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Childish as it might have sounded, Mihail was bored.
Nethis had agreed to bring him to Athenia with her on her own business, however much it might have inconvenienced her, solely so that he might be able to attend an archery competition, and you would expect him to be nothing other than thankful as a result. Yet the competition was not for another day, and they were not travelling to the province until later that night, which meant that whilst she tended to her own matters, Mihail was left alone and bored. He would have preferred to, at the very least, attend her matters with her but she had insisted otherwise this time around, never as enabling of his whining as his other sisters, and he had found himself wandering alone in a city foreign to him.
With nought else to do, and not enough prior knowledge of the place to feel entirely comfortable with exploring: you could never call Mihail brave, and scrawny as he was, only seventeen and still young-faced, surprisingly easily mistaken for a woman at the worst of times with his long hair and slim features, he was sure he made a perfect target for thieves and far worse. Without his bow on him, he wasn't sure he would be physically capable of fighting off an attacker - assuming, of course, that there were thousands of miscreants roaming the city with plans to attack him for whatever reason as he casually walked past, you could never be too careful with these sorts of things - and bows were hardly something you could carry around casually without being an obvious militant, so, abandoned in Athenia as he considered himself to be, he was careful to remain with the more upper-class areas of the capital.
Markets always seemed dangerous, private shops giving off a much safer vibe, and the main street where the majority of them were located was where he had chosen to walk, half distracted by the wares on sale. His sister would never forgive him if he appeared to have been on any sort of shopping spree by the time he met up with her once again (Mihail honestly believed that Nethis did not care for him anywhere near as much as Evras or Thea, and that was partially the cause of her frequently stormier moods towards him) and he was being forced to resort to only admiring that which, on another visit, he might have chosen to buy, on this precise occasion, a deep emerald green chiton which, combined with his dark hair and pallor, would have suited him exquisitely.
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Childish as it might have sounded, Mihail was bored.
Nethis had agreed to bring him to Athenia with her on her own business, however much it might have inconvenienced her, solely so that he might be able to attend an archery competition, and you would expect him to be nothing other than thankful as a result. Yet the competition was not for another day, and they were not travelling to the province until later that night, which meant that whilst she tended to her own matters, Mihail was left alone and bored. He would have preferred to, at the very least, attend her matters with her but she had insisted otherwise this time around, never as enabling of his whining as his other sisters, and he had found himself wandering alone in a city foreign to him.
With nought else to do, and not enough prior knowledge of the place to feel entirely comfortable with exploring: you could never call Mihail brave, and scrawny as he was, only seventeen and still young-faced, surprisingly easily mistaken for a woman at the worst of times with his long hair and slim features, he was sure he made a perfect target for thieves and far worse. Without his bow on him, he wasn't sure he would be physically capable of fighting off an attacker - assuming, of course, that there were thousands of miscreants roaming the city with plans to attack him for whatever reason as he casually walked past, you could never be too careful with these sorts of things - and bows were hardly something you could carry around casually without being an obvious militant, so, abandoned in Athenia as he considered himself to be, he was careful to remain with the more upper-class areas of the capital.
Markets always seemed dangerous, private shops giving off a much safer vibe, and the main street where the majority of them were located was where he had chosen to walk, half distracted by the wares on sale. His sister would never forgive him if he appeared to have been on any sort of shopping spree by the time he met up with her once again (Mihail honestly believed that Nethis did not care for him anywhere near as much as Evras or Thea, and that was partially the cause of her frequently stormier moods towards him) and he was being forced to resort to only admiring that which, on another visit, he might have chosen to buy, on this precise occasion, a deep emerald green chiton which, combined with his dark hair and pallor, would have suited him exquisitely.
Childish as it might have sounded, Mihail was bored.
Nethis had agreed to bring him to Athenia with her on her own business, however much it might have inconvenienced her, solely so that he might be able to attend an archery competition, and you would expect him to be nothing other than thankful as a result. Yet the competition was not for another day, and they were not travelling to the province until later that night, which meant that whilst she tended to her own matters, Mihail was left alone and bored. He would have preferred to, at the very least, attend her matters with her but she had insisted otherwise this time around, never as enabling of his whining as his other sisters, and he had found himself wandering alone in a city foreign to him.
With nought else to do, and not enough prior knowledge of the place to feel entirely comfortable with exploring: you could never call Mihail brave, and scrawny as he was, only seventeen and still young-faced, surprisingly easily mistaken for a woman at the worst of times with his long hair and slim features, he was sure he made a perfect target for thieves and far worse. Without his bow on him, he wasn't sure he would be physically capable of fighting off an attacker - assuming, of course, that there were thousands of miscreants roaming the city with plans to attack him for whatever reason as he casually walked past, you could never be too careful with these sorts of things - and bows were hardly something you could carry around casually without being an obvious militant, so, abandoned in Athenia as he considered himself to be, he was careful to remain with the more upper-class areas of the capital.
Markets always seemed dangerous, private shops giving off a much safer vibe, and the main street where the majority of them were located was where he had chosen to walk, half distracted by the wares on sale. His sister would never forgive him if he appeared to have been on any sort of shopping spree by the time he met up with her once again (Mihail honestly believed that Nethis did not care for him anywhere near as much as Evras or Thea, and that was partially the cause of her frequently stormier moods towards him) and he was being forced to resort to only admiring that which, on another visit, he might have chosen to buy, on this precise occasion, a deep emerald green chiton which, combined with his dark hair and pallor, would have suited him exquisitely.
The performing circus of Aetaea did not travel often. A recluse and a temperamental man by nature, Dehan did not entertain much suggestions to turn his talented perfomers into a travelling troupe, and such, all members of the Dehan Cirque was landlocked and only saw anyone who was willing to travel to Aeteae to view their performances.
Over the past few weeks however, Dehan had been receiving numerous invitations from a particularly notable nobleman who the Headmaster had tried, and failed to reject.
So it was with much grumbling and annoyance that the Headmaster had packed up his most notable performers and headed for the capital of Athenia. The performance had been held within the large cavernous halls of the baron's family residences within the city, meant for the birthday of his daughter. Upon the conclusion of the performance however, Zephyrus had been quick to make his excuses to the rest of his friends and colleagues, and darted out before Dehan could see him.
It was a whole new world! Unlike the forested surroundings of the province known for its hunting grounds, the capital of the Kingdom was a bustling area full of people from many walks of life - and people from different Kingdoms as well. The curious, bright trapeze artist found himself absolutely entranced as he navigated the streets thick with people. In his black pants and cotton black tunic, the curled mop that was Zephyrus's hair flipped wildly around as his eyes darted this way and that, bright and eager to take in everything that was around.
The markets were brightly lit with lamps as the day grew dark, but the atmosphere was almost electric - or well, it was to the young sixteen year old artist. He was akin to a sprightly deer as he browsed the market, almost not noticing until his feet somehow managed to tangle beneath them. Without even managing a cry, Zephrus found himself falling backwards, instinctively throwing his hands out in front of him to try and fail to catch himself.
The slender male fell backwards, knocking into another body before he fell on the other in heavy weight, knocking the breathe out of himself. It took half a minute for him to reorientate himself, and then Zephyrus quickly scrambled up and anxiously used a hand to mindlessly brush the other's fine chitons, a worried look on his face as the profuse apologies came spilling out as he desperately tried to right his mistake. "I'm so sorry I did not - I'm not usuall that clumsy, I promise! I- so sorry sir, I did not mean it!"
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The performing circus of Aetaea did not travel often. A recluse and a temperamental man by nature, Dehan did not entertain much suggestions to turn his talented perfomers into a travelling troupe, and such, all members of the Dehan Cirque was landlocked and only saw anyone who was willing to travel to Aeteae to view their performances.
Over the past few weeks however, Dehan had been receiving numerous invitations from a particularly notable nobleman who the Headmaster had tried, and failed to reject.
So it was with much grumbling and annoyance that the Headmaster had packed up his most notable performers and headed for the capital of Athenia. The performance had been held within the large cavernous halls of the baron's family residences within the city, meant for the birthday of his daughter. Upon the conclusion of the performance however, Zephyrus had been quick to make his excuses to the rest of his friends and colleagues, and darted out before Dehan could see him.
It was a whole new world! Unlike the forested surroundings of the province known for its hunting grounds, the capital of the Kingdom was a bustling area full of people from many walks of life - and people from different Kingdoms as well. The curious, bright trapeze artist found himself absolutely entranced as he navigated the streets thick with people. In his black pants and cotton black tunic, the curled mop that was Zephyrus's hair flipped wildly around as his eyes darted this way and that, bright and eager to take in everything that was around.
The markets were brightly lit with lamps as the day grew dark, but the atmosphere was almost electric - or well, it was to the young sixteen year old artist. He was akin to a sprightly deer as he browsed the market, almost not noticing until his feet somehow managed to tangle beneath them. Without even managing a cry, Zephrus found himself falling backwards, instinctively throwing his hands out in front of him to try and fail to catch himself.
The slender male fell backwards, knocking into another body before he fell on the other in heavy weight, knocking the breathe out of himself. It took half a minute for him to reorientate himself, and then Zephyrus quickly scrambled up and anxiously used a hand to mindlessly brush the other's fine chitons, a worried look on his face as the profuse apologies came spilling out as he desperately tried to right his mistake. "I'm so sorry I did not - I'm not usuall that clumsy, I promise! I- so sorry sir, I did not mean it!"
The performing circus of Aetaea did not travel often. A recluse and a temperamental man by nature, Dehan did not entertain much suggestions to turn his talented perfomers into a travelling troupe, and such, all members of the Dehan Cirque was landlocked and only saw anyone who was willing to travel to Aeteae to view their performances.
Over the past few weeks however, Dehan had been receiving numerous invitations from a particularly notable nobleman who the Headmaster had tried, and failed to reject.
So it was with much grumbling and annoyance that the Headmaster had packed up his most notable performers and headed for the capital of Athenia. The performance had been held within the large cavernous halls of the baron's family residences within the city, meant for the birthday of his daughter. Upon the conclusion of the performance however, Zephyrus had been quick to make his excuses to the rest of his friends and colleagues, and darted out before Dehan could see him.
It was a whole new world! Unlike the forested surroundings of the province known for its hunting grounds, the capital of the Kingdom was a bustling area full of people from many walks of life - and people from different Kingdoms as well. The curious, bright trapeze artist found himself absolutely entranced as he navigated the streets thick with people. In his black pants and cotton black tunic, the curled mop that was Zephyrus's hair flipped wildly around as his eyes darted this way and that, bright and eager to take in everything that was around.
The markets were brightly lit with lamps as the day grew dark, but the atmosphere was almost electric - or well, it was to the young sixteen year old artist. He was akin to a sprightly deer as he browsed the market, almost not noticing until his feet somehow managed to tangle beneath them. Without even managing a cry, Zephrus found himself falling backwards, instinctively throwing his hands out in front of him to try and fail to catch himself.
