[They're almost letters, in that sense. Myriad letters, love and longing and simple updates. The same sort of letters he'd send from Rhodes to Kjerag, if Enciodes was not on the landship. The same letters which would earn him a kiss as soon as Enciodes returned, or Gnosis did, whichever happened first. Letters that would inevitably end up scattered on one of their desks as someone wound up on top of it.
Five months of texts are basically the same thing, except the only thing to scatter over their environment is clothing and melting snowflakes.]
Long enough... [Gnosis ventures, trailing his fingers down now, to the buttons on Enciodes' shirt,] that the both of us might find restful sleep, for once.
...and I suppose, [smirking now,] I am just a touch colder than usual.
You are always so icy, my dear. It's why I take so much joy in watching you melt.
[ Gnosis gets little tail flicks in amusement, though Enciodes does make a point to brush his tail off of him so he can settle his hands on his husband's waist instead. Rather, one of them, as the other swiftly finds Gnosis' tail feathers to bury in. He can't help but think how, despite all the faults in his life and the turmoil and the hardships, Enciodes is still the luckiest man alive. The miserable parts of his life don't even hold a candle to how happy Gnosis makes him. How he's had such a perfect friend, perfect partner, with him… Maybe Kjeragandr truly decided to grace him? ]
Seems only right… we break in this new bed if we're to stay here for an indeterminate amount of time. [ Which is his way of saying "I'm about to throw you against this bed, don't worry. ] But if I have your permission to wear you out, that won't be an issue.
[Enciodes just barely got here some time ago and Gnosis is already hopping into his pants sorry not sorry— five months is a long time to go without getting lovingly railed by your husband, okay! He hasn't been thinking about anything intimate since he arrived, and now Enciodes is doing that thing he does that's very hot (installing a better system of government for the uncontrollable populace) and maybe Gnosis has been a little more lonely than he thought.
Also, hand in his tailfeathers. That does things to him.]
I have more energy than I expected to have ever since your arrival. By all means, you may have me in any way you'd want.
[Gross.
Impatient hands are already pulling open that shirt, though Gnosis doesn't immediately wrest his husband's arms free of the sleeves. Rather, his fingertips wander the expanse of Enciodes' chest, to the scars across his skin, tracing them with a certain fondness he always expresses for them. There are myriads, of course, but Gnosis has each one memorized regardless; a simple task, to commit each mark upon Enciodes' skin to memory, especially ones he's dragged his lips over before.
Tonight, his lips press to the snow leopard's neck with fluttering kisses, and any bite marks that he may choose to leave are in places easily hidden by a shirt collar.]
[ For the most part, Enciodes’ thoughts about his very cute crane is all sweet and saccharine and somehow very innocent despite essentially grabbing his ass. All of that is out the window once his hand is against his chest, though. A shiver runs down his spine — the feeling of the Gnosis’ skin against his own near instantly making him want more.
And the biting. Oh how he’ll return those tenfold. Enciodes lifts Gnosis off of him just enough that he can easily push him back into the bed and crawl over him instead. He’ll shed away the rest of his shirt before working on unbuttoning his own, impatient tail flicking behind him. One might assume with how desperately he’s trying to undress Gnosis that he was the one who hadn’t seen his husband in months, and not just a couple of days. ]
Left in an unfamiliar place with primitive technology and with little time to worry about your appearance, yet somehow you are still the most gorgeous being in the world.
[Gnosis is fond of his layers, so Enciodes will have quite the time getting everything above the belt, but surely it's nothing they aren't mutually used to. There's a new scar on his ribs just underneath the left pectoral — large and uneven, like an oversized bullet scar in appearance, from where his fear monster had punctured him. Part of him hadn't wanted to show Enciodes, knowing he'd feel bad, but alas...
He lies back against the mattress afterwards, where one hand is immediately at the base of Enciodes' tail to stroke the fur in a way that's playful and undoubtedly about to be real horny.]
