prismatica | Voice To Text | Forward Dated to Iris Moon

[He doesn't want to get used to it. He wants the fire of Sanguis back, that feeling of hunger and control. Right now he just feels... hollow. Empty.

He draws his knees up (his ankles lightly furred, toes lengthened and clawed), resting his forehead on them, letting out a long exhale. He hates looking weak, even to someone he considers a new friend, but...]

S'il te plait. Anything. It feels...terrible.

[That deep itch that he can't seem to shake off...]

[That actually makes Sycamore smile softly, and he straightens up so he can run his hands down Joseph's wings; not in a rough manner, by any means, but the touch is a bit more firm than his initial investigation.]

This is what Iris does to you. You'll do anything for...Chroma.

[Despite everything, he's still a bit too polite to say 'you'll do anything to be fucked by someone' out loud. But the implication hangs in the air.]

A bit different to Sanguis, no? I've heard you feel very aggressive, during that blessing.

[He'll continue to stroke Joseph's wings, as he talks, waiting to assess his reaction.]

[Joseph moans, biting down on the claw to try to stifle it, the claws on his feet curling.]

Sanguis feels powerful. This is just...aah-- I want to go back--

Mhmm.

[Powerful...that's what Sanguis is all about, isn't it? It makes him think about Lysandre; tall, muscular Lysandre...he's what Sycamore has always pictured whenever the topic of Sanguis comes up. Doumeki too...also tall, also muscular. Big, masculine men. Joseph is so different to the two of them; a delicate frame, pretty face...so feminine. So different to what he's used to. Admittedly, it makes him curious. He'd certainly shown a lot of personality, when they'd met outside the bakery....and clearly he'd enjoyed being Sanguis. Interesting.

Sycamore continues to stroke those wings, running his fingers down Joseph's shoulders until he's touching his hands, looking down with a smile.]

Is that what you want, mon ami? To feel powerful? Or do you want something else, at the moment?

[Talking it out? Who would have thought that this could work.]

I wish to want to feel powerful! But I just...want to ru--fuh--to make l--Ugh!

[He lets out an irritated harsh flap of his wings, ruffling the other man's hair, tears threatening in his eyes. He's so frustrated!]

[Embarrassingly enough, the way Joseph is ruffling his hair makes Sycamore have to bite back a soft moan. Ah, his weak spot...he really should do something about that...

...not now, however, because it's Iris, and all Iris cares about is making Chroma and making Chroma fast.]

It's okay. You don't have to say it for me.

[He'll keep his hands running along Joseph's wings - keep that contact going - while he lightly clicks his tongue and looks at the settee. This probably won't be the most comfortable place to fulfil Joseph's wishes, but he's not sure if his little friend would like to move around too much, at the moment.]

Is here okay? Whatever you're comfortable with. I can make that feeling go away - at least for a little while.

Here is okay...

[And then, switching to his native tongue, ignoring the translation technology around them--]

{Thank you.}

[Oh! How nice it is, to hear someone speaking his native language...it makes Sycamore smile, as he quickly unbuttons his shirt.]

{It's my pleasure. We're helping one another!}

[There's a very light dusting of white fur across his chest, but it's transparent enough for his skin to still be very visible. Unlike Joseph, it seems Iris has been kind to Sycamore this month...although that isn't to say those white rabbit ears don't twitch approvingly once he gets up on the settee, gently shifting Joseph so that he's lying lengthways along it, on his back.]

{Make sure to tell me what you like, okay? I'll go as fast or as slow as you want.}

{Yes...}

[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to get in the proper headspace, willing himself to trust Augustine. It's so difficult, when he's used to keeping control, to always staying dominant...but Augustine's hands feel secure, and he takes a deep breath, preparing himself.]

[There's a brief thought that flickers through Sycamore's mind - somewhere amidst all the usual horny gibberish that comes whenever he's about to have sex - noting that this is becoming something of a habit for him; helping Iris friends when their urges become too much. It's a warm thought, a happy one...his friends can relax, and he...well. He certainly never turns down the opportunity to engage in these sorts of activities, so...]

{We'll start slow.}

[And so he does; when he enters Joseph his eyes automatically close, adjusting to the sensations, but he's quick to reopen them and check on Joseph's reaction. There's only one person he's ever received this from, but the experiences have made him empathetic to how...uncomfortable it can be at the start. The last thing he wants - even though he knows Joseph is in the grips of Iris - is to hurt him, or go too fast.]

{How's that?}

[His voice is noticeably rougher, now, but still with that undercurrent of gentleness.]

Nnghh...

[His entire body tenses when Sycamore pushes in, but he's slick enough that it's not as painful as he'd expect. His body is ready and willing, and almost draws Sycamore in as he himself is pushing in. His knees drawn up as he takes a breath, fighting for words--]

{G-good. It's good...}

[He's been experiencing Iris for a while now, but Sycamore still marvels over how easy it makes all this; the way Joseph's body embraces his cock has him releasing a sharp breath, while he braces himself against the arm of the settee. It doubles as a way to position himself properly, shifting his hips slow at first, experimenting with the sensation of an unfamiliar yet welcoming body.

It doesn't take him long to find a rhythm, however, and as much as he'd spoken of starting slow, Sycamore knows a few things about Iris; namely, that it's never satisfied with slow for very long. His movements are practiced and confident, the hand not gripping the settee coming to settle on Joseph's waist.]

{Just tell me...if I do anything you don't like.}

[Despite how his body is speeding up, he still plants a fond kiss on Joseph's forehead, keeping his lips against his skin afterward.]

[The way Sycamore is bracing himself and the way he himself is pushed against the settee lets him open his wings and arch his back, rolling his head back. He likes the feeling of Sycamore's lips against his forehead, yes, but it's an almost unconscious movement.]