The slender male fell backwards, knocking into another body before he fell on the other in heavy weight, knocking the breathe out of himself. It took half a minute for him to reorientate himself, and then Zephyrus quickly scrambled up and anxiously used a hand to mindlessly brush the other's fine chitons, a worried look on his face as the profuse apologies came spilling out as he desperately tried to right his mistake. "I'm so sorry I did not - I'm not usuall that clumsy, I promise! I- so sorry sir, I did not mean it!"
Perhaps it was unlucky that Mihail was so easily distracted by the site of such a gorgeous chiton. If he had not been staring at it with such fascination, then whoever this was would not have bumped into him in such a manner. Of course, the boy was still young and he still maintained that strong sense of self-righteousness that would never truly leave him, the belief that he most certainly could not be in the wrong for anything of this sort and, as such, he would never even think of taking the blame for an incident such as this one (or any incident that didn't entirely seem as though it would prove beneficial to him in future). Instead, he frowned at the stuttered apologies that were being thrown in his direction, carefully smoothing down his clothes and adjusting his hair before he looked up to answer the offending person.
"It's no matter," he answered curtly, having expected that to be that. Mihail's outfit was not destroyed and neither was his hair, and he had not come out of it injured in any way. He and his house were well known for their vengeful natures and stand-offish nature but they were not stupid. They did not get involved in such trivial matters, and Mihail was no objection to that rule. He saw no benefit in the slightest when it came to becoming too angered here, especially given this other boy's nature: he clearly was not from any noble family that might prove useful to House Thanasi. There was no rumour to be spread about this one. "I am unharmed and, from the looks of things, you appear to be alright as well. We shall leave the subject at that."
Whilst Mihail might not have seen any use in screaming at the guy, he could most certainly see one good outcome from his false stoicism and indifference towards the harm he'd been caused. This boy was stunningly good looking in a manner that he didn't quite understand, and yet he couldn't deny wanting to at least try and get a piece of him. It had only been a couple of years since he'd first and last tried it with a man (a fact he had made a sincere effort to keep a secret, lest others somehow find way to use the knowledge against him) and, quite honestly, he couldn't deny having enjoyed it just that little bit more than with a woman. He dearly wished to try it again and this seemed like an ideal opportunity, only with the hope that this man would be willing. "It's Mihail. I came to Athenia from Colchis for the archery competition tomorrow. Will you be attending?" It likely wasn't the most subtle of attempts at introduction and flirtation - certainly awkwardly placed given what had just happened between the two of them - but it was a start, and Mihail saw nothing wrong with it so long as it got the job at least partially done.
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Perhaps it was unlucky that Mihail was so easily distracted by the site of such a gorgeous chiton. If he had not been staring at it with such fascination, then whoever this was would not have bumped into him in such a manner. Of course, the boy was still young and he still maintained that strong sense of self-righteousness that would never truly leave him, the belief that he most certainly could not be in the wrong for anything of this sort and, as such, he would never even think of taking the blame for an incident such as this one (or any incident that didn't entirely seem as though it would prove beneficial to him in future). Instead, he frowned at the stuttered apologies that were being thrown in his direction, carefully smoothing down his clothes and adjusting his hair before he looked up to answer the offending person.
"It's no matter," he answered curtly, having expected that to be that. Mihail's outfit was not destroyed and neither was his hair, and he had not come out of it injured in any way. He and his house were well known for their vengeful natures and stand-offish nature but they were not stupid. They did not get involved in such trivial matters, and Mihail was no objection to that rule. He saw no benefit in the slightest when it came to becoming too angered here, especially given this other boy's nature: he clearly was not from any noble family that might prove useful to House Thanasi. There was no rumour to be spread about this one. "I am unharmed and, from the looks of things, you appear to be alright as well. We shall leave the subject at that."
Whilst Mihail might not have seen any use in screaming at the guy, he could most certainly see one good outcome from his false stoicism and indifference towards the harm he'd been caused. This boy was stunningly good looking in a manner that he didn't quite understand, and yet he couldn't deny wanting to at least try and get a piece of him. It had only been a couple of years since he'd first and last tried it with a man (a fact he had made a sincere effort to keep a secret, lest others somehow find way to use the knowledge against him) and, quite honestly, he couldn't deny having enjoyed it just that little bit more than with a woman. He dearly wished to try it again and this seemed like an ideal opportunity, only with the hope that this man would be willing. "It's Mihail. I came to Athenia from Colchis for the archery competition tomorrow. Will you be attending?" It likely wasn't the most subtle of attempts at introduction and flirtation - certainly awkwardly placed given what had just happened between the two of them - but it was a start, and Mihail saw nothing wrong with it so long as it got the job at least partially done.
Perhaps it was unlucky that Mihail was so easily distracted by the site of such a gorgeous chiton. If he had not been staring at it with such fascination, then whoever this was would not have bumped into him in such a manner. Of course, the boy was still young and he still maintained that strong sense of self-righteousness that would never truly leave him, the belief that he most certainly could not be in the wrong for anything of this sort and, as such, he would never even think of taking the blame for an incident such as this one (or any incident that didn't entirely seem as though it would prove beneficial to him in future). Instead, he frowned at the stuttered apologies that were being thrown in his direction, carefully smoothing down his clothes and adjusting his hair before he looked up to answer the offending person.
"It's no matter," he answered curtly, having expected that to be that. Mihail's outfit was not destroyed and neither was his hair, and he had not come out of it injured in any way. He and his house were well known for their vengeful natures and stand-offish nature but they were not stupid. They did not get involved in such trivial matters, and Mihail was no objection to that rule. He saw no benefit in the slightest when it came to becoming too angered here, especially given this other boy's nature: he clearly was not from any noble family that might prove useful to House Thanasi. There was no rumour to be spread about this one. "I am unharmed and, from the looks of things, you appear to be alright as well. We shall leave the subject at that."
Whilst Mihail might not have seen any use in screaming at the guy, he could most certainly see one good outcome from his false stoicism and indifference towards the harm he'd been caused. This boy was stunningly good looking in a manner that he didn't quite understand, and yet he couldn't deny wanting to at least try and get a piece of him. It had only been a couple of years since he'd first and last tried it with a man (a fact he had made a sincere effort to keep a secret, lest others somehow find way to use the knowledge against him) and, quite honestly, he couldn't deny having enjoyed it just that little bit more than with a woman. He dearly wished to try it again and this seemed like an ideal opportunity, only with the hope that this man would be willing. "It's Mihail. I came to Athenia from Colchis for the archery competition tomorrow. Will you be attending?" It likely wasn't the most subtle of attempts at introduction and flirtation - certainly awkwardly placed given what had just happened between the two of them - but it was a start, and Mihail saw nothing wrong with it so long as it got the job at least partially done.
Zephyrus can't say he was surprised by the curt tone - he did just knock someone over, and it had been entirely his fault, a result of his own carelessness and lack of attention to his surroundings, distracted as he was by all the hustle and bustle of the Athenian market and with the sheer amount of things his young eyes was taking in. His worried look remained as he took a step back once the finely dressed male straightened up and spoke. The trapeze artist kept his mouth shut, biting his lip a little, a bad habit when he was nervous.
Should he be thankful that the male did not press matters further? One of his many friends within the circus had warned him to be careful, that the nobles they may meet in Athenia held high standards and were less willing to understand and forgive the little hoyden habits that the circus kids seem to have.
And he really wanted to be careful - Dehan would not be happy if he returned with problems on his heels. If the noble he had knocked over wanted to press matters, it would not have ended well... but luckily for him, he didn't seem to? As the dark haired male mentioned to leave the subject, Zephyrus let out a little sigh of relief, his chirpy smile returning slowly to his lips, as his eyes looked at the other with a clearer gaze.
His dark hair was curly, much like his own, even if the other deigned to keep it slightly longer then Zephyrus did to his own brunette tresses. His face held a proud tinge to it - but it was a fact that amused Zephyrus more then miffed him. The performer never was one to hold grudges, and he merely brushed off his first impression to reserve judgement until he further knew the man, and flashed the other his signature, bright and cheeky grin. "Tis a lovely name then, Mihail. I'm Zephyrus, although most people tend to call me Zeph." he replied, a mildly abashed look coming over him. Instinctively, he slipped his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "The archery competition? Ah... I'm afraid not. My troupe and I am in Athenia to visit and perform at the behest of a noble family. I am simply out tonight on.. borrowed time." His words held a tinge of cheekiness.
Looking over the male, Zephyrus couldn't deny that he was curious. The way the other male had subtly inserted an introduction that Zeph hadnot asked for, implied to Zephyrus that perhaps... perhaps this guy wouldn't mind some time with him, before he had to return to his colleagues and father? "How long would you be in Athenia then? Since you're from Colchis... would you like me to show you around the capital then? I'm not from Athenia myself, the city that is." Zeph said with a wry chuckle. "But the worst that can happen is if we get lost together. That isn't too bad... right?" he murmured, eyes sparkling, his body language welcoming to the other as he left the offer hanging in the air.
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Zephyrus can't say he was surprised by the curt tone - he did just knock someone over, and it had been entirely his fault, a result of his own carelessness and lack of attention to his surroundings, distracted as he was by all the hustle and bustle of the Athenian market and with the sheer amount of things his young eyes was taking in. His worried look remained as he took a step back once the finely dressed male straightened up and spoke. The trapeze artist kept his mouth shut, biting his lip a little, a bad habit when he was nervous.
Should he be thankful that the male did not press matters further? One of his many friends within the circus had warned him to be careful, that the nobles they may meet in Athenia held high standards and were less willing to understand and forgive the little hoyden habits that the circus kids seem to have.
And he really wanted to be careful - Dehan would not be happy if he returned with problems on his heels. If the noble he had knocked over wanted to press matters, it would not have ended well... but luckily for him, he didn't seem to? As the dark haired male mentioned to leave the subject, Zephyrus let out a little sigh of relief, his chirpy smile returning slowly to his lips, as his eyes looked at the other with a clearer gaze.
His dark hair was curly, much like his own, even if the other deigned to keep it slightly longer then Zephyrus did to his own brunette tresses. His face held a proud tinge to it - but it was a fact that amused Zephyrus more then miffed him. The performer never was one to hold grudges, and he merely brushed off his first impression to reserve judgement until he further knew the man, and flashed the other his signature, bright and cheeky grin. "Tis a lovely name then, Mihail. I'm Zephyrus, although most people tend to call me Zeph." he replied, a mildly abashed look coming over him. Instinctively, he slipped his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "The archery competition? Ah... I'm afraid not. My troupe and I am in Athenia to visit and perform at the behest of a noble family. I am simply out tonight on.. borrowed time." His words held a tinge of cheekiness.
Looking over the male, Zephyrus couldn't deny that he was curious. The way the other male had subtly inserted an introduction that Zeph hadnot asked for, implied to Zephyrus that perhaps... perhaps this guy wouldn't mind some time with him, before he had to return to his colleagues and father? "How long would you be in Athenia then? Since you're from Colchis... would you like me to show you around the capital then? I'm not from Athenia myself, the city that is." Zeph said with a wry chuckle. "But the worst that can happen is if we get lost together. That isn't too bad... right?" he murmured, eyes sparkling, his body language welcoming to the other as he left the offer hanging in the air.