You say that as if I don't spend time making sure I look half-decent before going out. [He's concerned with his appearance! ...you know, except for when he's fallen asleep in the lab.] It's akin to how Kjerag used to be, if you recall. But enough of that...
[Don't get him started on technology in the bedroom, please, you'll never be able to get it up. Gnosis' free hand trails from the expanse of his husband's chest down to his abdomen, lower still to the hem of his pants, where his fingertips hover just below the waistband. Teasing, wanting... he cants his head a few degrees and smirks up at Enciodes through the gloom.]
I sincerely doubt you're in the position to be contradictory with me, you know. [ He says, as if Gnosis isn't the type to be contradictory in any position. There's still a few desperate kisses against Gnosis' neck once he's shifted the collar enough to reveal all the skin there. ] I could live thousands of years, and wake up to your face every single day, and not once tire of seeing it.
[ A few more kisses, for good measure, before he's ripping off the layers. Not literally, of course. He doesn't want to sincerely damage his clothes, but there's an urgency to the way he pulls and tugs at Gnosis' clothes that he's less of the graceful politician and more of a wild beast about it.
He does stop, briefly, however. When he spots that new scar. He just stares at it for a good few seconds, recalling the texts he's went through and just letting his mind buzz with worry for a moment, before flicking his eyes up at Gnosis. This is the thing he feared most about learning Gnosis had been on his own. This is the thing that worried him about learning he's had to go through so much. He's so overly protective at this point that even if there's nothing Enciodes could have feasibly done, he still feels as though this is his fault for not being good enough.
…
Gently now, he brushes aside the clothes and unbuttons what he needs to, putting his layers off to one side as he adjusts himself between Gnosis' legs, holding his hips and leaning down so he can press a couple apologetic kisses against his lower stomach. He doesn't know what to say. How does he even start to apologize for something like this? ]
[He wants to comfort him. It's alright, that scar is over a month old by this point, he's fine, you don't need to worry... the words will fall on deaf ears, of course, and he knows this as well as anybody. Enciodes' fretting was expected.
Gnosis doesn't try to stop it, instead running a hand through those silvery curls of his. Soft, just like he remembers it being, despite the fact Enciodes almost never brushes his hair and either Gnosis or Weiss always had to attack him with a comb before it got unruly.]
I hope you don't expect to get away without the same treatment. [The scar-kissing, he means.] I haven't been able to put my lips on the canvas that is your body in months.
[ The part of him that wanted to fret more is almost instantly throttled somehow. "Somehow." Gnosis knows Enciodes well enough to quell his worries like this, doesn't he? That's dangerous for a man like Enciodes, and yet he finds this quality in Gnosis so charming.
The tail perks up with his mood, swatting the tip around in amusement as he moves his mouth away. ] If that's the case… this once, I need to spoil you, don't I? After all, it hasn't even been half as long for me. [ Yes, he is purring. ] I'm not so sure I'm ready to be bossed around, but maybe you can tell me what you want, anyway~?
[Gnosis loves that purr, by Kjeragandr. It's been so long since he's heard it full-force, that deep rumble in Enciodes' chest. He's damn gorgeous in any light, any which way, but especially when he's so pleased that he's purring and his tail is doing its own thing.
Gnosis wears a lopsided smirk, still carding his fingers through those curls, rubbing behind his ears.]
I wonder if you and your libido would make it longer than a month without even so much as a salacious phone call from me. [He's willing to bet that Enciodes would be fine, but even so, Gnosis does love to taunt him.] Undress and let me up. It's been a long while since I've been on my knees for you, hasn't it?
[ He absolutely would be fine! But he also hates the thought of being apart from Gnosis for more than a week or two, so he doesn't like to think about that regardless. Instead, he brushes a thumb over Gnosis' cheek finally, appreciating that smug little smirk and that pretty glint in his eye. Sigh. He loves this bird so much— ]
For you, perhaps… [ Unsurprising he would ask for such. ] Surprised you lasted this long without something in your mouth, honestly.
