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When Khyan made to feign due consideration of actually cutting into Æros, the Færie smiled, his laugh more of an exhale, but he was clearly amused nonetheless. While the idea of burying one's rune deep within one's anatomy had a strong appeal, it was simply not realistic. At least…not right now, and not with just the two of them alone. Ultimately, going with the location he did was fine by him because he genuinely wanted to enjoy the process as much as he could alone with his lover until the threshold sickness hit him.
The next thing the other boy said left more of a smirk on the mixed-blood's face. "Mm, yeah, that's where I got the idea. I was looking at a few things regarding anatomy and rune placement for Semblance. Logically, I think the first two cervical vertebrae make quite a bit of sense and us wearing the rune in the same place? Whyever would I mind?" Æros' smile evened out to something sweeter before granting Khy a quick little kiss.
The fact that he had never realized he could alter the pace of his stars' movement almost vexed him, in a way. Oh, had he known prior, he would've made rather frequent use of that trick for optics in a variety of scenarios. Absolutely tragic, that. It took a bit more focus than he had expected, sure, but now that he knew how, speeding them back up was a faster process than slowing them initially. For all the time spent messing around with his anatomy, the Færie found himself ever surprised at the sheer variety of things he could alter at will.
Once the galaxies on midnight skin had resumed their motion, Æros reopened his eyes and it was then that the other proposed his idea of what the two of them ought to use as ink. The half-elf giggled at the thought, the very idea of having such a mixture of theirs painted permanently on his skin amused him greatly. Perhaps almost a bit juvenile, but he didn't care– truthfully, between lovers, he didn't find it any stranger than an exchanging of blood which was far more common a choice.
There was also the fact that he would never say no to any excuse to make love to Khy, especially given the fact that sometimes their schedules would conflict and prevent the two young men from seeing one another. Given their age, their blood ran quite hot, so when an opportunity was to arise? Æros, for one, would be hard pressed to ever decline.
He also wasn't deaf to the nervousness in his partner's Symphony when it came to making such a suggestion. With the boy now in his arms, "...and worry not about things of this nature, dear one. We are far more similar than you might think." His voice was soft, sweet.
Everything aside, Æros did so adore Khyan and didn't want the other to worry when it came to making suggestions or being open with him in general. And then even where they differed, it was really rather difficult to make the half-elf uncomfortable in general. Given the myriad of strange things he himself has interest in or has gotten up to in the past, one would be hard pressed to say anything that would elicit a poor response even if the concept itself didn't inherently interest him.
When the two drew close and their lips met, Æros recognized the other's desire for a slower pace and of that he was happy to indulge. A lot of the time the two men were a bit frenzied, the larger of the pair liking to play rougher with his partner, but this was not the only way he could enjoy himself. The Færie was quite enamored with his beloved and so to slow down and really enjoy his partner's body, to take his time with the boy, he had zero complaints. And for as sheepish as he may be about his own emotions, he found himself deeply enjoying the romance of their intimacy in these moments, too.
The only thing Æros refrained from doing was using the sheer volume of æther he normally did to create the sort of resonant echo chamber of their Symphonies he had grown so fond of. He certainly still used his Craft, just to a more limited degree, not wanting to run the risk of tapping his own æther too low and jeopardizing his impending initiation. This did not actually harm his enjoyment that much at this point, actually. Because while the magic was less vibrant, Khy had become so good at pleasing him and he so adored his lover and the body of the boy that it was not at all difficult to get him on the edge of release repeatedly before the two finally decided to wrap things up.
Khy seemed quite pleased with himself, eyes set on the little bottle of their combined efforts. On his end, Æros found this amusing, laying back a bit as warmer colors swirled through the darker parts of his body. "Such a precious little thing you are. That enthusiasm of yours…" he spoke with a trail, admiration and adoration woven into his words and infused into his expression.
His gaze lingered on his partner as he got up to add the final touch to the ink, dark eyes admiring the boy's lithe legs and supple buttocks. It made him oddly giddy to think about the concept of actually owning the other man, even if that would only legally be the case for a limited period of time.
"My family is a fan of ætherite dust infusion, too. It was used in both of my prior initiations as well– thoughtful of you, really." He couldn't say entirely for certain the efficacy of such a thing, but honestly? In this scenario it was the thought that warmed him and should the gesture actually help, well, all the better, then, no?
When his lover returned to him, Æros sat himself up and faced away from the other such that Khyan could actually draw the rune properly. Intellectually, he knew what to expect, but the actual process of gaining such a thing was always jarring when it finally came to pass. Slowing his stars to a standstill, he took a deep breath at the last thing his lover spoke.
He was silent from this point forward as the rune was painted upon his skin, a malaise of nerves taking over him when he felt the other push æther into the mark. His body tensed, as if bracing for whatever it was that would come next. At first, he felt nothing at all, but was that because nothing happened or perhaps the effects were simply subtle enough to drift by unnoticed?
Nonetheless, it felt like a strangely long amount of time had passed before he really began to notice the warping of his senses, of his perception. His vision began to blur and his depth perception rapidly started to decay, the half-elf blinking rapidly in a vain effort to try and 'clear' the effects. Of course, this did nothing. The twisting of his vision coalesced into a sensation like his head was spinning, the combination of these symptoms beginning to make him feel somewhat nauseous.
Still coherent enough to speak, he turned his head to look at his lover. "How long do you think…you'll be able to stay?" Æros' words were clear enough, though his cadence had been slowed notably. There was also palpable anxiety in his voice, which in all situations prior, he had made a marked effort to conceal.