Zephyrus can't say he was surprised by the curt tone - he did just knock someone over, and it had been entirely his fault, a result of his own carelessness and lack of attention to his surroundings, distracted as he was by all the hustle and bustle of the Athenian market and with the sheer amount of things his young eyes was taking in. His worried look remained as he took a step back once the finely dressed male straightened up and spoke. The trapeze artist kept his mouth shut, biting his lip a little, a bad habit when he was nervous.
Should he be thankful that the male did not press matters further? One of his many friends within the circus had warned him to be careful, that the nobles they may meet in Athenia held high standards and were less willing to understand and forgive the little hoyden habits that the circus kids seem to have.
And he really wanted to be careful - Dehan would not be happy if he returned with problems on his heels. If the noble he had knocked over wanted to press matters, it would not have ended well... but luckily for him, he didn't seem to? As the dark haired male mentioned to leave the subject, Zephyrus let out a little sigh of relief, his chirpy smile returning slowly to his lips, as his eyes looked at the other with a clearer gaze.
His dark hair was curly, much like his own, even if the other deigned to keep it slightly longer then Zephyrus did to his own brunette tresses. His face held a proud tinge to it - but it was a fact that amused Zephyrus more then miffed him. The performer never was one to hold grudges, and he merely brushed off his first impression to reserve judgement until he further knew the man, and flashed the other his signature, bright and cheeky grin. "Tis a lovely name then, Mihail. I'm Zephyrus, although most people tend to call me Zeph." he replied, a mildly abashed look coming over him. Instinctively, he slipped his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "The archery competition? Ah... I'm afraid not. My troupe and I am in Athenia to visit and perform at the behest of a noble family. I am simply out tonight on.. borrowed time." His words held a tinge of cheekiness.
Looking over the male, Zephyrus couldn't deny that he was curious. The way the other male had subtly inserted an introduction that Zeph hadnot asked for, implied to Zephyrus that perhaps... perhaps this guy wouldn't mind some time with him, before he had to return to his colleagues and father? "How long would you be in Athenia then? Since you're from Colchis... would you like me to show you around the capital then? I'm not from Athenia myself, the city that is." Zeph said with a wry chuckle. "But the worst that can happen is if we get lost together. That isn't too bad... right?" he murmured, eyes sparkling, his body language welcoming to the other as he left the offer hanging in the air.
It seemed as though his companion did not question how quickly Mihail had changed the subject of their conversation and he had even caught the other boy breathing a sigh of what he had to assume was genuine relief that Mihail was simply changing the subject instead of saying something else about the less than comfortable circumstance they had met in. It was understandable that he would be concerned - they were noticeably of different social backgrounds and he assumed the other might be logically afraid of some sort of intense attack on him solely for that reason. What luck it was for him that Mihail was not willing to waste a carefully thought out act of vengeance on someone he did not imagine seeing all too often after he left the kingdom.
"Hopefully enough time," Mihail added, half-whispering the comment as he considered just how much time he had before Nethis grew worried about his disappearance. Or, more likely, irritated. She did not usually care for her younger brother's personal antics interrupting her very precisely planned schedules. "A troupe? Perhaps you could come and perform for us sometime...if you are not too busy. I know I would love to see just what you can do."
How long would Mihail be there? However long Nethis required them to be there, he supposed, and, now, hopefully long enough that he might be able to spend some time with the fine gentleman before him. "A few days at the very least, I am certain. My sisters has business in the capital and I'm afraid I cannot say for certain how long I shall have to be here whilst she handles it." Nethis never left things at halves, after all, and he doubted she would be willing to leave until every last potential problem in her business had been ironed out and she could ensure full success in all her plans.
The undertones to Zeph's comment was immediately obvious to Mihail and he could not help but smile in response, offering up an arm for him to take in order to guide him around. "I would be absolutely honoured if you wished to show me around. And as for getting lost..." He reached across, gently pressing his fingertips onto Zeph's bare forearm, initiating a new form of contact between the pair of them, though he maintained eye contact the whole while, the coy expression still evident on his face. "I don't think I would mind it in the slightest if I found myself lost in a foreign city with someone like yourself."
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It seemed as though his companion did not question how quickly Mihail had changed the subject of their conversation and he had even caught the other boy breathing a sigh of what he had to assume was genuine relief that Mihail was simply changing the subject instead of saying something else about the less than comfortable circumstance they had met in. It was understandable that he would be concerned - they were noticeably of different social backgrounds and he assumed the other might be logically afraid of some sort of intense attack on him solely for that reason. What luck it was for him that Mihail was not willing to waste a carefully thought out act of vengeance on someone he did not imagine seeing all too often after he left the kingdom.
"Hopefully enough time," Mihail added, half-whispering the comment as he considered just how much time he had before Nethis grew worried about his disappearance. Or, more likely, irritated. She did not usually care for her younger brother's personal antics interrupting her very precisely planned schedules. "A troupe? Perhaps you could come and perform for us sometime...if you are not too busy. I know I would love to see just what you can do."
How long would Mihail be there? However long Nethis required them to be there, he supposed, and, now, hopefully long enough that he might be able to spend some time with the fine gentleman before him. "A few days at the very least, I am certain. My sisters has business in the capital and I'm afraid I cannot say for certain how long I shall have to be here whilst she handles it." Nethis never left things at halves, after all, and he doubted she would be willing to leave until every last potential problem in her business had been ironed out and she could ensure full success in all her plans.
The undertones to Zeph's comment was immediately obvious to Mihail and he could not help but smile in response, offering up an arm for him to take in order to guide him around. "I would be absolutely honoured if you wished to show me around. And as for getting lost..." He reached across, gently pressing his fingertips onto Zeph's bare forearm, initiating a new form of contact between the pair of them, though he maintained eye contact the whole while, the coy expression still evident on his face. "I don't think I would mind it in the slightest if I found myself lost in a foreign city with someone like yourself."
It seemed as though his companion did not question how quickly Mihail had changed the subject of their conversation and he had even caught the other boy breathing a sigh of what he had to assume was genuine relief that Mihail was simply changing the subject instead of saying something else about the less than comfortable circumstance they had met in. It was understandable that he would be concerned - they were noticeably of different social backgrounds and he assumed the other might be logically afraid of some sort of intense attack on him solely for that reason. What luck it was for him that Mihail was not willing to waste a carefully thought out act of vengeance on someone he did not imagine seeing all too often after he left the kingdom.
"Hopefully enough time," Mihail added, half-whispering the comment as he considered just how much time he had before Nethis grew worried about his disappearance. Or, more likely, irritated. She did not usually care for her younger brother's personal antics interrupting her very precisely planned schedules. "A troupe? Perhaps you could come and perform for us sometime...if you are not too busy. I know I would love to see just what you can do."
How long would Mihail be there? However long Nethis required them to be there, he supposed, and, now, hopefully long enough that he might be able to spend some time with the fine gentleman before him. "A few days at the very least, I am certain. My sisters has business in the capital and I'm afraid I cannot say for certain how long I shall have to be here whilst she handles it." Nethis never left things at halves, after all, and he doubted she would be willing to leave until every last potential problem in her business had been ironed out and she could ensure full success in all her plans.
The undertones to Zeph's comment was immediately obvious to Mihail and he could not help but smile in response, offering up an arm for him to take in order to guide him around. "I would be absolutely honoured if you wished to show me around. And as for getting lost..." He reached across, gently pressing his fingertips onto Zeph's bare forearm, initiating a new form of contact between the pair of them, though he maintained eye contact the whole while, the coy expression still evident on his face. "I don't think I would mind it in the slightest if I found myself lost in a foreign city with someone like yourself."
Zephyrus's eyes twinkled, and he couldn't resist the cheeky wink that he flashed Mihail. "Perhaps. If you send my father an invitation... with the appropriate coin, I doubt Dehan would deny it." he murmured, knowing how much his father craved coin and rich above everything else. That, plus Zephyrus was a little bit of a show off, and he did enjoy pleasing the crowd... or whoever his audience happened to be, really. He was a people-pleaser at heart.
The forward way in which the young noble pressed on his forearm made a flicker of surprise pass the trapeze artists eyes, and momentarily, Zephyrus looked down at where his skin met the others.
His lips fell open, but the look of surprise quickly melted to that of a smile - Zephyrus was a forward person, but to receive confirmation from someone first before moving forward to shamelessly flirt was always something he would like. While the young male had dabbled with relationships with younger females before, he had undoubtedly found himself more entranced with those of his same sex, and this Mihail character had exceptionally alluring eyes that Zephyrus found himself hard-pressed to tear his own away from.
Plus, the coy expression was really making him wish they were not in a market filled with people now.
Zephyrus now wore a smile that matched Mihail's coy expression, and reaching up, he grasped the dark-haired male's hands in his own, giving it a gentle tug. "Then I shall endeavour to get us well and truly lost then." Instead of walking, Zephyrus broke into a light jog, leading Mihail until they got out of the main, bustling area of the market. Occasionally, he would look back to ensure that Mihail could keep up,but otherwise Zeph did not stop until they reached the edges of the market. There, he took a sharp turn, which led them to a street that would bring them to the Outer Circle, one of which was a rented house where Zephyrus currently stayed with his travelling troupe for the duration of their stay in the capital.
Only then, did his steps slowed, and he tossed a grin to Mihail, one that showed his natural cheek and teasing manner. Keeping his hands wound around the others, Zephyrus gave another tug, and the two would then find themselves in a smaller alley that was mostly deserted. The cobbled path was a forgotten one that lay in between rows of houses, and it was there that Zeph would press Mihail against a wall, a low burning fire warming up the embers of his dark eyes. He bit his bottom lip coyly, finally releasing Mihail, but never stepping very far from the other. "Right. I think we're well and throughly lost now, don't you think?"
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Zephyrus's eyes twinkled, and he couldn't resist the cheeky wink that he flashed Mihail. "Perhaps. If you send my father an invitation... with the appropriate coin, I doubt Dehan would deny it." he murmured, knowing how much his father craved coin and rich above everything else. That, plus Zephyrus was a little bit of a show off, and he did enjoy pleasing the crowd... or whoever his audience happened to be, really. He was a people-pleaser at heart.
The forward way in which the young noble pressed on his forearm made a flicker of surprise pass the trapeze artists eyes, and momentarily, Zephyrus looked down at where his skin met the others.
His lips fell open, but the look of surprise quickly melted to that of a smile - Zephyrus was a forward person, but to receive confirmation from someone first before moving forward to shamelessly flirt was always something he would like. While the young male had dabbled with relationships with younger females before, he had undoubtedly found himself more entranced with those of his same sex, and this Mihail character had exceptionally alluring eyes that Zephyrus found himself hard-pressed to tear his own away from.