[ Enciodes does roll off of Gnosis here to sit at the edge of their bed, so he can somewhat slowly work un unbuttoning his top. ] You know, I know I asked what you want, but you could say please.
You'd be surprised what the powers of "not having my darling husband around to lavish" does for a man and his sex drive, or sudden lack thereof.
[Because, yeah, Gnosis sure didn't lay in bed at night thinking "wish I had a dick to suck right now", it was more along the lines of "I wish my husband were here but also I don't wish that at all, this place sucks," and in the end he's almost more glad to have Enciodes here than not. So.
The latter comment, though, makes him roll his eyes.]
Really. You'd make me beg after such an earnest request? [Gnosis knows he would. He's also helping now, unbuttoning Enciodes' pants to pull them down. Those are in the way, thanks.] You and I both know that, even despite your inclinations toward being in total control, you'd never reject getting to stuff yourself down my throat.
[Mm. Romantic.
But Gnosis gets down on his knees either way, on the hard wood of the bedroom floor overlaid with some gaudy fur rug, and after Enciodes is freed of his clothing entirely, he decides he's going to lay it on thick if his husband is going to make such requests. Thus does he lay his head against Enciodes' inner thigh and look up at him with big, gold eyes, trailing his fingertips along the opposite leg in idle back-and-forth motions.]
I just simply don't want you to forget your manners. [ Realistically, he wouldn't have even said anything if Gnosis had flatly said "please" and moved on.
This, though? Way better. Ooooh, so so so much better. The shiver down his spine might be subtle, but the way he straightens his back out to hold in a sigh probably isn't so subtle. He reaches a hand out to brush some of the strands of hair from Gnosis' face to tuck it behind his ear, and then swing his tail around Gnosis' back. Perhaps he'll feel the amused patting against him as the tip of it flicks around. ]
Now, that's much better, my love. How your voice manages to rival even the sweetest of songs continues to baffle me.
I could say the same of you, [Gnosis coos, sliding his hands to Enciodes' hips to hold them, letting his talons catch on the skin just enough to elicit a stinging sensation and nothing more.] But I've had enough of the sound of my own voice. I desire to hear yours when you come undone.
[Gnosis will not be shutting up entirely, though, because he's going to be moaning around a dick in his mouth in a minute here. For now? He's a slow lover, careful in the way he laps at Enciodes, teasing the tip of him with the barest kitten-licks of his tongue. The both of them know that this isn't enough and is more liable to create protest, but Gnosis also tends to like to tease. So.
He moves his head down only an inch or so and lets his tongue glide on the undersides of those sensitive barbs, kissing and sucking there with full intent to make his husband go insane before the night is over.]
Well, I certainly could never tired of it, my darling. I won't complain tonight, however. This night is all about you, after all.
[ Imagine shutting up for one second? Certainly couldn't be these two. Enciodes might be incredibly aroused as it is, and he'd be lying if he said he weren't extremely antsy for touch at this point — something he's bound to make incredibly apparent seconds from now — but in the immediate moment, he's thumbing through Gnosis' head feathers and taking in his cute expression, and the pretty golds of his eyes. Sorry, maybe "cute" is a bad descriptor when his tongue is against Enciodes' dick. Alas, it's the word that comes to mind when he sees him like this all the same.
He does get a jolt followed by a hum when his flicks against the barbs, though. There's a breathy chuckle. ] I see even a few months without me hasn't made you forget how to drive me crazy, hm…?
[Of course, even when he's getting head, Enciodes doesn't shut up for a single second. It's as endearing as it is playfully infuriating; Gnosis makes it a personal goal of his to make the man fall into some sort of speechlessness whenever they do anything intimate together, and tonight is no different. Though he does feel slightly out of practice, trying to remember how to make his tongue work...
