viktor can move his hips to match Brad's pace. He's so eager to match him anyway he can. Their physical differences are in start relief all tangled up with one another, but Viktor can meet Brad one-to-one for eagerness. Desperation. Passion. Things that really matter for good sex.

Not that Brad's raw physicality hurts with that. Everything feels so amplified, loud and only growing. Viktor can hear his own heart pounding in his chest, his own panting breathes caught only briefly between each kiss and lash of tongue,]

[Now that Viktor can get his hands on Brad, he'll be able to feel what Brad has been trying to bite down and suppress. The way his skin is slick from sweat, the way his back trembles just a little when Viktor hits that spot deep within him, the way his muscles relax when the two of them kiss. Brad tries to play up being some smug, sexy guy who can do anything, but the reality is that he is not quite as collected as he likes to pretend he is. Bradley is, despite everything, still very human in his mannerisms.

He meets Viktor kiss for kiss, only pulling away briefly when he's in need of air. This is actually a good way to get him to stop talking, as he doesn't say any comments at all. He just takes in quick breaths between kisses and tries not to moan too loudly. Even with the soundproofing spell, Brad doesn't like being too loud. But the sounds are there, and with them chest-to-chest Viktor will be able to feel those groans as they slip out quietly.

He feels a familiar pressure building up inside of him, and he's chasing that high right now. He tries to angle himself so Viktor can grind against his prostate again, that should help him get over the edge.]

[The moment, the intimacy, between them is pure electricity. Viktor can feel it buzzing in his toes and radiating out from his fingertips. An energy he hasn't felt in a good, long while. Pent up desire that he got too used to, that went dull like an old ache. He pulls his arms from Bradley's back to his front, fondling his chest as he pushes him away from their overlong kiss. His voice is soft, but heavy with yearning,]

Show me. Go on. [He wants to watch Brad come undone. His hands dip down to be sure that's what's next, gripping his balls and cock. Very good with his hands, remember?

Viktor won't be far behind, if Brad squeezes him any tighter than he is, he'll cum on the spot,]

[When Viktor practically tells him to come Bradley nearly does so right then and there. But what actually pushes him over the edge is that hand around his cock. Brad is strung up tight light a piano wire, and just being touched down there is enough to make that wire snap. He gasps as he spills over Viktor's hand, body shaking with release. Even his insides quiver around Viktor's dick.

It's been a while since he's had such a mind-blowing orgasm, doubly so from the receiving side of things, so he presses his face against Viktor's shoulder and rides it out.]

Oh fuck-

[Just that single touch more and Bradley's falling apart over top him. It's pure satisfaction to see, such a powerful man crumbling from Viktor's efforts. The look on Brad's face, the way his body tenses, relaxes, and quivers around his cock... Viktor cums in turn. A ragged and broken moan purrs out of him, spilling as pent up a load as he's ever had into Brad.

Much as Viktor wants to grip onto his partner in turn, his hands are a mess. He only briefly continues to stroke Brad, wanting to milk his orgasm for all it is worth. Boney, yet slick fingers will let him go before he's likely to get overstimulated. Viktor's hands slip away from between their bodies and just... flop to each side on the bed.

Phew.... damn.... He's tired. Viktor just lays back, fully relaxes, panting heavy beneath the other man. A moment of perfection, afterglow overtaking every nerve in Viktor's body. He can't move, but it feels damn good to just sink into the oblivion of it all.]

[He does get overstimulated after a few moments of that, so he lets out a soft whine before rolling off of Viktor entirely. Man, it's been a while since he's worked himself tired like this. He's going to need a bit to just breathe and regain himself.

He does wave his hand lazily in the air though, and soon a towel from somewhere in Viktor's apartment appears and drops itself on Viktor's chest. Why get out of bed to clean up when he can bring the clean up to them?]

Damn.

[Damn indeed.

He turns his head and faces Viktor, still looking flushed and sweaty as a grins.]

Let's do that again later.

[Nothing can stop this man.]

Damn... [Viktor echoes back, shivering to have Brad lift off of him. His head tips and fall to the side where Brad is, looking at him with blissful admiration. Handsome, flushed man in his bed. That's a real vision of perfection, isn't it?]

