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It's the last thing Elidibus expected, after helping his greatest enemy of all. He expected his aether would be so thin that he would simply dissipate and, if lucky, resurface in the Aetherial Sea. His memories rushed to him like a great, heavy wave — so much stronger even than when the Warrior of Light had forced him to remember. Yet he'd barely had time to settle into them yet again when he appeared on a new plane altogether, a new world he did not recognize or know anything about, except for the sudden expectations listed off to each new arrival.

... Why was he chosen for such an affair? Had they kidnapped him, or was it some kind of mistake? Either way, it would seem for the moment that he and the large number of other beings from other realities are there to stay with no options of escape.

And so he wanders, a bit aimlessly, trying to get his bearings about him at the same time he attempts to adjust back to the man (the youth, really) he once was... No longer a primal, but fully aware of the duty he never finished, and everything that had led to it. And his friends, all his loved ones and friends, where were they? If he's honest with himself, he longs dearly to meet them again as he'd said. But in a place like this... well, it's not exactly the sunny skied paradise he'd had in mind. Especially when they had to do certain things to survive?

— One step at a time, perhaps. That's the best way to approach this. Still, curiosity has him wondering if he's truly here alone.

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He hoped to keep Erichthonios too busy to round back to that compliment, not knowing how to handle it and how happy it truly makes him to hear it from these particular lips. But it seems he is not able to escape. In his favor, at least, his answer is rather innocent in its straightforwardness. "Why would I?" For much of the time, he did not even have a reflection, probably. Regardless, he had no reason to look into mirrors! Nor has he been vain ...

But now that they've toppled onto the bed, he can crawl over Erichthonios' larger body (at least it is not nearly so gargantuan as his father's...) until his knees are on either side of the other's hips and he is sitting firmly upon him. That means of course he can feel Erichthonios' excitement building beneath him and pressing against his backside.

He hasn't decided quite what he'll do with that yet. For now he has the rest of the black robe to bunch up and push out of the way, leaving Erichthonios bare on top and only his lower half left to be rid of. It's still plenty to admire, the fine bit of muscle definition the younger man has, the velvet dark of his skin, exposed nipples begging to be touched ... "Hmm.." He muses aloud, pressing down against Erichthonios' body as he places a kiss against one nipple to see what happens.

He doesn't follow Themis' question with an answer, far too distracted suddenly by the fact he's clambering atop him and straddling either side of his hips. He isn't heavy against him by any means, if anything the weight and warmth of him is welcome, but that doesn't mean it doesn't leave him breathless. A breath hitches in his throat as he stares up at the other boy, unsure of what he has in mind for them, especially when his robes are pushed off and aside.

Not only does it feel as if he's eating him up with his eyes, but it feels as if he's staring right through him, body and soul bared. Still, he can't keep the smile off his face, happy to simply have his friend as close as he is. The hum has him tilting his head on the bed, for a better angle to observe Themis at, only for his eyes to go wide when the Emissary leans down to kiss his nipple. His lips are warm and soft, cause him to suck in a shaky breath. It's such a small touch and yet it feels incredible already.

"Ah..."

Just as planned. Not that Elidibus has all of this as planned out as he'd normally like, of course. Most of this is very experimental and following a physical instinct he's not even sure he had until it was required of him. It seems to be working, at the very least, so that's fine. Mostly he's discovering that he is really enjoying trying things to see how Erichthonios reacts to them...

Had he the soul sight like Emet-Selch, he would tell Erichthonios how brightly and beautifully his soul still burned, how it was precious and he would (never again) forget the precise shape and color. But showing his appreciation through his body should also do the trick. His own form continues to warm, threatening to squirm right on top of Erichthonios in his excitement.

His experiment a success, he leans in to kiss again, this time dragging his tongue over the delicate skin as well. First time jitters mixed with a sense that this feels almost a bit ... taboo? sends excitement straight to Themis' groin, and with how his pants are already stretched as he straddles the other boy, the tightness of growing arousal teases a moan right out of him. It feels a little too good, and certainly no one in any lifetime had ever expected that kind of sound out of the Emissary....

Maybe it's embarrassing that it doesn't take much to get him going, but Themis doesn't seem to mind and Erichthonios himself is too enraptured by the boy atop him to care how he looks right now. He's hard in his leggings and there's no way his friend can't feel it, but it's a relief to realize, as Themis presses down against him, that he also seems to be half hard.

The sound that slips forth from the Emissary has the warder's eyes wrenched wide, his face burning ever hotter. Themis was moaning, for him, because of him. Not because he was even being touched but simply because he was teasing the boy beneath him and seemed to enjoy it. Seemed to like touching him. Oh stars what had he done to deserve such attention?