Well, he gets over that pretty quickly, in any case. Talk is cheap, and he'd much rather spend the night lathing his tongue over every inch he can. The barbs on the head first, of course, then lower, just underneath the glans, lower still with a languid drag of his tongue down the shaft. There's a teasing, brief suck to the base, nebulously along one side, before he's dragging his mouth back up to the tip again. It's a whole song and dance, one that he repeats a few times as he digs his nails into Enciodes' thighs.
Only after he's sure he's teased his husband enough does Gnosis bother to take just the head into his mouth, flexing his jaw and flattening his tongue along the underside to accommodate the size.]
[ "Even" when he's getting head? No, no, he especially doesn't shut up when getting head. How could he? When they're intimate is also when they're most alone. No one watching, no one speculating things about them, no one scheming their downfall, no stepping on egg shells at all. Just him and Gnosis, so it's the best time to let him know all his thoughts completely unfettered. He loves you, Gnosis, and damn it if he isn't going to let you know.
His tail thumps against the bed in some mix of excitement and frustration. He doesn't tell Gnosis to hurry, of course. For starters because this feels amazing even if he does want more, but also because he knows if he does, Gnosis would just drag it out longer. He has to hold onto the bedsheets tightly so he's not tempted to reach down and tug the Liberi's hair and feathers. Oh, if only he could also kiss Gnosis stupid while he was doing this somehow... Not that he's sure he'd have the breath to do that for very long. He's gasping far too much whenever Gnosis works on those sensitive barbs. ]
...My love, even the greatest highs in life could... nnh-never compare to how you manage to make me feel. [ He opens his mouth aain to say more, but cuts short with a moan when his head is surrounded by the damp warmth of his husband's mouth. Fuck, that feels amazing. He wasn't even the one who'd been gone from Gnosis that long, and yet he still feels that sense of "I missed this". Perhaps he always feels this way, though? ] Haa... careful, Gnosis, I'm sure you don't want me to tip over so soon...
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Five months of texts are basically the same thing, except the only thing to scatter over their environment is clothing and melting snowflakes.]
Long enough... [Gnosis ventures, trailing his fingers down now, to the buttons on Enciodes' shirt,] that the both of us might find restful sleep, for once.
...and I suppose, [smirking now,] I am just a touch colder than usual.
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[ Gnosis gets little tail flicks in amusement, though Enciodes does make a point to brush his tail off of him so he can settle his hands on his husband's waist instead. Rather, one of them, as the other swiftly finds Gnosis' tail feathers to bury in. He can't help but think how, despite all the faults in his life and the turmoil and the hardships, Enciodes is still the luckiest man alive. The miserable parts of his life don't even hold a candle to how happy Gnosis makes him. How he's had such a perfect friend, perfect partner, with him… Maybe Kjeragandr truly decided to grace him? ]
Seems only right… we break in this new bed if we're to stay here for an indeterminate amount of time. [ Which is his way of saying "I'm about to throw you against this bed, don't worry. ] But if I have your permission to wear you out, that won't be an issue.
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Also, hand in his tailfeathers. That does things to him.]
I have more energy than I expected to have ever since your arrival. By all means, you may have me in any way you'd want.
[Gross.
Impatient hands are already pulling open that shirt, though Gnosis doesn't immediately wrest his husband's arms free of the sleeves. Rather, his fingertips wander the expanse of Enciodes' chest, to the scars across his skin, tracing them with a certain fondness he always expresses for them. There are myriads, of course, but Gnosis has each one memorized regardless; a simple task, to commit each mark upon Enciodes' skin to memory, especially ones he's dragged his lips over before.
Tonight, his lips press to the snow leopard's neck with fluttering kisses, and any bite marks that he may choose to leave are in places easily hidden by a shirt collar.]
