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Catching Flies With Honey

The hardwood of the floor dug into Chris' knees, like sharp pinpricks of the reminder he wasn't seventeen and learning how faith worked anymore. Five years down the line and he'd learned to accept the discomfort as part of his devotion to Bane; the black hand favored pain and promise of ruination and those who took power for themselves.

Was he proud of his servant? His cleric who took up his banner with the promise to overthrow those also loyal to him? Probably. After all, this was exactly the kind of game the Dark Tyrant loved.

So Chris didn't move or grab a pillow from the stiff and unyielding couch in the alter room, or move his hand even though he knew it was pressed into the discolored spot of the floor where his cousin's blood had soaked it.

They'd done what they could with the place, cleaned it, painted it, let those go who wished to leave the memories behind with a generous parting gift to get their lives started over. Some had stayed and neither he nor Rhyt could thank them enough; this whole thing was hard enough without needing to hire a whole new staff they likely couldn't trust not to stab them in the backs.

Of course, even if they'd needed to do that, they would have had their 'Guardians' all the same. A God's blessing, their friends. He and Rhyt had stayed up many nights to begin picking at the strings of the tapestry the Listers had smothered the city in, and many of those nights had ended in more than one drink, minds fried, and simply reminiscing to each other how lucky they were to have Amnos, Silver, and Ra'ah at their sides.

Even if her gentle ribbing about the latter most member of that group usually ended in playful wrestling on the study ground until one of them sat on the other in victory.

Chris could feel a soft smile spreading on his face as his thoughts wondered to their resident rouge, his bright eyes and soft hair...the way his skin felt under the callouses on Chris' hands and the sounds he made when they fooled around...

A flush of heat ran through him and he sat back on his heels, hands running down his face and then through his hair. So much for praying.

Muttering small, insincere, Elven curses under his breath, Chris stood and winced at the protest of his legs. How long had it even been? An hour, maybe half more? It was getting late. He blew out the candles he'd lit and replaced the rug they'd put in the room to cover the bloodstains before moving out into the upstairs living area. It was really a glorified landing that held a couple couches at this point, for all the junk they'd sold, only replacing the necessities. He and Rhyt might have wanted to live in this dumb house to dance on the Lister's grave, but that didn't mean they wanted to sleep in their beds.

A quick glance out the windows into the garden confirmed the time, the low, orange light of twilight washing the reds and maroons of the mansion in a warm, almost welcoming glow.

Silver was likely at the pub listening to Candle perform, they'd be back late. Amnos and Chastity were likely somewhere in the house, maybe the library or out in the gardens. He made a mental note to check with the workers tomorrow about the timeline for their house, he wanted it ready before the first (of what Chris suspected were many) little Stonehuer arrived. Rhyt and Ra'ah...honestly, he didn't know. They could be anywhere in the house or not in the house at all...and since they were both rogues, he likely wouldn't be able to guess anyway.

Chris cast Light around him, the ball of radiance following over his shoulder in lieu of a candle as the cleric made his way downstairs to the dry storage. He could call on someone to get a drink for him...that was what nobles did, right? They snapped their fingers, rung a bell, and their servants did everything for them. By all rights, that was what the now-Sonom staff were being paid for. It made the back of his mind itch at the thought, like someone had cast an antimagic field on him and rendered him useless.

No, let the staff clean or cook or take care of the house that was too big even for the six main inhabitants living there, Chris could get his own drink. Something he politely told the two Tabaxi he came across as he went, both offering to help.

No, a drink...maybe a large one or the whole bottle and a glass, if the mood took him, and he'd retreat to those couches back upstairs to watch the rest of daylight's final breaths.

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"You're one to talk," Ra'ah gasps softly at each of the kisses. "You're beautiful," he strokes his hand along his hip and back to his ass to squeeze and pull him close. The weight of him is familiar and a comfort, like a warm blanket in the cold of winter.

He tilts his head to the side for Chris to lay his kisses down the column of his throat. "You're perfect," he moans softly unable to. articulate much else. He wants to say how much he loves him. He wants to say how Chris is his moon and stars in the sky and everything else in his world but he's too caught up in the lips at his throat and the press of his arousal against rough cotton.

Chris let them linger there, the hand on his ass too enticing to pull away from just yet. It gave him a chance to work a mark into Ra'ah's neck. Let the others know Chris had no intention of being careful anymore.

His handiwork received a peck before Chris started working his way down further, his hands tracing the lines of Ra'ah's body as his kisses fell with reverent care upon the same paths. When he got to the edge of Ra'ah's pants, his hands snared them and pulled, allowing his lips to continue their dutiful worship.

He practically purrs at how good it feels to have that mark made against his skin. He knows even with his scarf it will show. They had always been careful before, not wanting to broadcast what they both believed was nothing more than an arrangement of convenience to fill a need, but now he could wear that mark proudly and it makes him smile.

He watches as Chris makes his way down his body. He stares reverently at him and reaches up to smooth back some of his bangs. His breath hitches for a moment as his trousers are pulled roughly from him and he can't help but chuckle as he's laid bare, his arousal even more evident now. There's a lingering scent on his skin from their earlier tryst. Knowing that Chris will taste himself on his sex makes him moan and arch up towards waiting lips. "Please," he whispers, not doubting that Chris wouldn't take him in, but needing him to know how badly he needs this all the same.

His lips play a teasing dance, one pressed to Ra'ah's left hip...one to his right hip...one to his left thigh...a dance purposefully avoiding what his love so desperately needed.

He wanted it too, no question, he wanted to taste himself, still lingering on Ra'ah's skin before they renewed their efforts.

But a little foreplay went a long a way.

"What is it, love? What're you askin' for?"

He let's out a breathy chuckle. He should have known Chris wouldn't let him get off that easily.

"I like hearing you say that," his voice is soft, the expression on his face just as soft and loving. "I didn't think I'd ever here you say that, love."

He cups Chris'cheek and runs his thumb over his lips. "I'm asking for you to show me what your lips can do. I'm not sure that out on the veranda was your best work." He winks. He can't help but tease Chris a little. He's never quite sure how he will take it, but either acquiescence or punishment usually have Ra'ah in for a good time.

Chris’ pilgrimage paused and he raked his nails down Ra’ah’s thigh in retaliation. A challenge like that stirred his desire, leaving him torn between showing his lover just what skills he had and leaving Ra’ah desperate and wanting for the slight.

“Wrong answer, outlander...try yourself again.”

Ra'ah's grin only widens even as he shivers from that rake of nails. He hums and shifts his hips up towards Chris.

"I want your lips around me," he says again, stroking his thumb across his lips again and pulling a little at it. "I want to see you take all of me," his voice is husky with desire, "I want to watch my cock disappear into your beautiful mouth."

Chris very gently pressed a kiss to Ra'ah's inner thigh and smirked up at his lover. "Better. Good boy."

Despite his words, Chris pulled back and ensured the rest of both of their clothing vanished off the side of the bed before returning between Ra'ah's legs. Chris kissed one knee, then immediately took Ra'ah's length into his mouth as far down as he could comfortably go. Chris sucked on him, his tongue running around the shaft a few times, as though savoring that hint of himself still lingering there. He drew in a breath before slowly sinking further, aiming to push Ra'ah into the back of his throat, his lips stretched obscenely around the base.

He flushes at the praise. He makes a mental note of that. Perhaps it's something they can play with later, but right now he's far more interested in what Chris is doing. He helps to get his clothes off, lifting his hips as needed and stares longingly at Chris' body. He wants to tell him again how beautiful he is and how perfect, but any words he might say are cut off as he arches towards his mouth with a gasp.

Chris' mouth is pure bliss. He watches with pure longing as his length is taken in inch by inch. He swallows hard, resisting the urge to thrust up into that delightful mouth. "Do you like the way you taste?" He asks huskily not at all expecting an answer as he's quite busy. Any questions are quickly forgotten in those next moments. He gasps and shifts his hips up to Chris' mouth, forgetting for a moment to keep still. He doesn't need to imagine it, he can feel how far Chris has him and that alone is enough to send heat straight through him. He practically swells in Chris' mouth as his desire blooms. "Wow," he whispers all forms of coherency quickly leaving him.

The question made him want to hum and give those vibrations into Ra'ah's length, but the breath was better used held as Chris pushed past that pull in his throat that wanted to rebel against the sensation. He could do this, he wanted to prove it to himself as much as provide that breathless feeling to Ra'ah.

It's fairly well proven as Ra'ah rocks up into him and Chris swallows around him. That feeling...there was definitely something there, something to examine later that played images of having his mouth fucked, choking on Ra'ah's cock as he used Chris' mouth for his pleasure...it stirred the heat in his stomach and drew a moan from him anyway. Gods above, he wanted it. He wanted everything Ra'ah could give him.

A few more moments. Just a few more to push the limits on how long he could stay with Ra'ah buried in his throat, and he'd let this move on. Slowly, Chris' nails turned in on Ra'ah's hips and dug into the soft skin there.

"Ah!" The sound Chris pulls from Ra'ah is completely obscene. There's a keen to the end of it, a high pitched warble that breaks as pleasure spikes through him.

He reaches down and tangles his fingers in Chris's hair. He's not sure if he wants him stayed pressed to the root or if he needs a moment just to breathe.

His body makes the decision for him and watching Chris with eyes blown wide from pleasure, the seafoam green nearly obliterated by his pupils,he fucks up into his mouth. It's a small thrust, testing the boundaries of this new sensation. It feels fantastic and he moans again, praising Chris quietly.

Ra'ah pushes up into his throat and he can feel his body try to swallow around him again reflexively, but the head of Ra'ah's length stays where it is and Chris can feel the subconscious panic at not being able to breathe creeping in on him. His nails dig in harder, but he slowly starts to move back. He almost had it, too, but a small brush as he goes has him pulling back abruptly and coughing into one of his hands.

His other hand braces on Ra'ah's thigh while Chris's cough subsides and he catches his breath, a prickle of moisture at the corners of his eyes. If the spit coating his mouth, lips and chin were any indication, he's probably left a mess behind.