The warm, wet tongue against his nipple has hitched breath escaping him as a soft groan, a pleading, needy sound. It's unseemly but if anything Erichthonios has always been honest about his feelings to a fault. Not sure what to do or even say he lets his hands settle on Themis' hips, thumbing the bones beneath his podea. He truly is lovely to behold.

It could be embarrassing, but what do they know? And what do they care, at least in Elidibus' case. He doesn't imagine he's going to share this side of Erichthonios with many, if any, people. He's perfectly content to keep it his own little secret. As for his own behavior, he's not gunning to have everyone else know about it either.

Yes, sure, he's already moaning when he himself has been barely touched, but it's fine. Erichthonios' responses are just that pleasing. He hears the neediness in the other's voice and he answers to it, putting his mouth over the nipple and sucking firmly before he goes to tease the other. Apparently these are points of the body to be remembered.

Certainly not all there is to enjoy though. Much fun as it is to torment Erichthonios' nipples, and encouraged by the hands on his own hips, Themis sits up a little bit to pry at the fastenings of the podea. These too must come off...

Admittedly, Erichthonios would be jealous if he had to share his friend with anyone else. Maybe it's wrong of him to think that way, even selfish, but couldn't he hope to be just a little bit? Themis atop him is an enrapturing sight, the light of the room illuminating his hair in a way that made him look even more divine. As he leans down again, this time to suckle a nipple and tweak the other, he's unable to stop his back from arching, his nails digging just a bit into the other boy's soft, milky sides.

As the fastenings of his podea are worked open he's unable to keep his hands still, letting them wander higher up Themis' sides to squeeze and touch his beautiful, unmarred skin. He lifts his hips to help facilitate the removal of his bottom garments, the flush so deep on his face it still shows through brightly on his dark skin. How tender he felt for this boy indeed. Right now he was more than willing to go along and do anything he asked of him.

"You're warm." He blurts out suddenly, feeling the need to fill the silence that had fallen between them. "I-It's...rather nice."

Themis would love to hear that. Perhaps later down the line once they've met more people, he can coax it out of Ericthonios. For now, they have each other and that's what matters and it's beautiful and Elidibus has not felt so alive for a thousand thousand years.

Once Erichthonios' under garments are taken care of, Themis sits back to look over all of him, committing it to memory like he's certain it will vanish. The squeezes and touches along his sides both make him grow hot and shiver at the same time, his arousal stirring from half to fully stiff. "You look good like this." He breaks his own silence with the comments, his own cheeks flushed though he has no idea.

"Erichthonios," He begins, rather serious as he settles back down against the other's lap. "I want you to touch me more." It was glorious and he has decided he's not had nearly enough. Although the question of what the next step in the intimacy process is is on his mind. Perhaps he should have consulted with Emet-Selch (or even Lahabrea) about this topic at some point.

When was the last time he was bared naked to anyone? Honestly he cannot recall. Perhaps not since he was a child being bathed by his parents. There's a light chill to his skin as the rest of his garments are set aside but he quickly finds himself warmed by the heat radiating off of Themis. The praise only helps to turn up the temperature as well, but he always had been weak to praise.

At the sound of his name he refocuses on Themis' face like an obedient dog, waiting to listen for a command from their master. It's a demand he's more than happy to follow, sweeping his palms over the front of the Emissary's chest, thumbs teasingly (and curiously) rubbing over perky pink nipples. They're soft, just like the rest of him is, and he can't help himself from tweaking one between said thumb and index finger.

"You look good like this too."

He feels lightheaded.

Lightheaded is one way to put it. Themis feels the same, even if he would not easily admit it to most people. Erichthonios has always been someone he felt he could rely on and confide in, though. He'd be glad at least that they feel the same. If Lahabrea's son desires to be praised, the least he can do after all this time, is indulge him. Not that it's difficult at this point when Elidibus is so pleased to remember and be whole and live again, here in the arms of someone so beloved.

Though he'd teased Erichthonios in the same way, he isn't expecting the reciprocation, or for it to feel as pleasantly surprising as it does. "Ah..." Oop, another sound escapes his lips. He feels his body tremble a bit, in newly discovered pleasure.

"We," He pauses a moment, to gather his breath and to allow himself to rock gently against Erichthonios where he sits upon his lap and his clear arousal. "Have only just started..." And that's kind of an amazing thought. But he's definitely looking forward to seeing what makes Erichthonios squirm next.

What a nice sound. He wants to hear it again. Wants to be the reason Themis makes it again. The fact they've only just started has his lashes lowering as the heat in his belly grows when Themis rocks against him. Stars...they've barely done anything and yet he's already straining against his undergarments, hands squeezing his friend's sides instinctively. The Emissary will find it won't take much at all to make him squirm.

"Ah...I suppose you are correct."

They have only just started, which is quite the concept indeed. Hopefully he wouldn't finish embarrassingly early when there was still so much more to explore and experience.