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And the biting. Oh how he’ll return those tenfold. Enciodes lifts Gnosis off of him just enough that he can easily push him back into the bed and crawl over him instead. He’ll shed away the rest of his shirt before working on unbuttoning his own, impatient tail flicking behind him. One might assume with how desperately he’s trying to undress Gnosis that he was the one who hadn’t seen his husband in months, and not just a couple of days. ]
Left in an unfamiliar place with primitive technology and with little time to worry about your appearance, yet somehow you are still the most gorgeous being in the world.
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He lies back against the mattress afterwards, where one hand is immediately at the base of Enciodes' tail to stroke the fur in a way that's playful and undoubtedly about to be real horny.]
You say that as if I don't spend time making sure I look half-decent before going out. [He's concerned with his appearance! ...you know, except for when he's fallen asleep in the lab.] It's akin to how Kjerag used to be, if you recall. But enough of that...
[Don't get him started on technology in the bedroom, please, you'll never be able to get it up. Gnosis' free hand trails from the expanse of his husband's chest down to his abdomen, lower still to the hem of his pants, where his fingertips hover just below the waistband. Teasing, wanting... he cants his head a few degrees and smirks up at Enciodes through the gloom.]
I've needed this for some time.
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[ A few more kisses, for good measure, before he's ripping off the layers. Not literally, of course. He doesn't want to sincerely damage his clothes, but there's an urgency to the way he pulls and tugs at Gnosis' clothes that he's less of the graceful politician and more of a wild beast about it.
He does stop, briefly, however. When he spots that new scar. He just stares at it for a good few seconds, recalling the texts he's went through and just letting his mind buzz with worry for a moment, before flicking his eyes up at Gnosis. This is the thing he feared most about learning Gnosis had been on his own. This is the thing that worried him about learning he's had to go through so much. He's so overly protective at this point that even if there's nothing Enciodes could have feasibly done, he still feels as though this is his fault for not being good enough.
…
Gently now, he brushes aside the clothes and unbuttons what he needs to, putting his layers off to one side as he adjusts himself between Gnosis' legs, holding his hips and leaning down so he can press a couple apologetic kisses against his lower stomach. He doesn't know what to say. How does he even start to apologize for something like this? ]
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[He wants to comfort him. It's alright, that scar is over a month old by this point, he's fine, you don't need to worry... the words will fall on deaf ears, of course, and he knows this as well as anybody. Enciodes' fretting was expected.
Gnosis doesn't try to stop it, instead running a hand through those silvery curls of his. Soft, just like he remembers it being, despite the fact Enciodes almost never brushes his hair and either Gnosis or Weiss always had to attack him with a comb before it got unruly.]
I hope you don't expect to get away without the same treatment. [The scar-kissing, he means.] I haven't been able to put my lips on the canvas that is your body in months.
[gross—]
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The tail perks up with his mood, swatting the tip around in amusement as he moves his mouth away. ] If that's the case… this once, I need to spoil you, don't I? After all, it hasn't even been half as long for me. [ Yes, he is purring. ] I'm not so sure I'm ready to be bossed around, but maybe you can tell me what you want, anyway~?
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Gnosis wears a lopsided smirk, still carding his fingers through those curls, rubbing behind his ears.]
I wonder if you and your libido would make it longer than a month without even so much as a salacious phone call from me. [He's willing to bet that Enciodes would be fine, but even so, Gnosis does love to taunt him.] Undress and let me up. It's been a long while since I've been on my knees for you, hasn't it?
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For you, perhaps… [ Unsurprising he would ask for such. ] Surprised you lasted this long without something in your mouth, honestly.
[ Enciodes does roll off of Gnosis here to sit at the edge of their bed, so he can somewhat slowly work un unbuttoning his top. ] You know, I know I asked what you want, but you could say please.
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[Because, yeah, Gnosis sure didn't lay in bed at night thinking "wish I had a dick to suck right now", it was more along the lines of "I wish my husband were here but also I don't wish that at all, this place sucks," and in the end he's almost more glad to have Enciodes here than not. So.
The latter comment, though, makes him roll his eyes.]