Plus, the coy expression was really making him wish they were not in a market filled with people now.
Zephyrus now wore a smile that matched Mihail's coy expression, and reaching up, he grasped the dark-haired male's hands in his own, giving it a gentle tug. "Then I shall endeavour to get us well and truly lost then." Instead of walking, Zephyrus broke into a light jog, leading Mihail until they got out of the main, bustling area of the market. Occasionally, he would look back to ensure that Mihail could keep up,but otherwise Zeph did not stop until they reached the edges of the market. There, he took a sharp turn, which led them to a street that would bring them to the Outer Circle, one of which was a rented house where Zephyrus currently stayed with his travelling troupe for the duration of their stay in the capital.
Only then, did his steps slowed, and he tossed a grin to Mihail, one that showed his natural cheek and teasing manner. Keeping his hands wound around the others, Zephyrus gave another tug, and the two would then find themselves in a smaller alley that was mostly deserted. The cobbled path was a forgotten one that lay in between rows of houses, and it was there that Zeph would press Mihail against a wall, a low burning fire warming up the embers of his dark eyes. He bit his bottom lip coyly, finally releasing Mihail, but never stepping very far from the other. "Right. I think we're well and throughly lost now, don't you think?"
Zephyrus's eyes twinkled, and he couldn't resist the cheeky wink that he flashed Mihail. "Perhaps. If you send my father an invitation... with the appropriate coin, I doubt Dehan would deny it." he murmured, knowing how much his father craved coin and rich above everything else. That, plus Zephyrus was a little bit of a show off, and he did enjoy pleasing the crowd... or whoever his audience happened to be, really. He was a people-pleaser at heart.
The forward way in which the young noble pressed on his forearm made a flicker of surprise pass the trapeze artists eyes, and momentarily, Zephyrus looked down at where his skin met the others.
His lips fell open, but the look of surprise quickly melted to that of a smile - Zephyrus was a forward person, but to receive confirmation from someone first before moving forward to shamelessly flirt was always something he would like. While the young male had dabbled with relationships with younger females before, he had undoubtedly found himself more entranced with those of his same sex, and this Mihail character had exceptionally alluring eyes that Zephyrus found himself hard-pressed to tear his own away from.
Plus, the coy expression was really making him wish they were not in a market filled with people now.
Zephyrus now wore a smile that matched Mihail's coy expression, and reaching up, he grasped the dark-haired male's hands in his own, giving it a gentle tug. "Then I shall endeavour to get us well and truly lost then." Instead of walking, Zephyrus broke into a light jog, leading Mihail until they got out of the main, bustling area of the market. Occasionally, he would look back to ensure that Mihail could keep up,but otherwise Zeph did not stop until they reached the edges of the market. There, he took a sharp turn, which led them to a street that would bring them to the Outer Circle, one of which was a rented house where Zephyrus currently stayed with his travelling troupe for the duration of their stay in the capital.
Only then, did his steps slowed, and he tossed a grin to Mihail, one that showed his natural cheek and teasing manner. Keeping his hands wound around the others, Zephyrus gave another tug, and the two would then find themselves in a smaller alley that was mostly deserted. The cobbled path was a forgotten one that lay in between rows of houses, and it was there that Zeph would press Mihail against a wall, a low burning fire warming up the embers of his dark eyes. He bit his bottom lip coyly, finally releasing Mihail, but never stepping very far from the other. "Right. I think we're well and throughly lost now, don't you think?"
Mihail was not an athletic sort. He was slight in stature, with the slender frame so typical of those in his family. The only sport he excelled at - or even really tried to do well in, to be perfectly honest - was archery, and he hardly found himself with much need to run. The way the other had grabbed his hand and pulled him away was almost too much for his inexperience, and he near stumbled as he kept up with the other, so apparently more able-bodied. Still, he succeeded in keeping close to him, following the man out of the market and down the side streets until they came to a final stop in some hidden alleyway. It was the very sort of backstreet that Mihail would never have dared visit in the midst of the night in Colchis, and certainly not in a city so unknown to him. He was only young and could barely defend himself, so used to remaining 1within the safety of his own home and rarely venturing out alone, despite his gender. He was too used to the control of his sisters to feel completely safe without them.
"Certainly lost enough," Mihail agreed, pushed against one of the walls, loosely resting an arm on either one of his companion's shoulders, almost holding him in place. He smirked, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he ran his gaze fully over Zephyrus. He had not been with many men - not many women either, given his age - and he was still discovering himself in that regard, so to say, but he knew exactly the kind he was interested in, and this man was just that. "I think I'm getting lost in those eyes now..."
Wrapping his arms more tightly around the man's shoulders, he pulled Zephyrus in closer, his line of sight moving back up to make contact with Zephyrus's, staring into his eyes as he spoke. "...but I don't think I quite mind." He tugged the other in closer so that their lips were close to touching, holding him there for a few long moments, still looking into his eyes with the same half-smug expression lingering on his face. This confidence was not something he was used to, much more used to taking a less dominant role when it came to his same-sex relationships, and yet, this time, he was going straight for it.
And, with that, Mihail leaned in the remaining millimetres between them and placed a soft kiss on Zephyrus's lips, almost urging him to return the sentiment.
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Mihail was not an athletic sort. He was slight in stature, with the slender frame so typical of those in his family. The only sport he excelled at - or even really tried to do well in, to be perfectly honest - was archery, and he hardly found himself with much need to run. The way the other had grabbed his hand and pulled him away was almost too much for his inexperience, and he near stumbled as he kept up with the other, so apparently more able-bodied. Still, he succeeded in keeping close to him, following the man out of the market and down the side streets until they came to a final stop in some hidden alleyway. It was the very sort of backstreet that Mihail would never have dared visit in the midst of the night in Colchis, and certainly not in a city so unknown to him. He was only young and could barely defend himself, so used to remaining 1within the safety of his own home and rarely venturing out alone, despite his gender. He was too used to the control of his sisters to feel completely safe without them.
"Certainly lost enough," Mihail agreed, pushed against one of the walls, loosely resting an arm on either one of his companion's shoulders, almost holding him in place. He smirked, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he ran his gaze fully over Zephyrus. He had not been with many men - not many women either, given his age - and he was still discovering himself in that regard, so to say, but he knew exactly the kind he was interested in, and this man was just that. "I think I'm getting lost in those eyes now..."
Wrapping his arms more tightly around the man's shoulders, he pulled Zephyrus in closer, his line of sight moving back up to make contact with Zephyrus's, staring into his eyes as he spoke. "...but I don't think I quite mind." He tugged the other in closer so that their lips were close to touching, holding him there for a few long moments, still looking into his eyes with the same half-smug expression lingering on his face. This confidence was not something he was used to, much more used to taking a less dominant role when it came to his same-sex relationships, and yet, this time, he was going straight for it.
And, with that, Mihail leaned in the remaining millimetres between them and placed a soft kiss on Zephyrus's lips, almost urging him to return the sentiment.
Mihail was not an athletic sort. He was slight in stature, with the slender frame so typical of those in his family. The only sport he excelled at - or even really tried to do well in, to be perfectly honest - was archery, and he hardly found himself with much need to run. The way the other had grabbed his hand and pulled him away was almost too much for his inexperience, and he near stumbled as he kept up with the other, so apparently more able-bodied. Still, he succeeded in keeping close to him, following the man out of the market and down the side streets until they came to a final stop in some hidden alleyway. It was the very sort of backstreet that Mihail would never have dared visit in the midst of the night in Colchis, and certainly not in a city so unknown to him. He was only young and could barely defend himself, so used to remaining 1within the safety of his own home and rarely venturing out alone, despite his gender. He was too used to the control of his sisters to feel completely safe without them.
"Certainly lost enough," Mihail agreed, pushed against one of the walls, loosely resting an arm on either one of his companion's shoulders, almost holding him in place. He smirked, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards as he ran his gaze fully over Zephyrus. He had not been with many men - not many women either, given his age - and he was still discovering himself in that regard, so to say, but he knew exactly the kind he was interested in, and this man was just that. "I think I'm getting lost in those eyes now..."
Wrapping his arms more tightly around the man's shoulders, he pulled Zephyrus in closer, his line of sight moving back up to make contact with Zephyrus's, staring into his eyes as he spoke. "...but I don't think I quite mind." He tugged the other in closer so that their lips were close to touching, holding him there for a few long moments, still looking into his eyes with the same half-smug expression lingering on his face. This confidence was not something he was used to, much more used to taking a less dominant role when it came to his same-sex relationships, and yet, this time, he was going straight for it.
And, with that, Mihail leaned in the remaining millimetres between them and placed a soft kiss on Zephyrus's lips, almost urging him to return the sentiment.
He was an unabashed male. While many others were conservative in their interests, Zephyrus's long years spent in a performing troupe and school has managed to instill in the young man that being shy would get him nowhere. Only when he puts himself out in the crowd's eye, would Zephyrus ever get any attention and only through attention, would he be able to achieve more.
That lesson, he applied in almost every facet of is life. So he did not hide his interest for the similar gender of his life. Zephyrus had tried, but girls could never hold his interest as much as men could. This Mihail he had just met barely ten minutes ago, was one of those who intrigued him at first sight. A young teenager still learning to control his hormones, Zephyrus rarely held back when he found himself attracted to someone. He respected a rejection, but... he's yet to receive one from Mihail anyway.
If anything, the other's arms loosely rested around his shoulders proved otherwise. As if holding him in place, there was no doubt that Zephyrus could've twisted out of the other's grasp if he wanted to, but why would he? The dark curls of the other made him wanted to run his fingers through them, the pair of coy eyes complementing the smirk that Mihail now wore, all a perfect equation to draw Zephyrus further in.
He put up no fight as Mihail pulled him closer in. Their breaths mingled together, and Zeph bit his bottom lip. It was electrifying when their eyes met, an attraction that made his pulse jump. He itched to wipe the half-smug smile off the other's face.
The soft kiss was a welcome one - if he had waited any longer, Zephyrus would have done the same himself. Eagerly pressing in towards Mihail, he tilted is head to allow the other easier access. His hands that spanned the other's waist, now headed for the small of Mihail's back, and tugging so their bodies were pressed so close together, a slip of parchment would not be able to pass between them. The other one headed upwards, finding and teasing the ends of where his hair met his neck. His tongue trailed the edges of Mihail's lips, urging the other to allow him entrance, tugging at his lower lip hungrily with his teeth.
Their kiss was a mix of bold and eager, a meeting of two hormone-crazed teenagers who obviously had yet to learn how to slake off the edge of their desires. Just the kiss alone was enough to send shots of heated pleasue down Zephyrus's body. When the kiss broke apart, his breathe came ragged and heated, his gaze now hooded and darkened with desire. Zephyrus pressed his whole body against Mihail, a question on his lips, "Mind getting lost further?"
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He was an unabashed male. While many others were conservative in their interests, Zephyrus's long years spent in a performing troupe and school has managed to instill in the young man that being shy would get him nowhere. Only when he puts himself out in the crowd's eye, would Zephyrus ever get any attention and only through attention, would he be able to achieve more.
