recitings | [SC] Ten Years Ahead [Genesis + Clovis]

Taking his seat on the bed, Clovis continued to lightly tug at his cravat absentmindedly. He lightly sought Genesis's hand to hold so that he may interlace his fingers with the man's. It bothered him as soon as he became aware of it of his nervous fiddling, even as his fingers continued to tremble anxiously. "I do feel that you mean something beyond my wishes for kisses and to have you to hold me while I sleep."

His eyes widened just a little at that confession. He allowed his free hand to come up over his mouth to hide the manner in which his mouth had opened. Clovis was surprised that it was a 'were' that this was not a new development from his confession of before. The prince had been surprised about Genesis's physical state, but hadn't let himself think deeply into it. Lightly shaking his head, he finally let himself speak. "The farthest I've ever thought was a wish to see you naked."

Even after what he was told, what he understood it meant, he leaned close to Genesis. "Please, will you forgive me? It's why I ... I dragged my feet to leave when you first changed to sleep." The word were stilted as he could feel his blush deepening. Somehow, it seemed so much purer and innocent if it was the other's desires and wishes. If it came from him, it was no good at all.

Tenderly, Genesis' fingers twined with Clovis'. His wishes were truly those of romantics-- those thoughts of kisses and holding him as he sleeps. Genesis would gladly do those for him. He loved him. He loved Clovis. It was just that they still had much to work out between them before they could live harmoniously together.

"I dreamed of you naked," Genesis murmured in reply, his hold on Clovis' hand a little firmer. "I dreamed I could do so much to you... to make you feel good in a lewd way. Even until now, I wonder if we may ever get to do that, now that we've confessed to each other. But still, you don't seem to understand things from my point of view... why I believed that I was taking advantage of you."

He paused, lifting the hand to his lips to kiss soft fingertips. He felt his longing for Clovis surge up through his body once more, but he knew he had to control it-- he had to understand him first.

"How would you feel if I were to watch you undress?"

"I suppose that I would have to be," Clovis mumbled softly at the idea that Genesis had actually dreamed of him naked. Of doing such things with him. He did bite his bottom lip as he tried not to say something foolish or look anymore a child than he probably already did to the man. "No, I'm afraid I don't understand your point of view."

He looked down and away before feeling like saying that he would be willing to do anything for Genesis if he but asked him of it. Regardless if he was well-versed in it or not, he would do what he could for him. His heart felt full even though his embarrassment continued to spread across his face at the things that he did not know -- the things that he would not allow himself to know even after ten years. It was difficult to remove those neurotic and anxious thoughts that he had brewing for over twenty years, after all. While it was easy to remove his first mask to show the gentle person that his family knew, it was far more difficult to remove such feelings that he had.

"It really would only be fair since I saw you." His head gave a light shake as he realized that he was avoiding the question that was asked of him. "Embarrassed. It is why I always wore so many layers when I was younger. It's shameful of a prince to show too much skin. To be overly provocative in any manner."

A pause as he finally decided to say what his heart was begging for him to say. "But even so, I would do those things for you, if you wanted it of me. I love and trust you so much that to give everything of myself to you is really but a small feat. The largest came when I was able to tell you my feelings, or that is what I believe."

"Clovis-- would you love and trust me enough to let me undress you?" The question was firm, solemn, not wanting to let slip any lewdness in the words he spoke. He knew that it was all about sexuality-- about being comfortable with the body. But, perhaps this was something entirely different.

After all, Genesis was slowly making his way to baring every bit of Clovis. It was like a challenge: all these layers of clothing he wore were like all the layers of being-- of anxieties and neurosis which he had to break through in order to have the prince understand him.

How different Clovis was... so different from him who was far too comfortable with his own body to shield it the same way Clovis did with his.

"Let you." His hand came to rest over his cravat, tugging at the material slightly. He had just said that he would be willing to let him do anything. Clovis allowed his gaze to slip away so that he could lightly bit on the tip of one of his fingers, nervously.

Lowering his hand, he did realize how foolish that he was being. Someone his age being this silly about wanting to show himself to the person that he loved. His head gave a slight shake at his own behavior. "Of course. I was able to see you naked and able to see you while you slept. It doesn't seem fair that only I'm allowed those visions."

Reaching his hand out to touch the side of Genesis's face, he smiled softly. "Those sort of things you should show to the one that you love, right? I cannot say that I love you then not show you every part of myself. It would mean that I didn't really mean everything that I said."

