splitmemory | training buddies

Ahahaha! I suppose I'll have to be, won't I? I hope you taste just as good.

[He certainly can't taste any worse than he did after drinking that potion, after all. Maybe don't look up from where you're hiding, Epel, you're going to see him eyeing you appraisingly.]

[ He’s about to comment, to say something else along the same lines, when he peeks up from his hiding spot. Those watchful eyes, looking him up and down, appraising him in such a hungry way. How is he supposed to keep his cheeks from burning?? To remember what he’d been about to say? ]

You… I’d say you should test it, but I just had some…

[ Can’t exactly test his taste when there’s the apple’s flavor rich on either of their tongues. ]

Unless you test it to the point where that flavor leaves my mouth.

[ Epel’s playing with fire and he knows it… a little. Halfway. ]

Mmmmm, should I? In that case, we'd better enjoy this to the fullest, first.

[Another bite, and Rook holds the apple up for Epel this time. How does Epel like the idea of anticipating being kissed senseless once they finish their little snack? He's already turned such a pretty shade of red.....]

[ Really, Epel should’ve expected a response like that. He stammers, unable to find the words to say anything coherent in response to that. Luckily, the offer of another bite distracts him long enough to dissipate the immediate flustered state. That doesn’t mean his face isn’t as red as the apple they’re sharing. Really, at this rate it would only be one or two more bites each before they finish.

The anticipation would have Epel squirming and shifting impatiently, but he’s trying to be so very good and proper. As much as he dislikes the rules, there were parts of them that he understood the reasoning behind by now. ]

… I think you should. What better way to learn what taste’ll hold you over while you wait for my family’s delivery?

[ He’s definitely flustered, but hey, he’s trying! How commendable. ]

[Is that a devious little smirk, seeing Epel floundering like this? Rook is clearly enjoying playing with Epel far too much while they finish their apple. Especially when he's doing such a good job clapping back!]

How true! I wonder, will you be just as sweet? Or perhaps you have a bit more bite to you.....

[ Poor sweet Epel, with his obvious embarrassment, the struggle to keep his reactions steady. His hands end up resting against his own knees, his fingers curling lightly against the fabric of his pants. His shoulders are tight, and it’s clear by the position that he’s flustered. He doesn’t want to wait, by this point. The anticipation is almost too much.

He can do this…! If Rook was going to have fun watching him stumble along, then he must give his senior a good show, right? ]

I might be more akin to a poisoned apple than this one. You might sink your teeth in and… realize all too late just how much of a bite I have.

[ Bringing one hand up to the back of Rook’s, he leads the other boy’s hand to Rook’s mouth, to lead him to take his final bite of the apple. At the same time, his body is turned to face Rook better, his opposite hand resting down against Rook’s thigh as if to keep himself steady. Just how much longer can Epel keep this up? … Not much. He’s used up almost all of his bravery for the day, obvious in the slight heaviness to his breathing, the redness of his face, the tension in his shoulders as he tries his best to not only match the energy but push it a few steps forward. ]

Edited 2024-08-21 16:59 (UTC)

I've heard the Fairest Queen's poison apple was an enchanting ruby red. I wonder if such a beautiful sight was simply irresistible, even if you knew not all was as it seemed?

[One last bite, and Rook reaches for his pen again; a quick gust of wind blowing the door shut. They could stand to have a little privacy, after all..... Just because most students are out enjoying their weekend doesn't mean everyone is gone.

And they don't want to be interrupted, do they? Not when a gloved hand settles to cover the daintier one on his thigh, and another reaches out to cradle one adorably reddened cheek. Not when he leans in ever so slowly to claim Epel's lips, and eagerly awaits this promised bite.]

[ His eyes focus closely on Rook as that hand settles over his own. Was he going to really just go for it? Like that? This seems like second nature to Rook, something he does so easily...

Still, Epel manages to relax enough to kiss back, bringing his other hand up to grasp his shoulder, tugging him closer. This time, it's Epel that begins to deepen that kiss so easily, his tongue tracing along Rook's bottom lip.

It almost seems like he's being gentle, that he was bluffing when he said he had any bite to him at all. That is, until he tilts his chin up further, deepening that kiss. His teeth catch Rook's bottom lip, hand moving up to tangle easily in Rook's hair. Following that bite is the sweetness again, coating the ache of the nip with such a gentle drag of his tongue. For someone with such little experience, it seems he'd at least been thinking about how he wanted this kiss to go. ]

[It's funny how far a bit of self-assurance can take you, isn't it? When he'd been in Epel's shoes, a fresh-faced first year, he doubts he ever could have done this. Unrestrained and unself-conscious as he was, he wasn't exactly afraid to reach out and get intimate..... But he hardly could have done so smoothly. He would have simply been operating on eagerness and instinct--not the grounding knowledge that he's attractive, that he's worth pursuing, that he's capable of enticing someone. He wouldn't have been ready to reflect on himself and the deliberately cultivate image he wants to present, or how to hone his skills in intimacy, emotional and physical alike.