Ericthonios can at least take comfort in the fact that no one else is the reason he makes sounds like that, unbecoming as they may be for an Emissary of the Convocation of Fourteen. And speaking of stars, he's definitely seeing some when his gentle rocking creates a surprising amount of friction and it all goes immediately to his groin and the pit of his stomach.

He did not know that physical bodies could feel pleasure in such a way.

"Unless ..." He is starting to wonder if he'll be able to hold on without finishing too fast or doing something utterly embarrassing at this point. "You would rather take it slower..." He's sure their captors would be understanding about it. If they weren't, they could be dealt with. They would be.

"Slower?"

The word is panted out as a question, one that has Erichthonios' brows knitting behind his ginger bangs. Slower how? Wasn't this slow enough? There's a swallow as he smooths his hands up Themis' front, tracing the curve of his neck until he's cupping the boy's cheeks.

"That sounds somewhat torturous...but whatever you wish I will oblige. Anything."

Seriously, Themis could ask him for anything and he'd give it to him in that very moment, for better or worse.

If only Erichthonios was aware of the effect he had on Themis as well. Or maybe he is, he can't be sure. Either way, his own chest is pounding as those fingers trace over his form until they're touching his cheeks. It's so tender he feels as though his heart could burst.

"No..." He insists, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Erichthonios' collar in what he hopes is a soothing gesture.

"I meant if perhaps.. you didn't want to try it all at once." Both of them may be inexperienced at this but Elidibus knows they haven't gotten to the main event — and it's not mingling aether. He would be happy if they went until they could go no more, but he would be happy going all the way too. The other boy may not think this is so, but Themis would happily give him anything he'd ask for as well.

It's the very least he can do, for being remembered, and being loved.

"I want to." His answer comes quick, words hot on his tongue, as if it's being burned by them. If there was one thing Erichthonios shared with his father it was his fiery passion. Maybe he should've thought a second before giving his answer, but he can't help himself.

"I mean...I want to t-try...everything you're willing to give me."

And perhaps he only just remembers that passion, but he loves that. For Erichthonios and Lahabrea both, not that he need mention the latter if he ever says this aloud.

It makes Themis smile, despite how awkward and unusual all of this feels. What he's willing to give? There's very little he's not willing to give at this point. "Very well." He nods, trying to appear business like even though he's as hot and bothered as the man beneath him.

With no further discussion, he proceeds to remove them both of any remaining fabric between them until they are bare against one another, his eyes wide in wonder and excitement as a sort of thrill runs all through him. And when he's comfortable again, he starts to rock more earnestly against Erichthonios' lap, as if it's even necessary to arouse either of them further at this point. It's just ... fun.

It would be wise to not mention the latter, for a number of reasons. Erichthonios does not wish to think of his father right now, not while in the throws of passionate intimacy with a boy he had become so easily endeared to. Now bare skin against skin every sensation is heightened, every little movement from his friend has him gasping or whimpering. It isn't even as if they're doing much other than rocking against one another and yet...it's the most wonderful thing he's ever felt before.

Maybe it's because he's genuinely touch starved, for someone who was far more touchy feely or clingy than their society allowed. As Themis moves against him his hands easily settle on his hips, mouth dry as he swallows hotly, unable to pull his gaze away from his pretty face.

"Ah...it feels amazing."

Certainly, Elidibus could never be so foolish as to mention Erichthonios' own father in the throes of passion. He'll just keep it to himself. Anyway, his ability for sharp thinking is blurring a bit as he's overwhelmed by his own sense of pleasure. Strange, how strongly the physical form can take control of everything else. He would dislike it if he wasn't enjoying Erichthonios' company so much.

"Yes.." He agrees, a little breathless. It does feel amazing. And he keeps going, moving his hands along Erichthonios' longer frame as he rocks his hips forward. Truth be told he's not entirely certain how to proceed, though he knows that his body craves more and more. Inevitably...one of them could be inside of the other. The idea is a bit thrilling and a little anxious all at once, as vibrant blue eyes search the area around them for any sort of hint or aid to move along with this.

If nothing else, he is awfully good at improvising.

They're just grinding against one another and yet it already feels like so much. The thought briefly fills Erichthonios' mind, wondering what it'd be like to be inside his friend but...how would that work exactly? He's not sure, but the idea of it is nice. Would Themis think the same? He's not sure...but maybe he could ask him at some point.

Maybe.

He runs his hands up and down Themis' sides, simply enjoying the sensation of his skin beneath his fingertips. For something so simple to feel so satisfying...was it supposed to be this nice?

"You are so lovely...I feel lightheaded simply looking at you."

No Erichthonios, that's just the blood rushing to your dick.

It has crossed Themis’ mind, though he is not entirely certain on the logistics of it. Truly frustrating. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to Physical Bodies 101. But he is confident in their ability to figure it out together. They managed in Pandaemonium all those years ago.