{It's good!}

[He calls it out again, rolling his hips with Sycamore's rhythm. He usually likes it slow and careful, but--]

{More!}

[Well! That certainly didn't take long, and Joseph's neediness makes Sycamore laugh softly. It doesn't sound like there will be any issues with what they're doing, and the thought is admittedly exciting.]

{Of course.}

[He pauses for a moment - remaining inside Joseph as he does - reaching back and grabbing one of the pillows littering the settee and lifting his hips gently so it slots neatly under them.]

{This will help.}

[With any luck, Sycamore's hypothesis will be correct and Joseph will notice the difference quickly; how the angle has changed, how he's able to get deeper with every thrust, and his breathing becomes noticeably more ragged as he starts going harder and faster.]

[The pillow certainly does help. He can arch harder, forcing Sycamore even farther in. He tries to grab for him, but his hands are useless, of course. He gives a frustrated little huff, his hind claws scrabbling at Sycamore's hips for purchase, leaving claw marks on them--]

{Augustine--Hold me--}

[The feeling of those claws digging into his skin makes Sycamore exhale sharply, instinctively jerking his hips forward (and therefore forcing himself deeper into Joseph) to shift away from the pain. But it doesn't throw him off; if anything, it's good (thank you, Iris), and before he ends up lost in sensation once again he leans down, wrapping one arm around Joseph's waist and pressing their chests together.]

{I've got you.}

[That's whispered, raggedly, into his ear, before he starts to kiss his neck, gently nipping at his skin as he continues to thrust harder.]

[Sycamore thrusting into him is already good--it's scratching that insatiable itch that he woke up with, that he couldn't take care of himself. There's liquid dripping down between them, but Joseph doesn't seem to notice. More than the actual fucking is the closeness. Sycamore pressed so close against him, his lovely baritone vibrating in his ear. He says that and Joseph lets out a loud, longing whimper, and when he feels those lips kissing at his neck, he can't hold it anymore. He grabs on the best he can, hooking rather than gripping (sorry, Sycamore), crying out as he comes.]

{Ah, Augustine!}

[The combination of Joseph saying his name like that, the feeling of his body trembling through his orgasm and the way those claws dig into his back - the sheer feeling of it, the way his nerves go insane in response - means Sycamore comes quite quickly after Joseph, the sound deadened by the way his mouth is still pressed against his neck. He can already feel the Chroma starting to patch up the wounds caused by Joseph's claws, and once he catches his breath he shifts his hips and gently slides out of him, but keeps the rest of his body where it is - held tight against him.

His friend seemed to want the contact, so he's happy to stay like this for a moment.]

{Feeling a bit better?}

[Joseph has to take deep breaths to recover, quiet for a long time save for his husky panting. He doesn't have it in him to maneuver his arms to hold him again, but he lets his head turn to press his cheek against the side of Sycamore's head...and he gives his answer in the form of a little nod.]

[Sycamore smiles as he feels Joseph nodding against his cheek, and he cuddles him that little bit closer - content to stay as they are until he indicates he wants him to move.]

{I'm glad. That was wonderful.}

[That's whispered into Joseph's ear, before he plants a gentle kiss on his cheek, close to his lips. They can just exist in the Chroma warmth for a little while.]

[It feels so good to lay there, his wings gently draped over Sycamore like a blanket, his face against his neck. He's so warm, and the Chroma between them is so satisfying. He feels so much more sensitive to the sensation of Sycamore's breathing against him, his arms around him...even the familiar, beloved language that they share buzzes nicely in his ear. Is this what Iris is? Desire for and sensitivity to these lovely things?

His voice cracks a little when he breaks the silence. He's embarrassed now, after that display he'd put on. He clings to the French like a totem.]

{I...apologize. For all that. Thank you.}

[That makes Sycamore chuckle softly, keeping his body close to Joseph's so he can feel the gentle vibrations against his skin.]

{There's no need to apologize, or thank me. Iris can be a nightmare before sex, but afterwards....it's nice.}

[He can feel the scratches left by Joseph's claws knitting themselves back together; whatever pain they initially triggered is long gone, fading smoothly into the post-coital glow. The feeling of those pretty wings resting against his back also adds to the general calm feeling. They really do feel like a blanket, neatly wrapped around the two of them, and he feels his eyes slipping shut for a moment.

Iris is a headache - to put it mildly - but the flood of affection and warmth that follows after engaging in this sort of activity, while under the blessing...it's incomparable.]

{I'm not too heavy? Let me know if you'd like me to shift a little bit. I confess, I'm a little bit too comfortable here.}

{No, it's alright.}

[Still, Joseph shuffles after a bit, so that he's lying down on top of Sycamore, resting his head on his collarbone.]

{You do not mind this, do you? I...}

[He swallows a little, waffling on whether to admit it--he hates admitting weakness, but he feels so much more vulnerable like this, and it comes out anyway:]

{I dislike being alone.}

[The reshuffle doesn't bother Sycamore at all, and once Joseph is settled, he rests a comforting hand on his back. He's no longer whispering, but his voice is still soft.]

{Not at all! We can lie here as long as you like.}

[He falls silent for a moment, after that little confession, shifting so that he can start running his fingers through Joseph's hair. He's such a confident person, so making that sort of admission was likely...difficult. Iris really does drag all their hidden vulnerabilities into the light, doesn't it?

So he won't respond verbally, but his other hand wraps that little bit tighter around his waist.]

{You have lovely hair, by the way.}

{O-Oh...?}

[Sycamore, if you keep making him blush like that, he'll probably faint from all the blood flowing to his head...
It's not that it's something Joseph doesn't know. Perfect proportions, elegant limbs, artistic hands, hair that flows in graceful waves...

But, well, Joseph is rather weak to hearing it, too. And he's particularly weak now.]

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