In reply, all Genesis could do was smile. His hands reached for that cravat then-- that all defining article of Clovis' clothing, almost more important than the gloves he used to wear. Slowly, battle-roughened fingers undid the material, loosening it from the Prince's throat until it hung open, resting on the shirt.

Genesis swallowed. This was strange. He never felt such a tense atmosphere when it came to undressing another body. To him, often the process was quick, rushed, rough-- all lust and heat and hurry. Bright blue eyes kept their gaze fixed upon Clovis' eyes instead of the flesh he exposed with every button his fingers slid open. To some extend, this was almost ceremonial. It made Genesis laugh a little in his head-- why was he so serious about this? Why was he making such a large deal out of undressing someone. That laugh only manifested in a warm smile to assure Clovis-- his beloved.

Yes. That was it.

After fully unbuttoning his shirt, Genesis' fingers slid over Clovis' neck, caressing the soft skin with the pads of his fingertips, running a thumb tenderly over a pulse as he leaned in to brush his lips over it. He was fragrant-- roses in full bloom over a sweet, milky scent. There was a hint of woods there and a touch of musk, essential to any man, but over all, Clovis was all innocence and romance. It almost hurt Genesis to think he would sully it all so easily.

He pressed a kiss to his jaw. Then to his neck. Then to the hollow of his collarbone.

The immediate reaction was to raise his hand to stop Genesis from removing the cravat, but he was able to stop himself from pulling away. Having such things ingrained in his mind, it was difficult to remove even after everything that he said. How many times will I think so? Isn't it something of an excuse? His fingers glossed the top of Genesis's hand before dropping down to his side. Not wanting to get in the way with his any sort of fidgeting.

He was very egotistical about his looks, and still had something of an ego when it came to such things. But that was his face above all else. To think too much on his own naked skin seemed to also be just a little too obscene for the prince. It was almost comforting to have Genesis stare into his eyes, then. Even though as each button was undone, his gaze would slip off to the side and lips pressed together softly, before returning to looking at him. The same love as before was still present in his eyes, but also just a little bit of unease.

However, the smile that he was given; it warmed his heart and eased his concerns. His arms did rise yet again so that he could embrace him, but halted once more when the touch was felt on his neck. He closed his eyes as he leaned slightly into the hand; his pulse quickening slightly. Even more when the kiss was placed. His own hands hung in the air before he set them slightly on Genesis's shoulders -- trembling slightly. Drawing them close so that he could gently touch the man's neck, letting his fingers spread and reach back to play with the back of his hair.

Like before his hands stilled at the kisses. His mouth opening to help himself breathe as it seemed to become difficult otherwise. Hands leaving the light hold of Genesis's neck to cling onto the back of his shirt instead. He blinked a few times as it did take him a moment to recognize his desire beginning. Clovis let out a very soft noise as his grip changed yet again so that he could lightly shove himself back on the bed. One arm set between his legs as he looked away from Genesis.

"S-Simply," He could not take the trembling out of his voice, "from you kissing me beneath my clothes. It seems just a little shameful of me. My apologies."

Genesis could feel it-- the dull heat of passion pooling between his own legs. How long had it been since he actually did this? He couldn't quite remember now, but still... Clovis. With a breath, he got up from the bed. Back turned to the prince, he removed the shirt he wore, neatly folding it and setting it down on a nearby table. He bared himself to the other, his sun-kissed skin in contrast to the milky-peach hue of Clovis' own. Then he turned to approach him once more.

And with a smooth movement, he pulled that hand away from between Clovis' legs. Now, he pinned down the prince with both hands trapped under his hold. He was above him. And with a knee, he pressed part those slim legs still clothed. His own clothed thigh brushed against the desire he knew was beneath the clothing-- between the prince's legs.

His heart trembled. He never knew he was going to do this-- to actually take Clovis like this. He was taking deep breaths now. And he swallowed, hoping now to look like a lecher to his lover. He leaned down to give him a chaste, reaffirming kiss.

"There is no worry for it. It's only natural. I guess... you've never touched yourself have you?"

As he laid on his back, he tried to calm his own heart. His eyes closed as one hand had gone to start to tug at his clothes in a nervous manner, like he would get dressed once again. So terrible shameful of me. He could feel the heat across his face almost as prominent as the one that his hand was hiding from sight. Embarrassment or actual feelings of now just marginally repressed lust, he was not sure.