And yet, already Epel is so bold! Rook graciously allows himself to be pulled closer, leans into the grip on his hair--but there's no mistaking the little physical startle of being nipped at. Rook chuckles quietly into the kiss, lips parting invitingly. Epel's proven his point, hasn't he? Go on, Mister Dominant, you've earned the opportunity to take the reins. Show him exactly what you want out of him, and they'll see just how far Rook is willing to indulge it.]

[ Having such confident boys around him at all times... well, how could they not rub off on Epel a little? Before the other night, Epel had been content to hide away the budding feelings, to ignore them until they went away. After that first kiss, he wanted more. The desire was inescapable then, making it difficult to think about anything but doing it over doing it right. No matter how embarrassing his inexperience could be, he'd get to that point!!!

And here he was. Rook's lips part and Epel wastes no time in slipping his tongue into the other boy's mouth, tentatively exploring him. Tasting his tongue on his own. He may have tried to start off strong, but he's quickly losing that bravery and courage of before, as he gets more distracted by the kiss. Even so, he pushes himself to shift closer, sitting up onto his knees to allow himself to lean in even further. He seems to want to get as close as he can, but he's hesitating.

At least he's trying to claim Rook's mouth, following the steps that Rook had shown him the other night. ]

Mmmm.....

[It's okay if Epel is stumbling on the dismount, when he's here to help keep the momentum going, isn't it? A hand on the small of Epel's back tugs him closer, all the better to pull Epel straight into his lap even if the younger man is hesitating. He's doing so well, already improving so much..... There's no need to stop just yet, is there? Rook is quick to tangle their tongues together, sighing encouragingly against Epel's lips as he coaxes him further.]

[ The small tug helps drag Epel into Rook’s lap, settling there, straddling him. This was comfortable, allowing his body to press up close to Rook’s. A soft noise resounds against the older man’s mouth and tongue, momentum easily regained. Just as he had the other night, Epel seems to be getting the hang of it the longer their mouths continue to move together. Both of his hands come down to Rook’s uniform, beginning to undo the rope and sash around him, the first step in getting him out of this uniform.

Would Rook let him take it that far? What about with the way Epel’s pressing their hips together, grinding down on him? The way he retracts his tongue only to nip at his lip again, pushing forward with a renewed intensity.

All he really needed was that little encouragement, in the form of Rook healing to pull him in. ]

[This is..... nice. Much faster and more aggressive than he had anticipated, but nice. A warm body pressed against his, narrow hips grinding so enticingly down against his lap, the sharp sting of teeth..... Rook laughs breathlessly as he lets himself fall backwards onto the bed under Epel's push, sash unraveling and hat tumbling off to land on the floor.]

Oh là là, you are just a little bit tart, aren't you? How refreshing. It would be terribly boring if you were only sweet.....

[There's something more heated about his gaze now, staring up at Epel sitting astride him, hair fanned over the mattress and uniform rumpled by Epel's grasping hands. Rook raises his hands to his mouth one at a time, teeth closing delicately around the hems of his gloves to peel them off. Just how far is Epel prepared to go, hmmmm? Surely after mustering up enough courage to confess, he won't have enough steam to actually go all the way?

He'd better not, at least. As happy as he is to touch and be touched, Rook is certain that Epel isn't emotionally ready to surrender his innocence in such a hasty fashion.]

[ There's a sense of pride that seems to come to Epel's gaze, as he looks down at Rook. His hands slowly slide up along his abdomen to rest against his shoulders, a tiny grin coming to rest on his face from the words spoken by the older. ]

Told you, didn't I?

[ That look in Rook's eyes, the added heat to his gaze, how his perfect uniform was mussed up by Epel's own hands, the position they've ended up in... the way it looked when Rook removed his gloves so expertly with his teeth-- it's all enough to bring Epel back down closer to reality. His fingers grasp onto the fabric of Rook's robes where his hands lay against his shoulders, breath catching as he stares down at him.

Leaning down, he presses his lips against Rook's again, his hands beginning to wander again. Pushing past Rook's robe to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Someone was eager... and didn't have a clue of his own limits yet. Besides, he might be getting a tad swept away within his own desire, a need that'd just been building and building. ]

Why, so you did.

[Hah..... Getting a little cocky already, isn't he? What a bold little thing Epel is..... How far will that confidence take him, he wonders? Rook tangles his own hand in Epel's hair as the younger man kisses him again, sighing contently under his touch. Bit by bit, Epel reveals scarred skin and muscles as his shirt falls open; soon enough, Rook has to pull back to catch his breath, lips moving against Epel's as he speaks.]

Don't you think this is moving a little quickly?

[ The moment skin is on skin, Epel freezes, if only for a second. His dainty hands shake lightly as he presses them against Rook's bare chest, slowly exploring the body he'd revealed to himself. The kiss being broken wasn't a problem. He needed to catch his own breath, chest burning lightly with the need for air. Not that he'd noticed it yet.

What was that? Too quickly...? ]

... No.

[ His murmured response is tinged with hesitation, as if he's really not sure himself, but... the one thing he is sure of is the fact he's trying. No matter how scary moving this quickly may be. This was normal, wasn't it? He wanted to, anyways. But maybe... ]

Do you not want to...?

