Room 322, Monday Morning

[not_every_mage]

Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]

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[not_every_mage]

Anders succeeded, and celebrated by running his thumb around the silken tip of Hyacinthe's prick.

"Good thing those aren't in shortage around here," he said, breath hot on Hy's earlobe. "Is it show and tell time?"

[vrajna_kralis]

"I--I think it might be," Hyacinthe said, with significantly less cool than he'd had a few minutes ago. Look, he was still only sixteen and there was a cute chavo playing with his phallus. There was only so much cool to be had. "You show me something and I'll tell you how much I like it?"

[not_every_mage]

"Oh, that sounds fun," Anders said agreeably, fingers continuing to slide along Hya's shaft. "Hmm. You've seen the top half. I might need to take off my pants so I have good things to show you."

Said pants were getting uncomfortably tight, anyhow.

[vrajna_kralis]

Dilemma. If he were to help Anders take his pants off, he'd have to sit back up. But if he left Anders to do it himself, he might take his hands away. Truly, there was no winning in this scenario.

So Hyacinthe pushed himself up slightly, catching Anders for another kiss because if he was going to be upright, he was going to get something out of it immediately, and began to unfasten Anders' pants, which involved a lot more stroking the front of them than might have been strictly necessary.

[not_every_mage]

Anders made a slight, unintended greedy noise at the way Hyacinthe was "helping" him. He was nude almost before he realized it, with a blush of arousal spreading across his chest.

"I think you said you'd tell me if you liked what you saw," he teased. "Am I acceptable?"

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe was taking in the sight of Anders with greedy eyes, and didn't stop the long perusal just because he was answering the question. Eye-contact was over-rated, okay? Especially when there was so much else to look at!

"More than acceptable, mure chavo," he whispered, smiling at the contrast between his brown skin and Anders' pale. "Nothing about you is merely 'acceptable.'"

[not_every_mage]

"Mure chavo," Anders repeated through a smile of his own. "I like that. Tell me what it means while I get you undressed the rest of the way."

He was already moving to help Hyacinthe with the latter part of that request.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I don't think there's a perfect translation?" Hya said, his head tipping backwards and eyes sliding closed. "It means 'my boy' but there are..." Anders, you were not helping his translation skills, here. "...Shades of meaning? That differ?"

He pulled one eye open and gave Anders a lazy smile. "I definitely don't think of you as a boy. Unless it's a rinkeni chavo. Pretty boy." He sounded appreciative, so if there were any subtleties in that English phrase, he was missing them.

[not_every_mage]

"You're prettier than I am," Anders said sincerely, as more of Hya's clothes fell away to reveal the perfect form beneath. "But thank you."

[vrajna_kralis]

Well, Anders wasn't descended from angels--though Hyacinthe's own divine ancestry was much further back in his lineage that, say, a certain Nephilim of their acquaintance. "From where I'm lying, 'tis I who should be thanking you," he said. "You're the one with the clever hands that I am appreciating muchly."

He drew his fingers down Anders' chest, then back up his arm before sliding his hand into his golden hair. "Though, now that you have me undressed and at your mercy, I'm looking forward to hearing what you'd like to do next."

[not_every_mage]

Well. There was an offer that deserved some contemplation. Anders took a moment to answer as his fingers found the curve of Hya's ass and his lips kissed along his collarbone.

"I want you in my mouth," he said slowly. "How's that for mercy?"

[vrajna_kralis]

"So long as you follow up on that, 'tis," Hyacinthe said, breathless. "But if you're just being a terrible tease..." He groaned and his hand followed the curve of Anders' back, a light touch angled to cause goosebumps. "...I'm not sure I'll survive."

[not_every_mage]

"I don't tease about sucking people off," Anders promised, serious despite the shiver in his voice at Hya's careful touch.

He kissed the other man's throat then licked his way down, pausing to carefully circle a nipple with his tongue until it was teased properly stiff.

[vrajna_kralis]

"But you will tease on your way to doing it," Hyacinthe muttered, hips yearning upwards and pressing against Anders' body. "I am on to your wicked plan, sirrah."

[not_every_mage]

"You wouldn't want me to rush, would you?" Anders asked, looking up with sparkling eyes. "Patience is a virtue."

His hand closed around Hya's shaft for a leisurely stroke as his tongue swirled around his navel.

[vrajna_kralis]

"'Tis why I prefer D'Angeline virtues over those of other cultures, even the Tsingano," Hyacinthe replied, shivering. Anders was too bloody good at this. "We find virtue in being a skilled poet, lover, and vintner, rather than things like patience or--Elua forbid--chastity."

He was pretty much babbling at this point, yes.

[not_every_mage]

"You talk a lot," Anders observed, looking up with his chin just above Hya's pelvic ridge. "I do too, but sometimes there are better things to do with your mouth."

And then he ran his tongue around the proud head of Hyacinthe's penis, by way of example.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I...I like your idea, yes," Hyacinthe said raggedly, before giving up words altogether in favor of a deep moan. His phallus twitched against Anders' mouth and hips hips flexed to keep that twitch from turning into a a full thrust.