Of course their special friend and Lahabrea did also help, but he is still inclined to believe they can handle this. After all he’s lived through, something so simple as enjoying Ericthonios’ company should be easy.

Not that he can even chide Ericthonios for such soft, silly words, because he feels it as well. His friend’s fingers feel nice against bared skin, and he can tell his body is silently encouraging him for more. “You’ll embarrass me…” He still manages to scold a little as he looks down at the lovely flush Erichthonios’ skin has taken on while they rock together. It is enough to have Elidibus reach behind himself, tentatively pressing his fingers near his entrance.

Magic is definitely going to be necessary, he concludes.”Ericthonios… will you, ah-“ he winces a little, his aether practically bubbling inside of him as he prepares to use his magicks. “-put yourself inside of me?” Truly not the most graceful thing to ask, but for once the Emissary can think of nothing more diplomatic to say.

Embarrass him? Really? Was that even possible? Themis was always so calm and collected and seemed to have all the answers. He always conducted himself with grace and an even-temperament. Would he really waver or be uncertain in a situation like this too?

The flush to his skin and face suggests otherwise, especially when he pops the question to Erichthonios. Ah, so he'd been thinking the same thing too then? His hands grip Themis' sides tightly on instinct as he swallows hotly, blinking up at the other boy with wide, red eyes.

"Y-Yes of course! I...I was thinking the same thing b-but..." How exactly is he supposed to say he isn't sure how to give Themis what he wants? "How should I...um..."

Surely no other soul could boast the feat of embarrassing Elidibus, but he really thinks Erichthonios fully capable. He’s so earnest and sweet, not to mention the way his nude form looks sprawled so nicely beneath him. He huffs softly, almost as if the emotions he feels are an inconvenience. Meanwhile magic emits from his fingers, spreading into his body to prepare it for the next logical step.

“Let me…” He murmurs, almost beside himself at the strange, cool sensation of his aether working against him. His fingers grasp Erichthonios’ cock gently as he lifts his hips to better put them in position, eyes closing as he begins to lower himself.

As Themis unwinds above him, preparing himself for what is yet to come, Erichthonios can't help but stare, utterly transfixed by him and what he decides to do next. His friend's slender fingers on his cock are already so much to process, but the sudden feeling of him pressing down against him, warm and wet and inviting is...

Well.

It's enough to leave him speechless and slack jawed, mouth gaping as the head of his cock is taken by him. His heart is beating so loudly in his chest that he can barely process any other sound but he knows he's making a keen little whine of his own. This was happening. He never thought something like this would happen - especially with Themis of all people. Stars above despite all the hardship in his life, he's blessed, if only for this moment.

The sight of Erichthonios’ response to him has Themis shuddering instinctively, his body awash with a sort of pleasure he’s certain he’s never felt before. Taking Ericthonios’ cock into his body is different than he expects. It’s bigger than he was thinking, and he winces a little as his magic wavers some. Yet he wouldn’t trade the sensations for anything in the world right now.

Panting softly, he lowers himself down further against that length, rocking his body forward a bit as he moves to accommodate the intrusion.

Certainly this never really crossed his mind as a scenario before, making the anticipation even that much sweeter the deeper he takes his friend inside. He wets his lips a bit frantically, and begins to rock a bit more, Erichthonios’ name just a breath away as it feels his whole form is squeezing around him in welcome.

He's panting, he realizes after a moment, as he finds himself being swallowed by Themis' body. He's warm, impossibly so, and the sensation as he rocks and presses down against him is enough to leave his mind blank. How exactly is he supposed to deal with this? What is he supposed to do now? Does he move? Does he groan? Oh...well, he's already doing that. But no, really, now what?

Thankfully instinct seems to guide him as his hands slide down to hold onto Themis' hips, guiding him further down his shaft as he lifts his hips up to meet him. Ah. It really is a lot, isn't it?

"Ah...T-Themis..." He moans out his name, wanton and desperate, unable to think of anything other than how beautiful he looks atop him. "Y-You truly feel wonderful..."

Hearing his name again makes him shiver, momentarily squeezing a bit tighter around Erichthonios’ cock. That in itself makes him moan a bit more than he’s really expecting, but it does not deter him in his task to be fully seated upon that somewhat daunting length.

Elidibus had no idea that something could feel this way, nevermind all the emotions he’s felt since seeing the boy beneath him again. It’s hard to focus on what’s even being said, though his thoughts are very much along the same line as Ericthonios’.

When at last he’s seated down as far as he can go, he breathes a sigh of relief almost, like he’s been holding his breath. “E-erich..thonios…” He murmurs, trembling a bit as his body practically pleads for at least one of them to start moving before he might burst. “Ah…” His thighs squeeze in a little, letting Erichthonios know that he’s doing just fine. More than fine, really.