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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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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.