He turned to look back to his love, eyes a little red-rimmed, but a little wild with excitement and a smirk firmly in place. "Well...that was fun. Sounded like ya liked it." His voice was rough, but his tone was certainly pleased. "Migh' need to try that one again sometime."

Ra'ah's initial reaction is concern. He sits up and watches as Chris coughs. The slight chill that ghosts across him at the loss of heat is a mild annoyance but his concern overrides that. When Chris turns to look at him with that smirk on his face, he can't help but laugh. As erotic as it had been the end result pulls mirth from him.

"They do say practice makes perfect," he grins and reaches for Chris, pulling him in to kiss him deeply.

Chris hums into the kiss with a smile, letting it go on as long as they could without breath, his tongue delving deep into Ra'ah's mouth. When they finally broke apart, Chris moved back and straddled his love's hips, lowering himself to rub along Ra'ah's length as he spoke.

"That they do...we'll make good on it. For now...I know there's one thing we're not so needful of practice." His voice hitched, a bit more breathy as the ridge of Ra'ah's head rubbed against his clit and sent fire through him. He arched a brow, all cheeky confidence even as he desperately fought back the urge to just take that length in. "What d'you think, my love? You seem to be achin' for somethin'...mind sharin' what that might be?"

Ra'ah can't help but moan a little into the kiss. He lets Chris take control of it, pushing back against his tongue only a little. He sucks in a breath, both for want of air and the slow rock of Chris' hips against him.

He moans. He tries and fails not to push his hips up along slick folds, too far to actually be able to slip into him as he wants. "I am," his voice is husky and full of desire, "but I don't think I'm the only one craving it."

He places his hands on his hips and digs his thumbs into his skin as he squeezes. "I think you want this just as much as I do." He leans forward and nips lightly at Chris' throat and collar bones. "My love," he whispers against his skin. "I like it when you say that." It felt good, such a small change in their dynamic but one that made his heart race whenever he heard it. He nuzzles slowly against Chris' chest and massages small circles into Chris' hips with his thumbs.

"I want to be inside you," He looks up at him and smiles that slightly crooked grin of his, "my love."

He hummed happily, a less sexy and more just content smile breaking out on his face. "Sounds pretty from your your lips too." He followed with a kiss, though it was a relatively chaste thing as he hovered over Ra'ah, his hair falling about his face and his voice pitching a little lower. "I'd say you know me farly well, though. I definitely want this as much as you. I want you in me. I want you fillin' me up. I want you ta dig marks into my hips while I work you to a puddle with no breath left in ya."

He teased his words with a slower friction between them, but punctuated his promise as he lifted up enough to catch the tip inside him. With every once of control he had, he lowered himself only a bit onto Ra'ah before moving up again. Just as it was almost too far, Chris pressed down, to take the length all the way inside, still stretched as he was from their earlier activity.

"That sounds grea-ah," his words are cut off by the silken feel of his lips against him. He sucks in a sharp breath as he feels himself slip inside of Chris in a deliciously slow press of his hips. He groans softly and nuzzles against Chris' chest and kisses over his heart.

"Mm," he hums softly and swallows hard as he feels his entirety fill Chris up. "I think the softer words will have to wait." He holds Chris' hips steady and thrusts deep into him, angling just how he knows Chris likes it. This is a practiced dance, one they had done for months and mere moments ago. Ra'ah knows just how to move to make things go quick, but this time he's intent on making it last and he knows how to do that too. He knows how to build Chris up just to the point of release and stop him long enough to come back down to build him back up. He can go for hours this way and for the first time, he can actually call it making love.

"You feel so good, Chris." He nips at his collarbone and squeezes his hips. "I love feeling you like this."

Softer words will have to wait, that was a very true sentiment as most thought fled his mind in favor of relishing the feeling of Ra'ah in him, his hands gripping Chris' hips to control their pace into something slow. He could work with that for now. In a bit he might need harder, faster, something desperate...but for right this second he enjoyed the feeling of his breaths changing to match Ra'ah's steady movements in him. It gave him time to watch and study and reach down to trace his fingers over Ra'ah's face and chest.

He wanted to grab those blond tresses and hold Ra'ah's head back to watch as his adam's apple bobbed on his throat...but for now he kept to soft. Soft was nice when he wanted to unabashedly watch and memorize and keep close. "You're beautiful...you better know that well."

He chuckles quietly. The sound comes more from his nose in breathy huffs against Chris' throat than a sound from his lips. He kisses over Chris' pulse and along his jaw, nipping lightly at the skin.

"You're one to talk." He pulls away to look up into Chris' eyes, meeting his gaze. The color is nearly gone from the lust and desire there. "You make a very handsome image." He smirks and runs a hand up from Chris' hip to his chest and squeezes a little roughly. "Especially when I have you like this." It's tempting to change their positions, to push Chris down into the mattress, and forget any thoughts of taking it slow, but he also enjoys this just a bit too much. Even with Chris on his back, he knows his boyfriend (God it feels good to even think that.) would take control. He has a way of working his hips that drives Ra'ah crazy with desire and while he might be the one inside of Chris he has no misconceptions that he is the one in control.

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