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part two hundred and fifteen
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Re: wc!au: [team chenshine] aeons pt2
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 01:56 am (UTC)(link)"Can we not speak of my mother in here?" Joonmyun's laughter mixes with Zitao's as the other carefully climbs into the pool. As soon as he does, the water tingles, and with both of them inside, it begins to glow.
"But she's the reason this is here. The reason we have this place," Zitao starts, moving towards the other. As he cuts through the water, Joonmyun playfully moves backwards, little by little. The water glows brighter as they near each other, and the tingling intensifies, a soft thrum of energy fizzling through the air, much like on their trip to the underground spring previously.
"It's such a mood killer, though," Joonmyun whispers, chuckling, his back connecting with the other side of the rock, lower lip catching between his teeth. Zitao stills like a shark in the water, eyeing the other with a smirk.
"Nothing can kill my mood, Joonmyun~." Zitao's words come out in a purr and Joonmyun can feel his gills flare in excitement, pinned like a helpless fish beneath that stare. It gets him; it's always got him. And it's definitely got him right now.
With a sudden movement, Zitao closes the distance between them, going in for the kill, and their mouths crash together firmly. The water begins to bubble, hot and nearly unbearable as Joonmyun gasps loudly into the demigod's mouth, and Zitao's strong hands wrap around his small waist to keep him afloat as the magic within the waters does its job.
He can feel the way Joonmyun's rough scales begin to smooth and lie flat, muscles molding and bones shifting, and the other's eyes glow brighter blue than usual, as if he's lit from within. The steam rising from the surface smells of salt, and Zitao whispers gentle words of encouragement into the young blonde prince's ear, holding him tight and close, even when his tail splits, and two short, smooth, pale legs remain. As the bubbling begins to slow, Joonmyun's eyes begin to darken, and though his gills and the scales along the edges remain, they flatten against his skin, unmoving. He takes a shakey breath and slumps into Zitao, suddenly unable to keep himself afloat.
They stay there, in each other's arms like that for longer than they need to, beyond the point when Joonmyun finally calms down, or when he even starts to move his newly acquired legs about in the water, helping keep them above water. They stay and enjoy each other's presence, the way they can tangle in each other again, Zitao littering soft kisses against the scaley skin of his shoulder.
"It's been far too long.." Zitao reiterates, and his hands slide down, smoothing over the curve of Joonmyun's ass, down between his thighs to pull his legs apart, guiding them around his own waist. Joonmyun laughs, breathy, and pushes Zitao's hair from his face.
"Once every season..."
Words soon become pointless between them as Zitao leans in to capture Joonmyun's mouth with his own, and a hunger lights between them, devouring each other as if pulling their soul straight from their kiss. Hands soon begin to wander on both ends, and Joonmyun drops his legs to push Zitao back against the wall, pinning him in his arms. Breaking their kiss, their pants echo between them, breath hard to catch and hearts racing, bodies practically aching with the pull between them. The need to be together, to touch, to feel, to be one wherein they spend so much time apart that sometimes Joonmyun has to think harder than he should to remember the color of Zitao's eyes on summer days.
Zitao brings his hands up to slide over Joonmyun's chest, along his shoulders, the sides of his neck, and finally to cup his cheeks, breathing out into the other and sealing another kiss. It's like fire between them, the way Joonmyun's lips burn hotter than liquid fire against his own, eyes almost shut as he swallows the other away into his addiction, unable to satisfy and unable to stop.
Even when you have an eternity, only being with someone four times in a year is nearly unbearable. Zitao stops by as often as he can to talk or to swim, but Joonmyun is chained to the sea, and Amphitrite can only do so much beneath Poseidon's nose. Though his mother is a lover of love, Poseidon is not. Nor is Joonmyun in much of his favor, as the son of a sailor, but he is still expected to uphold a royal image.
They touch like they'll never touch again, and sometimes, Zitao is afraid they won't. Though neither age, and neither have any fear of the end of their lives any time soon, Zitao still worries what will come when the politics of Gods and Goddesses is never a predictable one. For now, they keep their meetings secret, though the affair between the Son of Cronus and Poseidon's Wavecaller is in itself commonly known knowledge.
The rocks dig into Zitao's back, and yet he hardly cares, eyes rolling shut as a breathy groan escapes his lips, Joonmyun's deft fingers slipping between them to wrap around the taller boy's hardening cock, wasting no time despite having time literally at his fingertips. Grabbing onto the edge of the rocks, he hooks a foot clumsily against the wall until he can find somewhere to prop himself, keeping himself in pace as he pulls and teases, the tingling ofthe water adding to the sensation.
"Joonmyun, don't tease so much..." Zitao whispers out breathily as the other begins to mouth at the expanse of broad, tan shoulders, sharp teeth trailing along his pulse. Joonmyun merely chuckles, the tips of his blonde hair hiding his bright blue eyes from view, leaving Zitao to let his head fall back, cracking slightly against the rock. It'll bruise later, but now, he hardly cares.
Slowly, Joonmyun drags his hand up from Zitao's cock, earning a small whine from the other, running his palm flat against his stomach, mapping him out to remember for the long days ahead. Summer days are longer and it feels as if it takes far too long for Zitao to come home. The younger demigod arches forward, whining again, and Joonmyun laughs, pushing him back against the rock.
"So impatient...What a bad mannerism to have." Zitao growls slightly, but his lips form a pout, hands reaching out to roam down his back instead. Joonmyun presses close, takes a slow breath and inhales the scent of the other.
In time, they start to rut slowly, passionately, and soon enough, a steady rhythm builds between them, Zitao's strong hands digging into the pale clefts of Joonmyun's ass, holding him above just a bit so he can stare up into those blue eyes. They lose him in their glimmering pools, so much deeper than the furthest depths of Poseidon's kingdom. Zitao started falling the day he met him and has yet to stop.
When Zitao can't take it anymore, he pushes the other away, takes Joonmyun by the wrist, and swims off to the left, dragging a laughing demigod behind him. Soon, they find a ledge and Zitao is quick to pull Joonmyun in, pushing him back until he can crawl over the other's waist, a hand twisting in the back of his platinum locks. He meets him in a heavy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he licks him out from the inside, traces every nook and cranny and takes over, marks his territory, reminds Joonmyun that he is his. He tastes of sea and sun, and Zitao is pathetically addicted.
Joonmyun settles his hands against the other's thighs, squeezing at strong, chiseled muscles and rolls his hips up, biting his lip at the sight of the demigod before him. He's everything to Joonmyun, the moon and the stars that pull his tide in and out. They're intertwined, an ocean frozen in time, and Joonmyun wishes they could never leave this place.
Rutting down into the other, the water splashes around them slightly, and the way the lights from within the pool hit Joonmyun's face, Zitao feels his gut wrench, adoration as heavy as the bile in his stomach, burning into his core, and he can't take it any longer. Dropping one hand into the water, he takes Joonmyun's neglected arousal in his hand and holds him steady, earning a soft sputter from the pale boy beneath him.
"Why're you in a rush! I haven't even -- oh Gods." Joonmyun chokes on his words, eyes rolling back as the other sinks onto him slowly, and Zitao's whines echo against the empty cave walls, amplified and torturing Joonmyun's brain. He's so tight, unbearably, and even hotter than the water. Zitao's eyebrows knit together, and he's panting like it doesn't hurt at all, which Joonmyun knows isn't the case. But Zitao revels in it, loving the way the pain sears through him -- for an immortal, it makes him feel alive. Truly alive. Love and Pain, two thresholds normally beyond his reach and yet currently in the palms of his hands.