That lesson, he applied in almost every facet of is life. So he did not hide his interest for the similar gender of his life. Zephyrus had tried, but girls could never hold his interest as much as men could. This Mihail he had just met barely ten minutes ago, was one of those who intrigued him at first sight. A young teenager still learning to control his hormones, Zephyrus rarely held back when he found himself attracted to someone. He respected a rejection, but... he's yet to receive one from Mihail anyway.
If anything, the other's arms loosely rested around his shoulders proved otherwise. As if holding him in place, there was no doubt that Zephyrus could've twisted out of the other's grasp if he wanted to, but why would he? The dark curls of the other made him wanted to run his fingers through them, the pair of coy eyes complementing the smirk that Mihail now wore, all a perfect equation to draw Zephyrus further in.
He put up no fight as Mihail pulled him closer in. Their breaths mingled together, and Zeph bit his bottom lip. It was electrifying when their eyes met, an attraction that made his pulse jump. He itched to wipe the half-smug smile off the other's face.
The soft kiss was a welcome one - if he had waited any longer, Zephyrus would have done the same himself. Eagerly pressing in towards Mihail, he tilted is head to allow the other easier access. His hands that spanned the other's waist, now headed for the small of Mihail's back, and tugging so their bodies were pressed so close together, a slip of parchment would not be able to pass between them. The other one headed upwards, finding and teasing the ends of where his hair met his neck. His tongue trailed the edges of Mihail's lips, urging the other to allow him entrance, tugging at his lower lip hungrily with his teeth.
Their kiss was a mix of bold and eager, a meeting of two hormone-crazed teenagers who obviously had yet to learn how to slake off the edge of their desires. Just the kiss alone was enough to send shots of heated pleasue down Zephyrus's body. When the kiss broke apart, his breathe came ragged and heated, his gaze now hooded and darkened with desire. Zephyrus pressed his whole body against Mihail, a question on his lips, "Mind getting lost further?"
He was an unabashed male. While many others were conservative in their interests, Zephyrus's long years spent in a performing troupe and school has managed to instill in the young man that being shy would get him nowhere. Only when he puts himself out in the crowd's eye, would Zephyrus ever get any attention and only through attention, would he be able to achieve more.
That lesson, he applied in almost every facet of is life. So he did not hide his interest for the similar gender of his life. Zephyrus had tried, but girls could never hold his interest as much as men could. This Mihail he had just met barely ten minutes ago, was one of those who intrigued him at first sight. A young teenager still learning to control his hormones, Zephyrus rarely held back when he found himself attracted to someone. He respected a rejection, but... he's yet to receive one from Mihail anyway.
If anything, the other's arms loosely rested around his shoulders proved otherwise. As if holding him in place, there was no doubt that Zephyrus could've twisted out of the other's grasp if he wanted to, but why would he? The dark curls of the other made him wanted to run his fingers through them, the pair of coy eyes complementing the smirk that Mihail now wore, all a perfect equation to draw Zephyrus further in.
He put up no fight as Mihail pulled him closer in. Their breaths mingled together, and Zeph bit his bottom lip. It was electrifying when their eyes met, an attraction that made his pulse jump. He itched to wipe the half-smug smile off the other's face.
The soft kiss was a welcome one - if he had waited any longer, Zephyrus would have done the same himself. Eagerly pressing in towards Mihail, he tilted is head to allow the other easier access. His hands that spanned the other's waist, now headed for the small of Mihail's back, and tugging so their bodies were pressed so close together, a slip of parchment would not be able to pass between them. The other one headed upwards, finding and teasing the ends of where his hair met his neck. His tongue trailed the edges of Mihail's lips, urging the other to allow him entrance, tugging at his lower lip hungrily with his teeth.
Their kiss was a mix of bold and eager, a meeting of two hormone-crazed teenagers who obviously had yet to learn how to slake off the edge of their desires. Just the kiss alone was enough to send shots of heated pleasue down Zephyrus's body. When the kiss broke apart, his breathe came ragged and heated, his gaze now hooded and darkened with desire. Zephyrus pressed his whole body against Mihail, a question on his lips, "Mind getting lost further?"
Mihail might have liked men just as much as he liked women but he was less experienced with them. Back at home, under the watchful eyes of all his siblings, there simply wasn’t the opportunity: he didn’t feel anywhere near as safe going after both genders as he did now that they were in a new kingdom and such damaging rumours could not spread. But his inability to experiment had left him too eager and not knowledgeable enough, and he barely knew where to take this outside of his own silly fantasies. All of that said, however, it did nothing to end his cockiness.
Zephyrus had pulled him closer, and Mihail felt his body tingle where the boy’s hands pressed against him, so unused was he to this unabashed yet so long-desired contact with another man. He barely hesitated in letting him in, separating his lips just enough to let the other in. His companion was perfect. Perfect in looks and perfectly gifted at their current activity. If he had been younger or more naive, he would have proclaimed love to the man right then and there but he was no idiot. Their closeness made him feel weak, and the weakness spread through him further with every passing moment, his arms tightening around Zeph’s shoulders to try and bring them even closer together. As close as was possible.
”Further?” he questioned, almost reluctant to have given up the kiss, though eager with what it promised. ”I think I’d like to completely disappear with you.” There seemed no hesitation in Zephyrus, and there wasn’t room for any in Mihail. Whilst fussy and petulant at the best of times, his overwhelming desire burned stronger than any distaste he might have had for sex in some unknown alleyway, and any fears of dirt or dust or being seen and gossiped about were easily forgotten. Not wanting to separate the pair of them more than was at all necessary, he released his grip on Zephyrus ever so slightly and reached around to fumble with the bronze clasp on his shoulder, tugging it undone. The soft material slid down and hung around his waist, held in place by his thin belt and leaving his bare torso exposed. The weather was warm enough that he barely cared, moving to undo the other’s chiton in the same way so the pair of them were left half-naked together, arms wrapping around him once more.
Ever so slightly grinding up against Zephyrus, Mihail leaned in to plant a new kiss on the corner of his mouth, trailing them slowly along his jawline and down to his neck. For a moment, he stopped, glancing up and into his eyes as though to request permission to move further, although the teenager already knew it was granted. ”Allow me,” he whispered, that smug smirk back on his face. His hands had slid down to hold Zeph by the waist, trailing his hungered kisses down the boy’s front, starting on his clavicle before he moved down his chest, hovering around his navel and stopping only just where his skin met the folds of his chiton.
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Mihail might have liked men just as much as he liked women but he was less experienced with them. Back at home, under the watchful eyes of all his siblings, there simply wasn’t the opportunity: he didn’t feel anywhere near as safe going after both genders as he did now that they were in a new kingdom and such damaging rumours could not spread. But his inability to experiment had left him too eager and not knowledgeable enough, and he barely knew where to take this outside of his own silly fantasies. All of that said, however, it did nothing to end his cockiness.
Zephyrus had pulled him closer, and Mihail felt his body tingle where the boy’s hands pressed against him, so unused was he to this unabashed yet so long-desired contact with another man. He barely hesitated in letting him in, separating his lips just enough to let the other in. His companion was perfect. Perfect in looks and perfectly gifted at their current activity. If he had been younger or more naive, he would have proclaimed love to the man right then and there but he was no idiot. Their closeness made him feel weak, and the weakness spread through him further with every passing moment, his arms tightening around Zeph’s shoulders to try and bring them even closer together. As close as was possible.
”Further?” he questioned, almost reluctant to have given up the kiss, though eager with what it promised. ”I think I’d like to completely disappear with you.” There seemed no hesitation in Zephyrus, and there wasn’t room for any in Mihail. Whilst fussy and petulant at the best of times, his overwhelming desire burned stronger than any distaste he might have had for sex in some unknown alleyway, and any fears of dirt or dust or being seen and gossiped about were easily forgotten. Not wanting to separate the pair of them more than was at all necessary, he released his grip on Zephyrus ever so slightly and reached around to fumble with the bronze clasp on his shoulder, tugging it undone. The soft material slid down and hung around his waist, held in place by his thin belt and leaving his bare torso exposed. The weather was warm enough that he barely cared, moving to undo the other’s chiton in the same way so the pair of them were left half-naked together, arms wrapping around him once more.
Ever so slightly grinding up against Zephyrus, Mihail leaned in to plant a new kiss on the corner of his mouth, trailing them slowly along his jawline and down to his neck. For a moment, he stopped, glancing up and into his eyes as though to request permission to move further, although the teenager already knew it was granted. ”Allow me,” he whispered, that smug smirk back on his face. His hands had slid down to hold Zeph by the waist, trailing his hungered kisses down the boy’s front, starting on his clavicle before he moved down his chest, hovering around his navel and stopping only just where his skin met the folds of his chiton.
Mihail might have liked men just as much as he liked women but he was less experienced with them. Back at home, under the watchful eyes of all his siblings, there simply wasn’t the opportunity: he didn’t feel anywhere near as safe going after both genders as he did now that they were in a new kingdom and such damaging rumours could not spread. But his inability to experiment had left him too eager and not knowledgeable enough, and he barely knew where to take this outside of his own silly fantasies. All of that said, however, it did nothing to end his cockiness.
Zephyrus had pulled him closer, and Mihail felt his body tingle where the boy’s hands pressed against him, so unused was he to this unabashed yet so long-desired contact with another man. He barely hesitated in letting him in, separating his lips just enough to let the other in. His companion was perfect. Perfect in looks and perfectly gifted at their current activity. If he had been younger or more naive, he would have proclaimed love to the man right then and there but he was no idiot. Their closeness made him feel weak, and the weakness spread through him further with every passing moment, his arms tightening around Zeph’s shoulders to try and bring them even closer together. As close as was possible.
”Further?” he questioned, almost reluctant to have given up the kiss, though eager with what it promised. ”I think I’d like to completely disappear with you.” There seemed no hesitation in Zephyrus, and there wasn’t room for any in Mihail. Whilst fussy and petulant at the best of times, his overwhelming desire burned stronger than any distaste he might have had for sex in some unknown alleyway, and any fears of dirt or dust or being seen and gossiped about were easily forgotten. Not wanting to separate the pair of them more than was at all necessary, he released his grip on Zephyrus ever so slightly and reached around to fumble with the bronze clasp on his shoulder, tugging it undone. The soft material slid down and hung around his waist, held in place by his thin belt and leaving his bare torso exposed. The weather was warm enough that he barely cared, moving to undo the other’s chiton in the same way so the pair of them were left half-naked together, arms wrapping around him once more.
Ever so slightly grinding up against Zephyrus, Mihail leaned in to plant a new kiss on the corner of his mouth, trailing them slowly along his jawline and down to his neck. For a moment, he stopped, glancing up and into his eyes as though to request permission to move further, although the teenager already knew it was granted. ”Allow me,” he whispered, that smug smirk back on his face. His hands had slid down to hold Zeph by the waist, trailing his hungered kisses down the boy’s front, starting on his clavicle before he moved down his chest, hovering around his navel and stopping only just where his skin met the folds of his chiton.
Zephyrus was no green child - he's been with a few, ever since his first partner when he had been fifteen, young and with raging hormones. So he was not silly enough to think that this would go any further, yet the aerial artiste was happy with the fleeting pleasure he would gain from the visiting young male, eager to explore how a one night stand would feel different from the regular partners he had from his troupe mates.
He had chuckled under his breathe at Mihail's admittance, a grin in his lips as he watched the other male unclasp his chiton and allow the material to fall. Zephyrus's eyes were akin to a predator, and he almost licked is lips as a lion would watching a dying gazelle, once the material fell to reveal the bare torso. The male barely reacted, and allowed Mihail's fingers to roam. Instead, he leaned forward to press kisses down the length of the side of Mihail's neck, down to where he pressed feather-light kisses against the other's bare chest, allowing his own material to fall to his waist, the only thing holding them up the twined rope around his waist.
As the other grinded, Zephyrus let his hands which had rested on Mihail's back fall, to splay his strong, calloused palms over the pert bottom of the male, giving it a light squeeze as he too, rolled his hips to meet the other's. He was hard pressed to deny the other anything.
And sure enough, when Mihail slipped lower with a whispered words that was almost like a caress upon his skin, Zephyrus groaned as his lips trailed lower. With a hurried tug, he pulled at the twine holding his chiton up, and the rest of the material fell to the ground, leaving his manhood unhindered and standing to attention, almost hardening under Mihail's gaze. The aerial artiste's fingers had found themselves tangled in Mihail's curls, and there they tightened, tugging at the scalp, Zephyrus too eager to feel warmth around the begging organ. The way he looked down at Mihail looked part eager, part pleading as he bucked his hips towards the other, free hand gripping the base of his manhood.
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Zephyrus was no green child - he's been with a few, ever since his first partner when he had been fifteen, young and with raging hormones. So he was not silly enough to think that this would go any further, yet the aerial artiste was happy with the fleeting pleasure he would gain from the visiting young male, eager to explore how a one night stand would feel different from the regular partners he had from his troupe mates.
He had chuckled under his breathe at Mihail's admittance, a grin in his lips as he watched the other male unclasp his chiton and allow the material to fall. Zephyrus's eyes were akin to a predator, and he almost licked is lips as a lion would watching a dying gazelle, once the material fell to reveal the bare torso. The male barely reacted, and allowed Mihail's fingers to roam. Instead, he leaned forward to press kisses down the length of the side of Mihail's neck, down to where he pressed feather-light kisses against the other's bare chest, allowing his own material to fall to his waist, the only thing holding them up the twined rope around his waist.
As the other grinded, Zephyrus let his hands which had rested on Mihail's back fall, to splay his strong, calloused palms over the pert bottom of the male, giving it a light squeeze as he too, rolled his hips to meet the other's. He was hard pressed to deny the other anything.
And sure enough, when Mihail slipped lower with a whispered words that was almost like a caress upon his skin, Zephyrus groaned as his lips trailed lower. With a hurried tug, he pulled at the twine holding his chiton up, and the rest of the material fell to the ground, leaving his manhood unhindered and standing to attention, almost hardening under Mihail's gaze. The aerial artiste's fingers had found themselves tangled in Mihail's curls, and there they tightened, tugging at the scalp, Zephyrus too eager to feel warmth around the begging organ. The way he looked down at Mihail looked part eager, part pleading as he bucked his hips towards the other, free hand gripping the base of his manhood.
Zephyrus was no green child - he's been with a few, ever since his first partner when he had been fifteen, young and with raging hormones. So he was not silly enough to think that this would go any further, yet the aerial artiste was happy with the fleeting pleasure he would gain from the visiting young male, eager to explore how a one night stand would feel different from the regular partners he had from his troupe mates.
He had chuckled under his breathe at Mihail's admittance, a grin in his lips as he watched the other male unclasp his chiton and allow the material to fall. Zephyrus's eyes were akin to a predator, and he almost licked is lips as a lion would watching a dying gazelle, once the material fell to reveal the bare torso. The male barely reacted, and allowed Mihail's fingers to roam. Instead, he leaned forward to press kisses down the length of the side of Mihail's neck, down to where he pressed feather-light kisses against the other's bare chest, allowing his own material to fall to his waist, the only thing holding them up the twined rope around his waist.
As the other grinded, Zephyrus let his hands which had rested on Mihail's back fall, to splay his strong, calloused palms over the pert bottom of the male, giving it a light squeeze as he too, rolled his hips to meet the other's. He was hard pressed to deny the other anything.
And sure enough, when Mihail slipped lower with a whispered words that was almost like a caress upon his skin, Zephyrus groaned as his lips trailed lower. With a hurried tug, he pulled at the twine holding his chiton up, and the rest of the material fell to the ground, leaving his manhood unhindered and standing to attention, almost hardening under Mihail's gaze. The aerial artiste's fingers had found themselves tangled in Mihail's curls, and there they tightened, tugging at the scalp, Zephyrus too eager to feel warmth around the begging organ. The way he looked down at Mihail looked part eager, part pleading as he bucked his hips towards the other, free hand gripping the base of his manhood.
Perhaps Mihail was weaker than he'd thought.
He could not help but let out a small cry of surprise as he felt Zephyrus's hands on his backside, though the expression on his face quickly shifted, corners of his mouth turning upwards into a wide smile as they were pulled naturally closer. It was more than just their base animal instincts dragging them together; there was a sense of desire that the young Colchian had never felt before. He was no virgin - far from it, by now - but he may as well have been, eager for his first taste of something new. His current partner's hands were rougher, more heavily worked than those of the few ladies who had graced his bed; the feel of those lips on his chest somehow harsher than he'd ever known before, yet softer and more practised than any woman's.
His hands gripped the other boy by the waist, tugging him even closer as he awaited the permission he so deeply desired, each passing second before the chiton was dropped feeling an infinity. Then, quite suddenly, it was on the floor, and the other's manhood was revealed, and Mihail was left quiet and staring for another moment, now finding himself in wholly uncharted territory, and almost unsure what to do, yet still, so eager. It perhaps helped, then, that Zephyrus seemed entirely aware of just what he wanted and how he wanted it, hands locked in the Thanasi's thick dark hair, pulling him ever nearer.
Mihail didn't even have to glance back up at him for further confirmation, a hand moving from the man's waist to explore this new terrain. He ran a finger all the way along its length, titillating, seducing, and then lowered his lips towards him, allowing them to lightly brush his tip, feeling the mild shudder of the first real contact bolt through his body. He enveloped his lips around the tip of Zephyrus's manhood, gently taking it further into his mouth, as far as he could manage, swirling his tongue around the manhood and sucking softly.
This might have been the most usual feeling in the world for his companion - undoubtedly so much more used to dalliances with men than Mihail believed he could ever imagine - but the boy was still filled with a desire to do it new and better than Zephyrus might ever have felt before, and he made clear that want through the sheer vigour in his actions, glancing up to look in the eyes of the other, as though querying him, asking if this was as pleasurable as he intended it to be.
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Perhaps Mihail was weaker than he'd thought.
He could not help but let out a small cry of surprise as he felt Zephyrus's hands on his backside, though the expression on his face quickly shifted, corners of his mouth turning upwards into a wide smile as they were pulled naturally closer. It was more than just their base animal instincts dragging them together; there was a sense of desire that the young Colchian had never felt before. He was no virgin - far from it, by now - but he may as well have been, eager for his first taste of something new. His current partner's hands were rougher, more heavily worked than those of the few ladies who had graced his bed; the feel of those lips on his chest somehow harsher than he'd ever known before, yet softer and more practised than any woman's.
His hands gripped the other boy by the waist, tugging him even closer as he awaited the permission he so deeply desired, each passing second before the chiton was dropped feeling an infinity. Then, quite suddenly, it was on the floor, and the other's manhood was revealed, and Mihail was left quiet and staring for another moment, now finding himself in wholly uncharted territory, and almost unsure what to do, yet still, so eager. It perhaps helped, then, that Zephyrus seemed entirely aware of just what he wanted and how he wanted it, hands locked in the Thanasi's thick dark hair, pulling him ever nearer.
Mihail didn't even have to glance back up at him for further confirmation, a hand moving from the man's waist to explore this new terrain. He ran a finger all the way along its length, titillating, seducing, and then lowered his lips towards him, allowing them to lightly brush his tip, feeling the mild shudder of the first real contact bolt through his body. He enveloped his lips around the tip of Zephyrus's manhood, gently taking it further into his mouth, as far as he could manage, swirling his tongue around the manhood and sucking softly.
This might have been the most usual feeling in the world for his companion - undoubtedly so much more used to dalliances with men than Mihail believed he could ever imagine - but the boy was still filled with a desire to do it new and better than Zephyrus might ever have felt before, and he made clear that want through the sheer vigour in his actions, glancing up to look in the eyes of the other, as though querying him, asking if this was as pleasurable as he intended it to be.
Perhaps Mihail was weaker than he'd thought.
He could not help but let out a small cry of surprise as he felt Zephyrus's hands on his backside, though the expression on his face quickly shifted, corners of his mouth turning upwards into a wide smile as they were pulled naturally closer. It was more than just their base animal instincts dragging them together; there was a sense of desire that the young Colchian had never felt before. He was no virgin - far from it, by now - but he may as well have been, eager for his first taste of something new. His current partner's hands were rougher, more heavily worked than those of the few ladies who had graced his bed; the feel of those lips on his chest somehow harsher than he'd ever known before, yet softer and more practised than any woman's.
His hands gripped the other boy by the waist, tugging him even closer as he awaited the permission he so deeply desired, each passing second before the chiton was dropped feeling an infinity. Then, quite suddenly, it was on the floor, and the other's manhood was revealed, and Mihail was left quiet and staring for another moment, now finding himself in wholly uncharted territory, and almost unsure what to do, yet still, so eager. It perhaps helped, then, that Zephyrus seemed entirely aware of just what he wanted and how he wanted it, hands locked in the Thanasi's thick dark hair, pulling him ever nearer.
Mihail didn't even have to glance back up at him for further confirmation, a hand moving from the man's waist to explore this new terrain. He ran a finger all the way along its length, titillating, seducing, and then lowered his lips towards him, allowing them to lightly brush his tip, feeling the mild shudder of the first real contact bolt through his body. He enveloped his lips around the tip of Zephyrus's manhood, gently taking it further into his mouth, as far as he could manage, swirling his tongue around the manhood and sucking softly.
This might have been the most usual feeling in the world for his companion - undoubtedly so much more used to dalliances with men than Mihail believed he could ever imagine - but the boy was still filled with a desire to do it new and better than Zephyrus might ever have felt before, and he made clear that want through the sheer vigour in his actions, glancing up to look in the eyes of the other, as though querying him, asking if this was as pleasurable as he intended it to be.
Zephyrus went willingly and put up no fight against whatever the Colchian male pulled him to do. Allowing the other free reign of his body, the acrobat shuddered from the touch on his length, feeling the ghosting of Mihail's fingers across the sensitive skin. As the lips of the other enveloped themselves around his manhood, the guttural moan Zeph had been trying to keep within himself broke from the base of his throat. His hands had never left the Thanasi's locks, but now they tightened further as his lips slid further up his turgid staff, the swirl of his tongues sending more tendrils of pleasure up Zephyrus's spine.
The soft sucking made his knees buckle, and the free hand not entangled in the other's dark hair shot up to hold himself up against the wall, palms splaying. His chest bent forward, breathes coming in heavy pants at the ministration's the other's mouth had on him, a feeling that Zephyrus most enjoyed, as clear as day on the rapt attention he now wore on his face, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, looking quite the wonton that he was.
His hips moved involuntarily on his own, and holding Mihail's head in place, Zephyrus met the other's lips with rolls of his hips, seeking pleasure that only the male could offer, added on simply by the vigor of the other's movements. Biting his lip to muffle the groans that wanted to spill, mindful of the fact that him being too loud would draw unnecessary attention to them, his eyes flickered opened momentarily to meet Mihail's, and a soft smirk curled his lips upwards. It was by no means sardonic, merely thoroughly pleasured.
With a gentle tug, he pulled at the other's hair, so he could plant his lips on Mihail's, eagerly lapping up the taste of himself on his lips. His tongue sought for Mihail's, twirling them around just like how the Colchian had swirled around his manhood, before proceeding to suck on it. Pressing in closer, he positioned his own manhood so it was in line with the other's, and there, his deft fingers flicked the remainder of the chiton the other wore, so he could grasp his manhood in his fingers.
Experienced fingers held both his and Mihail's stiff shaft's together in one grip, long fingers from years of practicing acrobatics coming in use in another way now. With a practiced pressure, Zephyrus began to rub both of their shafts together, the lubricant of Mihail's saliva now helping the two stiff manhoods to slide against each other in a way that proved to be utterly delicious for the male. Lips dropped from the other's to rain kisses on Mihail's collarbone, down his shoulder, before Zephyrus got to nipping the earlobe, moaning softly against his ears as he pumped their manhoods together.
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Zephyrus went willingly and put up no fight against whatever the Colchian male pulled him to do. Allowing the other free reign of his body, the acrobat shuddered from the touch on his length, feeling the ghosting of Mihail's fingers across the sensitive skin. As the lips of the other enveloped themselves around his manhood, the guttural moan Zeph had been trying to keep within himself broke from the base of his throat. His hands had never left the Thanasi's locks, but now they tightened further as his lips slid further up his turgid staff, the swirl of his tongues sending more tendrils of pleasure up Zephyrus's spine.
The soft sucking made his knees buckle, and the free hand not entangled in the other's dark hair shot up to hold himself up against the wall, palms splaying. His chest bent forward, breathes coming in heavy pants at the ministration's the other's mouth had on him, a feeling that Zephyrus most enjoyed, as clear as day on the rapt attention he now wore on his face, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, looking quite the wonton that he was.
His hips moved involuntarily on his own, and holding Mihail's head in place, Zephyrus met the other's lips with rolls of his hips, seeking pleasure that only the male could offer, added on simply by the vigor of the other's movements. Biting his lip to muffle the groans that wanted to spill, mindful of the fact that him being too loud would draw unnecessary attention to them, his eyes flickered opened momentarily to meet Mihail's, and a soft smirk curled his lips upwards. It was by no means sardonic, merely thoroughly pleasured.
With a gentle tug, he pulled at the other's hair, so he could plant his lips on Mihail's, eagerly lapping up the taste of himself on his lips. His tongue sought for Mihail's, twirling them around just like how the Colchian had swirled around his manhood, before proceeding to suck on it. Pressing in closer, he positioned his own manhood so it was in line with the other's, and there, his deft fingers flicked the remainder of the chiton the other wore, so he could grasp his manhood in his fingers.
Experienced fingers held both his and Mihail's stiff shaft's together in one grip, long fingers from years of practicing acrobatics coming in use in another way now. With a practiced pressure, Zephyrus began to rub both of their shafts together, the lubricant of Mihail's saliva now helping the two stiff manhoods to slide against each other in a way that proved to be utterly delicious for the male. Lips dropped from the other's to rain kisses on Mihail's collarbone, down his shoulder, before Zephyrus got to nipping the earlobe, moaning softly against his ears as he pumped their manhoods together.
Zephyrus went willingly and put up no fight against whatever the Colchian male pulled him to do. Allowing the other free reign of his body, the acrobat shuddered from the touch on his length, feeling the ghosting of Mihail's fingers across the sensitive skin. As the lips of the other enveloped themselves around his manhood, the guttural moan Zeph had been trying to keep within himself broke from the base of his throat. His hands had never left the Thanasi's locks, but now they tightened further as his lips slid further up his turgid staff, the swirl of his tongues sending more tendrils of pleasure up Zephyrus's spine.
The soft sucking made his knees buckle, and the free hand not entangled in the other's dark hair shot up to hold himself up against the wall, palms splaying. His chest bent forward, breathes coming in heavy pants at the ministration's the other's mouth had on him, a feeling that Zephyrus most enjoyed, as clear as day on the rapt attention he now wore on his face, eyes closed and cheeks flushed, looking quite the wonton that he was.
His hips moved involuntarily on his own, and holding Mihail's head in place, Zephyrus met the other's lips with rolls of his hips, seeking pleasure that only the male could offer, added on simply by the vigor of the other's movements. Biting his lip to muffle the groans that wanted to spill, mindful of the fact that him being too loud would draw unnecessary attention to them, his eyes flickered opened momentarily to meet Mihail's, and a soft smirk curled his lips upwards. It was by no means sardonic, merely thoroughly pleasured.
With a gentle tug, he pulled at the other's hair, so he could plant his lips on Mihail's, eagerly lapping up the taste of himself on his lips. His tongue sought for Mihail's, twirling them around just like how the Colchian had swirled around his manhood, before proceeding to suck on it. Pressing in closer, he positioned his own manhood so it was in line with the other's, and there, his deft fingers flicked the remainder of the chiton the other wore, so he could grasp his manhood in his fingers.
Experienced fingers held both his and Mihail's stiff shaft's together in one grip, long fingers from years of practicing acrobatics coming in use in another way now. With a practiced pressure, Zephyrus began to rub both of their shafts together, the lubricant of Mihail's saliva now helping the two stiff manhoods to slide against each other in a way that proved to be utterly delicious for the male. Lips dropped from the other's to rain kisses on Mihail's collarbone, down his shoulder, before Zephyrus got to nipping the earlobe, moaning softly against his ears as he pumped their manhoods together.
Hearing no complaints from Zephyrus, nor feeling any movements from him that might have implied he wished to pull away from Mihail's touch, he made the assumption that the man was nothing less than pleased by his actions and doubled his attempts. Slowly taking him in deeper and deeper to where he very nearly could not hold him, swirling his tongue around the member, he released a long, low moan, a hum filled with vibrations to drag him to a whole new realm of satisfaction, hands gripping his backside. His moves were not quick, careful in delaying the build to the burst of pleasure, wanting him to feel completely taken by Mihail.
He could feel the fingers entwined in his hair which, on any other occasion, he might have complained about, and the rolling of Zephyrus's hips and he could hear the quietened moans from his companion, so careful not to meet their actions. That delighted expression on his face meant more to Mihail than he supposed the other could imagine, the reassurance that he was doing exactly as he intended.
And then all of a sudden Mihail found himself pulled upwards and Zephyrus had connected their lips once more, and he allowed the other the control he sought, dragging his hands up his back to leave light red markings that would likely not leave him for a while, a physical memory of this time spent together. When such access to his manhood was requested, he was quick to aid in the full removal of his chiton, wishing to provide Zephyrus with all he desired with ease, not wanting a moment wasted in the union of their two bodies, mirroring the other's earlier moves as he moved his own hips to match his pumps.
It was the feeling of those aptly placed kisses on his earlobe that finally broke him, a heavy sigh of pleasure emerging from deep within him because he wanted to be taken and ravished and had all by this man, and his face turned hot and red as he gasped out the words. "Take me."
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Hearing no complaints from Zephyrus, nor feeling any movements from him that might have implied he wished to pull away from Mihail's touch, he made the assumption that the man was nothing less than pleased by his actions and doubled his attempts. Slowly taking him in deeper and deeper to where he very nearly could not hold him, swirling his tongue around the member, he released a long, low moan, a hum filled with vibrations to drag him to a whole new realm of satisfaction, hands gripping his backside. His moves were not quick, careful in delaying the build to the burst of pleasure, wanting him to feel completely taken by Mihail.
He could feel the fingers entwined in his hair which, on any other occasion, he might have complained about, and the rolling of Zephyrus's hips and he could hear the quietened moans from his companion, so careful not to meet their actions. That delighted expression on his face meant more to Mihail than he supposed the other could imagine, the reassurance that he was doing exactly as he intended.
And then all of a sudden Mihail found himself pulled upwards and Zephyrus had connected their lips once more, and he allowed the other the control he sought, dragging his hands up his back to leave light red markings that would likely not leave him for a while, a physical memory of this time spent together. When such access to his manhood was requested, he was quick to aid in the full removal of his chiton, wishing to provide Zephyrus with all he desired with ease, not wanting a moment wasted in the union of their two bodies, mirroring the other's earlier moves as he moved his own hips to match his pumps.
It was the feeling of those aptly placed kisses on his earlobe that finally broke him, a heavy sigh of pleasure emerging from deep within him because he wanted to be taken and ravished and had all by this man, and his face turned hot and red as he gasped out the words. "Take me."
Hearing no complaints from Zephyrus, nor feeling any movements from him that might have implied he wished to pull away from Mihail's touch, he made the assumption that the man was nothing less than pleased by his actions and doubled his attempts. Slowly taking him in deeper and deeper to where he very nearly could not hold him, swirling his tongue around the member, he released a long, low moan, a hum filled with vibrations to drag him to a whole new realm of satisfaction, hands gripping his backside. His moves were not quick, careful in delaying the build to the burst of pleasure, wanting him to feel completely taken by Mihail.
He could feel the fingers entwined in his hair which, on any other occasion, he might have complained about, and the rolling of Zephyrus's hips and he could hear the quietened moans from his companion, so careful not to meet their actions. That delighted expression on his face meant more to Mihail than he supposed the other could imagine, the reassurance that he was doing exactly as he intended.
And then all of a sudden Mihail found himself pulled upwards and Zephyrus had connected their lips once more, and he allowed the other the control he sought, dragging his hands up his back to leave light red markings that would likely not leave him for a while, a physical memory of this time spent together. When such access to his manhood was requested, he was quick to aid in the full removal of his chiton, wishing to provide Zephyrus with all he desired with ease, not wanting a moment wasted in the union of their two bodies, mirroring the other's earlier moves as he moved his own hips to match his pumps.
It was the feeling of those aptly placed kisses on his earlobe that finally broke him, a heavy sigh of pleasure emerging from deep within him because he wanted to be taken and ravished and had all by this man, and his face turned hot and red as he gasped out the words. "Take me."
The slick mouth which enveloped his manhood was pleasurable, akin to heaven on earth as Mihail worked on his sensitive organ. But he knew that the Colchian boy's body held so much more - could give so much more. It was that ultimate pleasure that Zephyrus seeked, his brain growing hazeir and drugged with want the more Mihail went on. The light drag of nails on his back furthered the pleasurable sensation his lips provided the acrobat, the eager mewling sound obvious on his own lips.
With his grip holding their manhood together, the drip of the body's liquids melding together, Zephyrus moaned agains Mihail's kisses, his hands rubbing their sensitive organs together. The heavy sigh of pleasure made Zephyrus grin, raining even more kisses down the other's neck and collarbone, smirking when he more or less asked to be taken.
Gladly.
Releasing their shafts, he deftly held Mihail by his waist and spun the boy, so he now faced the wall. There, Zephyrus nudged the other's legs apart, grinning when his arse was presented to him. With one hand, the acrobat held his shaft in his hands, slow pumps keeping the organ stiff. With the other hand, he leaned forward to push it into Mihail's mouth, before pulling it out.
Using the saliva coated digit, Zephyrus led his finger back, and without warning, pushed it against the other's entrance, a slow entering. From there, the acrobat pumped, adding another finger when the passage loosened enough, coaxing pleasure out of Mihail. When he deemed it ready enough, only then did Zephyrus place the tip of his manhood against the slicked entrance, and slowly pushed forward, a slow groan of pleasure ripping from his throat as he entered the warm entrance.
The feel of Mihail around his warm manhood almost made his knees buckle, had he not bent forward to wrap an arm around his partner's waist, fingers finding and closing around the other's manhood which he had abandoned. There, in time with his thrusts, Zephyrus began pumping his partner, nibbling on his earlobe. "Beautiful." Zephyrus breathed huskily into the other's ears, pumping as he steadily built his pace, not caring if he pushed Mihail against the wall, but desperately seeking the building pleasure.
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The slick mouth which enveloped his manhood was pleasurable, akin to heaven on earth as Mihail worked on his sensitive organ. But he knew that the Colchian boy's body held so much more - could give so much more. It was that ultimate pleasure that Zephyrus seeked, his brain growing hazeir and drugged with want the more Mihail went on. The light drag of nails on his back furthered the pleasurable sensation his lips provided the acrobat, the eager mewling sound obvious on his own lips.
With his grip holding their manhood together, the drip of the body's liquids melding together, Zephyrus moaned agains Mihail's kisses, his hands rubbing their sensitive organs together. The heavy sigh of pleasure made Zephyrus grin, raining even more kisses down the other's neck and collarbone, smirking when he more or less asked to be taken.
Gladly.
Releasing their shafts, he deftly held Mihail by his waist and spun the boy, so he now faced the wall. There, Zephyrus nudged the other's legs apart, grinning when his arse was presented to him. With one hand, the acrobat held his shaft in his hands, slow pumps keeping the organ stiff. With the other hand, he leaned forward to push it into Mihail's mouth, before pulling it out.
Using the saliva coated digit, Zephyrus led his finger back, and without warning, pushed it against the other's entrance, a slow entering. From there, the acrobat pumped, adding another finger when the passage loosened enough, coaxing pleasure out of Mihail. When he deemed it ready enough, only then did Zephyrus place the tip of his manhood against the slicked entrance, and slowly pushed forward, a slow groan of pleasure ripping from his throat as he entered the warm entrance.
The feel of Mihail around his warm manhood almost made his knees buckle, had he not bent forward to wrap an arm around his partner's waist, fingers finding and closing around the other's manhood which he had abandoned. There, in time with his thrusts, Zephyrus began pumping his partner, nibbling on his earlobe. "Beautiful." Zephyrus breathed huskily into the other's ears, pumping as he steadily built his pace, not caring if he pushed Mihail against the wall, but desperately seeking the building pleasure.
The slick mouth which enveloped his manhood was pleasurable, akin to heaven on earth as Mihail worked on his sensitive organ. But he knew that the Colchian boy's body held so much more - could give so much more. It was that ultimate pleasure that Zephyrus seeked, his brain growing hazeir and drugged with want the more Mihail went on. The light drag of nails on his back furthered the pleasurable sensation his lips provided the acrobat, the eager mewling sound obvious on his own lips.
With his grip holding their manhood together, the drip of the body's liquids melding together, Zephyrus moaned agains Mihail's kisses, his hands rubbing their sensitive organs together. The heavy sigh of pleasure made Zephyrus grin, raining even more kisses down the other's neck and collarbone, smirking when he more or less asked to be taken.
Gladly.
Releasing their shafts, he deftly held Mihail by his waist and spun the boy, so he now faced the wall. There, Zephyrus nudged the other's legs apart, grinning when his arse was presented to him. With one hand, the acrobat held his shaft in his hands, slow pumps keeping the organ stiff. With the other hand, he leaned forward to push it into Mihail's mouth, before pulling it out.
Using the saliva coated digit, Zephyrus led his finger back, and without warning, pushed it against the other's entrance, a slow entering. From there, the acrobat pumped, adding another finger when the passage loosened enough, coaxing pleasure out of Mihail. When he deemed it ready enough, only then did Zephyrus place the tip of his manhood against the slicked entrance, and slowly pushed forward, a slow groan of pleasure ripping from his throat as he entered the warm entrance.
The feel of Mihail around his warm manhood almost made his knees buckle, had he not bent forward to wrap an arm around his partner's waist, fingers finding and closing around the other's manhood which he had abandoned. There, in time with his thrusts, Zephyrus began pumping his partner, nibbling on his earlobe. "Beautiful." Zephyrus breathed huskily into the other's ears, pumping as he steadily built his pace, not caring if he pushed Mihail against the wall, but desperately seeking the building pleasure.
The way Zephyrus spun him around and pushed him around like that, oh, it made Mihail gasp in relief before the act itself had even begun. Sometimes, there was more pleasure in being tossed around like one did not exist for anything, but another's satisfaction than there was in sex itself. The touch of the other's fingers upon his bare ass made his whole being shiver with the sheer anticipation of what was to come, and Mihail had to bite his lip to stop himself from emitting the gasp of delight which threatened to come. He wanted to turn and look at that handsome face which threatened him with all that he desired, yet he kept his gaze away, for the longing would only stimulate them both the further, a light smirk resting on his features.
Mihail could feel the tip of the other's length starting inside him, and he sensed the inevitable momentary pain of that first thrust beginning, that odd, warm kind of pain which promised more, though it only aroused him further, and he could feel himself hardening in response. His words were earnest when he now spoke, the words coming out ragged and rough at the way Zephyrus thrust into him. "I want it to hurt. I want you to give me everything you have, so I am red and raw and screaming with the pleasure of your touch." Gods, the words themselves, and the feel of the other's touch didn't help, and his longing only increased each time he opened his mouth. "I need you to fuck me more than I need air to breathe. I need your pleasure and your pain, and all the satisfaction you can give me, and I need you." He was practically quaking for it, and he almost knew the other was too.
The words melted from his mouth, however, as Zephyrus's hands reached down to his manhood and began to run his fingers deftly along its stiff length once more, as if to double the intensity of the moment. His nails dug into the hard wall before him, their edges grazed with the pressure as he let out a long, low moan. It had been a long time since he had felt another within him, and Mihail could not help the heavy relief which flowed through him as Zephyrus continued to thrust in and out of him.
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The way Zephyrus spun him around and pushed him around like that, oh, it made Mihail gasp in relief before the act itself had even begun. Sometimes, there was more pleasure in being tossed around like one did not exist for anything, but another's satisfaction than there was in sex itself. The touch of the other's fingers upon his bare ass made his whole being shiver with the sheer anticipation of what was to come, and Mihail had to bite his lip to stop himself from emitting the gasp of delight which threatened to come. He wanted to turn and look at that handsome face which threatened him with all that he desired, yet he kept his gaze away, for the longing would only stimulate them both the further, a light smirk resting on his features.
Mihail could feel the tip of the other's length starting inside him, and he sensed the inevitable momentary pain of that first thrust beginning, that odd, warm kind of pain which promised more, though it only aroused him further, and he could feel himself hardening in response. His words were earnest when he now spoke, the words coming out ragged and rough at the way Zephyrus thrust into him. "I want it to hurt. I want you to give me everything you have, so I am red and raw and screaming with the pleasure of your touch." Gods, the words themselves, and the feel of the other's touch didn't help, and his longing only increased each time he opened his mouth. "I need you to fuck me more than I need air to breathe. I need your pleasure and your pain, and all the satisfaction you can give me, and I need you." He was practically quaking for it, and he almost knew the other was too.
The words melted from his mouth, however, as Zephyrus's hands reached down to his manhood and began to run his fingers deftly along its stiff length once more, as if to double the intensity of the moment. His nails dug into the hard wall before him, their edges grazed with the pressure as he let out a long, low moan. It had been a long time since he had felt another within him, and Mihail could not help the heavy relief which flowed through him as Zephyrus continued to thrust in and out of him.
The way Zephyrus spun him around and pushed him around like that, oh, it made Mihail gasp in relief before the act itself had even begun. Sometimes, there was more pleasure in being tossed around like one did not exist for anything, but another's satisfaction than there was in sex itself. The touch of the other's fingers upon his bare ass made his whole being shiver with the sheer anticipation of what was to come, and Mihail had to bite his lip to stop himself from emitting the gasp of delight which threatened to come. He wanted to turn and look at that handsome face which threatened him with all that he desired, yet he kept his gaze away, for the longing would only stimulate them both the further, a light smirk resting on his features.
Mihail could feel the tip of the other's length starting inside him, and he sensed the inevitable momentary pain of that first thrust beginning, that odd, warm kind of pain which promised more, though it only aroused him further, and he could feel himself hardening in response. His words were earnest when he now spoke, the words coming out ragged and rough at the way Zephyrus thrust into him. "I want it to hurt. I want you to give me everything you have, so I am red and raw and screaming with the pleasure of your touch." Gods, the words themselves, and the feel of the other's touch didn't help, and his longing only increased each time he opened his mouth. "I need you to fuck me more than I need air to breathe. I need your pleasure and your pain, and all the satisfaction you can give me, and I need you." He was practically quaking for it, and he almost knew the other was too.
The words melted from his mouth, however, as Zephyrus's hands reached down to his manhood and began to run his fingers deftly along its stiff length once more, as if to double the intensity of the moment. His nails dug into the hard wall before him, their edges grazed with the pressure as he let out a long, low moan. It had been a long time since he had felt another within him, and Mihail could not help the heavy relief which flowed through him as Zephyrus continued to thrust in and out of him.