Note: Hoo boy, this chapter is purely just smut and smut only. If you don't like it, then skip this entire chapter.
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The kisses were chaste at first, their lips plush against one another, clean-cut, until Achillean's tongue slithered its way into the other's lips, rapid and unyielding, threatening to drink Ingressus whole; and before Ingressus could respond, Achillean retreated his tongue, leaving a lingering lick on Ingressus' upper lip, eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
"You shouldn't do something if you don't know the consequences," Ingressus teased, his voice strained. His half-lidded gaze was loving, dripping with sugary red.
"I was looking forward this the--" Achillean gasped, "The moment I was told you were also in this inn--"
"So you expected me to reject you, yet you wanted this?" Ingressus laughed exasperatedly at his mate's ridiculousness. His arms were snug around Achillean's waist, occasionally running through his back, and sometimes his palm supported the Nestoris' neck, while Ingressus planted soft kisses trailing along the furiously pulsing vein. His face shifted lower as he placed gentle pecks on Achillean's chest, with a caress on his firm abdomen, growing dangerously near the desperate heat-- before Ingressus kissed his way up.
Achillean inhaled, tilting his head, adjusting to the odd sensation while giving space for Ingressus. His body shifted as he grasped the sheets, struggling to keep his breathing even and steady. He choked. His chest heaved hastily. His eyes squeezed shut under the recognizable wave of pleasure that swept over him again. He snapped his shivering legs shut, the sensation in his groin growing more scorching every passing moment.
"Hah...ah, no blemishes," Achillean managed to gasp in surrender, "We have an image to-- mmph!" He was muffled by a kiss again.
Ingressus leaned forward, returning the gesture this time, assertive, exploring the steamy moistness beyond Achillean's lips. One hand was freed from his back, a finger placed below Achillean's chin, tilting it slightly for better access; his tongue twisted around the other's mouth, licking and siphoning every breath away in a single motion, lighting countless sparks across Achillean's body.
Ingressus broke off from the kiss, a trail of saliva gleamed around his lower lip, followed by him licking it, which proved to be terribly seductive; Achillean's entire body burned while his legs begged to give in. It didn't help that Ingressus continued to kiss him again, a moan unwittingly escaping the Nestoris once their lips connected.
His head was drunk on lust. Achillean raised his free arms, snaking them around Ingressus' glorious, blood orange markings, hungrily tasting every fragment while caressing every zigzag. It was his anchor, a piece of driftwood he clawed onto in the raging sea of desire. A ravenous need bolted around the corners of his mind as his chaotic hands travelled around the torso, just before both of them were pinned by Ingressus' own.
He wrenched his arms out free for a few seconds, but the next moment he found his effort futile, his own hands driven into the soft bedding once again, interlocked with his mate's rougher ones.
Every scar and callous and coarseness brought a familiar ache to his chest; but for now, it was his to hold. Achillean's heart fluttered with warmth, melting him whole: It was Ingressus' warmth-- overwhelming, yet soothing. He swore he was almost on edge when he could feel Ingressus' weight pressing onto him.
Crimson eyes were softened, awash by the golden ones which met his. Panting breaths and reddened cheeks and faintly opened eyes conveyed an unspoken feeling--
I love you. I want to be with you. I want to stay. I want to be yours forever--
They unanimously tightened their grip until it was painful to hold on, as if they would fall through the earth if they let go. Everything fell into silence except their delicate sighs, their hearts beating against one another, sweat slick against their bodies.
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Pledges [Ingressus x Achillean]
Fanfiction"I didn't know you wanted to..." Achillean shifted closer while Ingressus moved away. "Don't bring that up now, Achillean, the past should be put behind," Ingressus muttered. "I wish not to speak more about my inability to harness my emotions." ...