Clovis made a soft sound when Genesis came to him again. His mouth opened to once more apologize before catching sight of his skin. It was enough to give pause this time as he turned his head away, hand returning so that he could lightly bite on the tips of his fingers nervously. But both hands were soon pulled away from their respective places and held down against the mattress. "Genesis." He lightly called his name now, but did not struggle.

Eyes that had first opened in surprise at his legs being parted, but closing soon after. Not sure if this time it was in shame that Genesis could feel him as it was more that the pressure and feeling was enough for him to lean almost hesitantly into it. As before with the smile, he felt consoled by the kiss that he was given. Finally opening his eyes to look up at him and smiled softly in turn. His hands would just get in the way with his fidgeting and wish to cover himself still imprinted on his mind -- and to feel Genesis's hand against both wrists was more comforting than troubling. Because he won't hurt me.

"No." Turning his head away, yet again, even if he had nowhere else to look save the sheets. "I could never." Even as his body lightly rubbed against the other's thigh, he continued to shake his head. "It just was not something princes were supposed to do, right?"

"But all human bodies have some way of finding pleasure," Genesis chuckles, pressing kisses along the Prince's collarbone. "In some cultures, as far as I know, they always limited this act for the marriage bed. They call it the ultimate act of unity between two people. Sounds romantic, doesn't it?"

His warm breath and skin drew a path down the prince's chest. He noticed the way it lacked definition as compared to his own well-toned build. Yet, it was because of this lack that he found himself more attracted. So this is a prince's body...

Slowly, his hands let go of Clovis' wrists.

"If you feel uneasy, hold on to me."

"It does sound romantic." He smiled softly, even as his eyes remained closed. Still blushing, he wondered if the heat would fade from his face. Even as he leaned more into Genesis's touch, trying to follow him, to be closer to him. Even though it caused his own desire to continue to rise. Clovis did want to turn his head away, even as he could feel it pressed against the other's thigh still, and would not be able to easily escape from it.

Still, when his hands were released, he reached out for Genesis. He lightly touched either side of his face once more, lovingly, carefully. "Then, would you hate me terribly if I thought of it as the same sort of situation between us?" His heart suddenly felt just as full and painful as before when he first confessed his feelings. Like it would break at any moment should the wrong thing be said.

"That may be asking so much even after I just confessed myself to you," Clovis started, nervous yet again. "But I'd only like to be with you, if I am to be with anyone."

At Clovis' words, Genesis stopped in his kisses and moved to take Clovis' hands in his. He gave him a warm smile and pressed a kiss against one of those dainty hands in his own.

"No. I wouldn't hate you at all," Genesis sighed and pressed another kiss. "You were the only one I have held the most affection for. Not even my Meister gets this kind of attention from me." He took a breath, remembering that Vergil was long gone, fallen to the other side.

"You are the only one I love. And I don't mind it. I don't mind being only with you."

Perhaps it was time, as supposedly, Genesis should have been in his 40s by now. But, even with his youthful appearance, unchanged since ten years ago, he felt a need within him to actually settle down with one person to love.

"I will stay with you then... Clovis."

There was a moment -- a flash of his bratty self -- that would say that he would hope that no one else got this sort of attention from Genesis, but his rational mind said that saying such things was just foolish. Not everyone saves themselves as I have, because I could not look at these sort of thoughts. Clovis wondered if he was warming up to them, because he already was tying them in so nicely with ideas of romance and the like.

Still, he did feel that he would once more cry. As embarrassing as almost the shade of his skin was, he felt just so relieved about many things. Genesis really loved him, would really stay with him -- no, would be with him forever. Clovis lightly laughed to himself and shook his head as he decided to share these thoughts with him. "I just thinking that I would love that you would stay with me, forever. As silly as such a thing to say."

Still his hands held onto Genesis's tightly. "You said if I was uneasy, I could hold onto you, and so I do so. With these words that I hope will keep us together." Not quite a real wedding, if only in his head, but he liked it all the same.

Genesis couldn't help but chuckle-- not out of amusement, but at the feel of an incredible warmth filling his chest. It was so strange. He never truly expected this, but... it seemed that things naturally just fell into place.

His words about holding on to him were for some other reason yet, once again, Clovis had taken his words and woven them with a strange, honest sweetness that was terribly heartwarming. Genesis couldn't stop himself from smiling. Ah, he was defeated, terribly defeated by how much Clovis loved him. It was so much so that it made him love him back without any choice.

And Genesis wouldn't have it any other way.