Really. You'd make me beg after such an earnest request? [Gnosis knows he would. He's also helping now, unbuttoning Enciodes' pants to pull them down. Those are in the way, thanks.] You and I both know that, even despite your inclinations toward being in total control, you'd never reject getting to stuff yourself down my throat.
[Mm. Romantic.
But Gnosis gets down on his knees either way, on the hard wood of the bedroom floor overlaid with some gaudy fur rug, and after Enciodes is freed of his clothing entirely, he decides he's going to lay it on thick if his husband is going to make such requests. Thus does he lay his head against Enciodes' inner thigh and look up at him with big, gold eyes, trailing his fingertips along the opposite leg in idle back-and-forth motions.]
Please, Enciodes?
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This, though? Way better. Ooooh, so so so much better. The shiver down his spine might be subtle, but the way he straightens his back out to hold in a sigh probably isn't so subtle. He reaches a hand out to brush some of the strands of hair from Gnosis' face to tuck it behind his ear, and then swing his tail around Gnosis' back. Perhaps he'll feel the amused patting against him as the tip of it flicks around. ]
Now, that's much better, my love. How your voice manages to rival even the sweetest of songs continues to baffle me.
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[Gnosis will not be shutting up entirely, though, because he's going to be moaning around a dick in his mouth in a minute here. For now? He's a slow lover, careful in the way he laps at Enciodes, teasing the tip of him with the barest kitten-licks of his tongue. The both of them know that this isn't enough and is more liable to create protest, but Gnosis also tends to like to tease. So.
He moves his head down only an inch or so and lets his tongue glide on the undersides of those sensitive barbs, kissing and sucking there with full intent to make his husband go insane before the night is over.]
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[ Imagine shutting up for one second? Certainly couldn't be these two. Enciodes might be incredibly aroused as it is, and he'd be lying if he said he weren't extremely antsy for touch at this point — something he's bound to make incredibly apparent seconds from now — but in the immediate moment, he's thumbing through Gnosis' head feathers and taking in his cute expression, and the pretty golds of his eyes. Sorry, maybe "cute" is a bad descriptor when his tongue is against Enciodes' dick. Alas, it's the word that comes to mind when he sees him like this all the same.
He does get a jolt followed by a hum when his flicks against the barbs, though. There's a breathy chuckle. ] I see even a few months without me hasn't made you forget how to drive me crazy, hm…?
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Well, he gets over that pretty quickly, in any case. Talk is cheap, and he'd much rather spend the night lathing his tongue over every inch he can. The barbs on the head first, of course, then lower, just underneath the glans, lower still with a languid drag of his tongue down the shaft. There's a teasing, brief suck to the base, nebulously along one side, before he's dragging his mouth back up to the tip again. It's a whole song and dance, one that he repeats a few times as he digs his nails into Enciodes' thighs.
Only after he's sure he's teased his husband enough does Gnosis bother to take just the head into his mouth, flexing his jaw and flattening his tongue along the underside to accommodate the size.]
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His tail thumps against the bed in some mix of excitement and frustration. He doesn't tell Gnosis to hurry, of course. For starters because this feels amazing even if he does want more, but also because he knows if he does, Gnosis would just drag it out longer. He has to hold onto the bedsheets tightly so he's not tempted to reach down and tug the Liberi's hair and feathers. Oh, if only he could also kiss Gnosis stupid while he was doing this somehow... Not that he's sure he'd have the breath to do that for very long. He's gasping far too much whenever Gnosis works on those sensitive barbs. ]
...My love, even the greatest highs in life could... nnh-never compare to how you manage to make me feel. [ He opens his mouth aain to say more, but cuts short with a moan when his head is surrounded by the damp warmth of his husband's mouth. Fuck, that feels amazing. He wasn't even the one who'd been gone from Gnosis that long, and yet he still feels that sense of "I missed this". Perhaps he always feels this way, though? ] Haa... careful, Gnosis, I'm sure you don't want me to tip over so soon...