[No, he doesn't think so? That hesitation in his voice and gentle tremor in his touch suggests otherwise. Rook reaches for one of Epel's hands, raising it to his lips for a courtly kiss.]

I'm happy to. But I don't want you to be disappointed, if this isn't everything you've hoped for.

[First times are special, after all. Doesn't Epel deserve to have one as special as he is?]

[ Why must Rook be so sweet and gentle with him, as if one step too far might break him? He's not fragile by any means, and he damn well hopes to prove that. ]

It's not like I don't understand what I'm getting into. I'm not all that innocent. You don't have to treat me like I am... What's the big deal? People do it all the time.

[ Yeah, first times might be special, but Epel's stubborn when he wants to be. Not much will change his mind, aside from Rook saying that he didn't want to.

In an attempt to reassure Rook of this fact, to distract him from his uncertainty, he tilts his head to catch Rook's lips again. ]

How true..... I wouldn't want to disparage your strength of heart, of course. But how could I not want to do right by you?

[So stubborn..... But if Epel really wants to do this, should he not respect his decision? For now, at least, Rook will do his best ignore his misgivings; he melts into the kiss willingly enough, an edge of hunger creeping in as he reciprocates. How could it not, now that Epel has finally managed to get through his uniform and touch skin on skin?]

[ It's a relief that Rook seems to relax back down into the kiss. Enough that it quells some of Epel's worries.... but certainly not all of them, not even close. His hands relax against Rook's skin. Notably, he doesn't seem to explore much more yet, instead focusing his attention on the kiss, on the way their hips press up against each other. His hands had plenty to touch, to grab, without shifting to get Rook actually undressed.

Those small hands trace along the shape of his waist, his hips, then slowly back up. The touches are gentle, sweet, kind, even with his stubborn tone and insistence. The kiss, too, was far softer now despite the hunger on his side too. He really hadn't expected Rook to call him on moving so quickly. Oh well - he can prove he's ready by shifting himself down against Rook, by not being shy about the fact his body had absolutely been reacting already to everything they were doing. The small motions, grinding down against Rook, has Epel making a soft noise against his lips, embarrassing as it was. ]

[No answer, hmmm? Somehow, he's not surprised. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Intimacy is something you need to ease into, ideally. As sweet and soft as Epel is being, though..... well, something isn't as soft as his touches. A strong hand curves over Epel's ass, squeezing encouragingly as he pulls Epel closer against him.

Go on, you can do it. This is what you want, right? If Epel is determined to see this through, then Rook will let him do his best.]

[ Really, Epel was jumping into this in full force. He wanted to prove himself even further to Rook. After all, Rook already had the opportunity to be with someone who was no doubt talented at this all... So, he needs to prove he has what it takes, too. Is it a little bit of competitive spirit? Yeah, a little. It's hard not to be, when someone like Vil was the one he was 'competing' with.

The hand against his ass draws another soft noise from him, encouraging him to grind his hips down further against Rook. Pulling back from the kiss, Epel begins to trail careful kisses down along his jaw, tentative and experimental. ]

[Of course it would boil down to a competition, wouldn't it? Epel has always chafed under Vil's restrictions, always felt the need to equal and surpass him if he ever hoped to live the way he pleased. It's hardly something Epel needs to compare himself against, but..... He'll surely measure himself by that ruler whether or not he's reassured, won't he?

Still, for his first time? Epel is doing quite well for himself. Rook twitches in interest as Epel grinds down against him, all but purring as he lets his head fall back to give Epel access to as much skin as he could like. It's not like him to be so passive, but..... well, Epel deserves the chance to explore uninterrupted, doesn't he? After all, this is a learning experience for him. He needs to decide if that purely theoretical truth still applies in practice!]

Mmmm..... what do you think, Monsieur Pommette? Is being dominant everything you had hoped it would be, so far?

[ Why did Rook have to go and ask that?! Epel can feel the way his hands still briefly against Rook, the way his breath catches, the blood rushes again to his face. Was Rook teasing him? Genuinely asking? It's difficult to tell. Either way, it's a question that drives him to huff a bit. He knows he's new at this, knows he's not all that great at knowing what the next step is just yet, but...!! Such a question only serves to embarrass him. ]

Don't ask something like that all of a sudden...!

[ The complaint is given, his nails pressing in against Rook, before he decides to get his revenge in another way -- he brings his lips down to the crook of his neck, taking some of that sensitive skin into his mouth and biting down, grinding his hips down harder. Maybe-- MAYBE, this would keep Rook from asking embarrassing things like that. ]

Ahahahaha! Should I take that as a yes?

[Oh, is he getting punished for asking? Even in spite of his laughter, there's no denying that Rook is starting to get hard himself, between being bitten so hard on such sensitive skin, nails digging into his chest, and the way Epel grinds against him so intently. Is it suddenly becoming a little clearer, why Rook had dismissed the idea of a simple hickey as being rough?

This won't even come close to stopping him from asking such things. If anything, Epel's only going to suffer worse because of it.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject