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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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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.

With Themis fully sheathed against him he can't help but let out a choked gasp, nails pressing little crescent moons into his friend's milky white skin. It's a lot to process, a lot to get used to...but it's more than he could've ever imagined. Was it supposed to feel this good?

Hearing his name sends a jolt down his spine, hips canting upward just a bit at the sound. He can't help but bite his own lower lip, eyes roaming up and down the expanse of Themis' body. He's beautiful. He'll never forget such a sight.

"Amazing...it's so..."

Good? Nice? Exquisite? Words don't seem to work for him at the moment, but the adoration reflected in his eyes surly speaks volumes.

Small as the movement was, when Erichthonios moves his hips, Themis draws in his breath sharply, shuddering at the sudden rush of sensation from his friend's cock moving inside him. Instincts tell him to keep moving, and so he lifts himself slightly and thrusts down on Erichthonios again.

It's unlike anything he could hypothesize or even describe. There's a little discomfort but not enough to notice thanks to magic. Mostly it's so wondrous and electric and intimate. The Emissary's cheeks flare with heat as his heart pounds, but he dare not say anything about how deeply connected he feels to the other male at this very moment.

Instead, he keeps moving on him, creating a mostly steady rhythm only interrupted by his experience at such strong sensations.

As Themis lifts and lowers his hips Erichthonios can practically see stars, unable to help the desperate groans that slip free from his lips. It's almost impossible to process the sensation, to get over just how warm and wet his friend felt wrapped around him. Nothing else he'd experienced so far in his life felt quite as good as this. If it had, maybe life would've been more pleasant.

He keeps his eyes fixed on Themis, hands supporting his hips as he lets him move as he pleases. He doesn't want to restrain him in any way, rather he'd much prefer rocking along in time with him - which he does to the best of his ability.

"Oh stars...Themis..."

Of course Themis is trying to remain as composed as he can, but that plan is quite rapidly unraveling. He has not experienced anything like this either, nothing so indulgent and pleasurable, and he hardly knows what to do with himself.

All he does know is that when Erichthonios moves along with him, it feels even better than before. "Yes," He groans, half hunching forward as though he might melt if he tries to hold himself up any longer. "Like that... Erichthonios..." He has no idea if it's the 'right' way to go about things but that hardly matters when they're clearly enjoying it.

It's so unbecoming of the both of them to make such noises, he thinks, unable to help himself as Themis moans out his name and encourages him. It twists his gut in all the right ways as a heat begins to build in his lower belly, causing him to dig his nails deeper into his friend's hips. It's hard to be open about how he feels - they were actively discouraged when it came to being overly emotional - but right now? His soul is bared completely for Themis to see...not that he hadn't already seen his true form already.

"Themis...oh Themis..." He pants his name like a mantra, bucking up into him. He's truly sublime.

It truly is and Elidibus is grateful there's no one important that could possibly overhear them at the moment (imagine Lahabrea's reactions...) but he also finds that he doesn't care enough to try and stop it. The sounds that Erichthonios makes are so endearing, and his own name from those lips is a special kind of thrill with each little syllable.

Needless to say he doesn't know to try and hold back or anything else and his orgasm rushes up quickly on him. With a final shudder and Erichthonios' name still on his lips, he reaches his release, unaware at first of the mess it makes as it spills against his partner's stomach. It's another strange, new sensation, making his whole body feel soft and pliant in addition to the ecstasy he's in. It leaves him speechless even as he continues to rock against Erichthonios' body in pursuit of pleasure.

It's a relief, truly, that no one would be able to interrupt them right now. This was a sacred moment shared between them and them alone. The sight of Themis becoming undone atop him, spilling all over his middle has Erichthonios following shortly after as he grips him tight to hold in place as his own orgasm hits him. He groans out his name like a prayer, mind blank as he fills the boy atop him with his release. Nothing could ever come close to the ecstasy he felt right here and now. He can't imagine any conjured up concept ever could.

At the first opportunity he can take he's weakly pulling Themis down to kiss him, chest heaving as he pants. It's hard to think at all right now but that's okay. He's more than happy to simply enjoy the warmth and closeness of the body atop him.

It's a very strange sensation, having Erichthonios finish inside of him, yet it's very satisfying at the same time. And he is only too happy to melt down against the other boy's body as he's pulled down. He returns the kiss almost too sweetly for what they were up to, but he's just feeling ... happy. What a rare and odd emotion.

He's content with the silence for now, processing everything (or trying to) himself as he cuddles up close to Erichthonios. There's no way he wants to leave anytime soon.

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