We- ["I should get back to work," "I have so much to get done," "There's not time to waste on-"] -... yes. We should.

[There's no resisting a promise for more of that, in this rare instance, his work can wait.]

[Bradley doesn't plan to move for a while yet, but he can still grab the towel and start wiping himself off. He only goes for his chest for the time being, deciding to use the shower to clean out his ass later.

Once he's done he'll roll over onto his side so he can start cleaning up Viktor's chest as well. As it so happens, when he rolls onto his side the mark on his abdomen is visible.]

You gonna be able to go to work today?

Able to? Yes.... Do I want to, however? [he's somehow both exhilarated to his core and tired out of his mind. Viktor reaches to rub his neck where the hickey aches, only to smear cum all over himself. Whelp,]

Ehg... I should, I should still go in. [Please pass him the towel, he made the mess worse for himself with his waffling,]

[Passing him the towel!]

Take a shower first then, and go in at lunchtime. You can get plenty done in the afternoon.

[And he'll go do his own business in the darker parts of town too. But before they go-]

You wanted to know about this mark, right?

I'll get plenty done. I have clarity now, as you put it.

[Brad said it in a more crass way, but Viktor will play coy. He wipes his hands and neck off for now, the shower will get the rest of the mess off him. Much as he'd like to just stay sunken into the sheets, there is a whole day ahead of him. Duty cannot be completely thrown out just because there is a pleasing distraction,

He looks to the mark when mentioned, reaching out again to tickle his fingertips along it. How did it feel now? Still thrumming with that inexplicable potential energy-?]

Yes. Absolutely.

[It seems to have dulled just a little, probably because the heightened energy of sex is no longer present. But there is still a buzz of energy in it regardless, much more than the ambient energy Brad has. Viktor has felt some of Brad's magic before, so he can sense that some of Brad's magic in it. But there's another person's magic presence too, sort of like it took the magic of two people to make this mark. The second person's magic feels shaky and new, like they're not so sure in their magic yet. Brad's confident magic mixes with it, almost like it's showing the other's magic how to make this spell work.

Brad's smile seems softer and more genuine as Viktor touches the mark.]

It's the mark that ties me to the Sage. Every darkspawn hunter has one somewhere on their body. When we join, we swear ourselves to both the Sage and the cause, and this mark is a representation of that promise.

I think it also lets the Sage track us too, since they seem to know wherever we go if we get lost.

I see... and who is the Sage to you? Your superior-? Or a lover?

[Viktor, despite his talk of jealousy, does not ask that with any of it. He's just curious, sure Brad is open if he does share himself with multiple partners. Well, he could hope so. Viktor jokes,]

Either way, I wouldn't know what to say if they came here asking after you.

[Oh no, he laughs at that.]

Nah, they're just a kid. I don't think they're even old enough to drink yet. They're more like...the boss, yeah. The boss of all the darkspawn hunter groups.

The Sage does have some magic, but it's not on the level of a wizard's magic. They mostly do the planning for big missions and keep track of everyone's health and stuff. Actually, it's the current Sage's first year of doing this, our previous Sage died last year so he got replaced by this kid.

How curious... why would you not be the Sage, if you are more experiences? Do they have some special quality?

[Ah yes, this is sure... pillow talk. To Viktor, at least, he loves prying and having his curiosity indulged.]

[Hey, any talk is pillow talk. There were days Brad would talk about new heists while in bed with his right-hand-man, this isn't unusual for him.]

Well, because the Sage is never a wizard. It's always a human. That's how it's been for...well, thousands of years now, so long before I was even born.

Now I can be jealous. [he is still joking, a puff of laughter out his nose to declare as such. Closing his eyes, he sighs again, thinking it would be nice to just go right back to sleep with the mage in his arms.

The thought snaps away, Viktor opening his eyes. No, get up, get moving. He's already spent so much time with this... He grunts to lift himself up onto an elbow, other arm still rubbing affectionately along that mark on Brad's midsection.]

... thank you for indulging me. I believe my shower has room enough for us to share.

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