While he did not want to force the other boy to stay should it genuinely bode ill for him, the idea of being alone did cause him quite a bit of discomfort as he was well aware this would continue to get worse up until a point. A point at which he may lose consciousness, though he was aware not everyone did.
The next thing the other boy said left more of a smirk on the mixed-blood's face. "Mm, yeah, that's where I got the idea. I was looking at a few things regarding anatomy and rune placement for Semblance. Logically, I think the first two cervical vertebrae make quite a bit of sense and us wearing the rune in the same place? Whyever would I mind?" Æros' smile evened out to something sweeter before granting Khy a quick little kiss.
The fact that he had never realized he could alter the pace of his stars' movement almost vexed him, in a way. Oh, had he known prior, he would've made rather frequent use of that trick for optics in a variety of scenarios. Absolutely tragic, that. It took a bit more focus than he had expected, sure, but now that he knew how, speeding them back up was a faster process than slowing them initially. For all the time spent messing around with his anatomy, the Færie found himself ever surprised at the sheer variety of things he could alter at will.
Once the galaxies on midnight skin had resumed their motion, Æros reopened his eyes and it was then that the other proposed his idea of what the two of them ought to use as ink. The half-elf giggled at the thought, the very idea of having such a mixture of theirs painted permanently on his skin amused him greatly. Perhaps almost a bit juvenile, but he didn't care– truthfully, between lovers, he didn't find it any stranger than an exchanging of blood which was far more common a choice.
There was also the fact that he would never say no to any excuse to make love to Khy, especially given the fact that sometimes their schedules would conflict and prevent the two young men from seeing one another. Given their age, their blood ran quite hot, so when an opportunity was to arise? Æros, for one, would be hard pressed to ever decline.
He also wasn't deaf to the nervousness in his partner's Symphony when it came to making such a suggestion. With the boy now in his arms, "...and worry not about things of this nature, dear one. We are far more similar than you might think." His voice was soft, sweet.
Everything aside, Æros did so adore Khyan and didn't want the other to worry when it came to making suggestions or being open with him in general. And then even where they differed, it was really rather difficult to make the half-elf uncomfortable in general. Given the myriad of strange things he himself has interest in or has gotten up to in the past, one would be hard pressed to say anything that would elicit a poor response even if the concept itself didn't inherently interest him.
When the two drew close and their lips met, Æros recognized the other's desire for a slower pace and of that he was happy to indulge. A lot of the time the two men were a bit frenzied, the larger of the pair liking to play rougher with his partner, but this was not the only way he could enjoy himself. The Færie was quite enamored with his beloved and so to slow down and really enjoy his partner's body, to take his time with the boy, he had zero complaints. And for as sheepish as he may be about his own emotions, he found himself deeply enjoying the romance of their intimacy in these moments, too.
The only thing Æros refrained from doing was using the sheer volume of æther he normally did to create the sort of resonant echo chamber of their Symphonies he had grown so fond of. He certainly still used his Craft, just to a more limited degree, not wanting to run the risk of tapping his own æther too low and jeopardizing his impending initiation. This did not actually harm his enjoyment that much at this point, actually. Because while the magic was less vibrant, Khy had become so good at pleasing him and he so adored his lover and the body of the boy that it was not at all difficult to get him on the edge of release repeatedly before the two finally decided to wrap things up.
Khy seemed quite pleased with himself, eyes set on the little bottle of their combined efforts. On his end, Æros found this amusing, laying back a bit as warmer colors swirled through the darker parts of his body. "Such a precious little thing you are. That enthusiasm of yours…" he spoke with a trail, admiration and adoration woven into his words and infused into his expression.
His gaze lingered on his partner as he got up to add the final touch to the ink, dark eyes admiring the boy's lithe legs and supple buttocks. It made him oddly giddy to think about the concept of actually owning the other man, even if that would only legally be the case for a limited period of time.
"My family is a fan of ætherite dust infusion, too. It was used in both of my prior initiations as well– thoughtful of you, really." He couldn't say entirely for certain the efficacy of such a thing, but honestly? In this scenario it was the thought that warmed him and should the gesture actually help, well, all the better, then, no?
When his lover returned to him, Æros sat himself up and faced away from the other such that Khyan could actually draw the rune properly. Intellectually, he knew what to expect, but the actual process of gaining such a thing was always jarring when it finally came to pass. Slowing his stars to a standstill, he took a deep breath at the last thing his lover spoke.
He was silent from this point forward as the rune was painted upon his skin, a malaise of nerves taking over him when he felt the other push æther into the mark. His body tensed, as if bracing for whatever it was that would come next. At first, he felt nothing at all, but was that because nothing happened or perhaps the effects were simply subtle enough to drift by unnoticed?
Nonetheless, it felt like a strangely long amount of time had passed before he really began to notice the warping of his senses, of his perception. His vision began to blur and his depth perception rapidly started to decay, the half-elf blinking rapidly in a vain effort to try and 'clear' the effects. Of course, this did nothing. The twisting of his vision coalesced into a sensation like his head was spinning, the combination of these symptoms beginning to make him feel somewhat nauseous.
Still coherent enough to speak, he turned his head to look at his lover. "How long do you think…you'll be able to stay?" Æros' words were clear enough, though his cadence had been slowed notably. There was also palpable anxiety in his voice, which in all situations prior, he had made a marked effort to conceal.
While he did not want to force the other boy to stay should it genuinely bode ill for him, the idea of being alone did cause him quite a bit of discomfort as he was well aware this would continue to get worse up until a point. A point at which he may lose consciousness, though he was aware not everyone did.
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