"Are those our vows, then?"

He leaned down to press a warm kiss over Clovis' heart, their hands still clasped together.

"Can they be?"

The red was slowly fading from his face as he did start to feel warm only from his feelings for Genesis instead. Clovis lightly shook his head at how silly he was becoming over all the thoughts -- enough that he felt that he could become a little drunk over them. His eyes closed at the kiss over his heart, smiling softly to himself, as he tightened his hold on the other's a little more. I love you. I really love you.

"You can make vows for us, as well." He didn't want to be the one to force Genesis to agree to everything. The prince wanted to hear everything that his love wanted to say, wanted him to do as well. Even though he was lying as he was, still needy, but having ignored something of that nature for well over twenty years, it was almost too easy to continue to do so. Love and the pleasing of the one he loved, as he saw it, would always be far more important.

Gently, Genesis let go of Clovis' hands so he could set them on the sides of his beloved's face. While his thigh continued to stay there between the prince's legs, he couldn't think of such carnal things in this moment. It was his time to make a vow for Clovis. A seal to his commitment to the other man.

"Clovis. I never had thought that I could feel so much for you. Nor would I have thought that you could draw me away from the cycle of madness I've been pulled into. Even as I try to cover it up-- deny myself your peaceful presence with sin and lust-- your love," he took a breath, suddenly finding it hard to speak as smoothly as he wanted to.

"Your love is incredibly pure. It almost hurts that I am doing this to you."

He took another breath, and his hands seemed to tremble a little. He had never felt so much for one person before.

"Yet, I desire to be with you, to hold you so I may never be away from this strange peace your love gives me. In this madness-- I want to give you that same peace you've given me."

"Clovis, I love you."

With those words, he pressed in to kiss him-- chastely at first but gently wanting to lead him to more passionate motions, to make him feel the strange conflict between comforting warmth and consuming fire that he felt for the prince.

His hands rose to place them lightly over Genesis's, gently stroking the tops of his knuckles as he listened to him speak. He did blink a few times at the comments of madness -- he stopped to set his hands to lightly hold onto the other's wrists, comforting, but not interrupting. Clovis did lightly shake his head at the addition of Genesis doing anything to him that would hurt; only smiling kindly in turn that nothing that is being done is something that he does not want. He thought that Genesis was being too hard on himself and saw him just as pure as the man saw himself. They were promised to each other and naturally wish to be with one another.

You will always bring me that peace. He did open his mouth to say as much but was silenced before he even was given the kiss. Silenced from once more hearing those words. It was really very troublesome that he once more felt like crying. Such a weak response to everything that was said to him. Even more troublesome that his heart -- that heaviness felt -- still had yet to fade away. I really don't understand it. The feeling of being silenced from feeling so much, and closing his eyes shortly after the chaste kiss was felt, once more tears sliding out.

The hold on Genesis's wrists tightened before letting go so that he could cling onto his neck instead. His kisses in return were chaste, soft, but would deepen slightly after each one. Wanting to ensure that his own words, the ones that he couldn't say to Genesis, were able to be transferred a little in his actions. Even though, he knew that he said so much before, and it was strange to be silenced so easily now.

Genesis drew in a deep breath now, a hand slipping down from the prince's face to rest on his bared hip-- upon the waistband of his trousers. His chest was full of warmth, so full he could almost choke on it. Yet at the same time, he could feel it spread to every bit of him-- that he finally had freedom to find peace with Clovis. Slowly, his mouth moved from that chaste mouth to trail kisses down the gentle jaw...

... then to his throat... pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the pulse beating with Clovis' heartbeat...

His beloved's heartbeat.

"Would you let me go further...? To please you?" He lifted his head to murmur against Clovis' ear as his fingers grazed the front of his trousers.

His eyes closed slightly as his mouth opened to let out a soft sigh, even tipping his chin just a little so to help Genesis. He really did feel his heart speed up once more and wondered if he could become dizzy over such things as well. His hands rising to lightly setting on his shoulders, holding them, even as his eyes did open a little in confusion -- like he had forgotten what it was they were doing -- at the touch on his hip.

A soft humming noise even as his hips rose to press a little more against those fingers. "But, I've been selfish to you for so long." Not quite understanding, but thinking that only he would be satisfied and that wouldn't be proper. That wouldn't be right to do to the one that he loved. His fingers went to run through Genesis's hair, as his blush returned, as his breathing increased. "I want to please you for once. Beyond the words and peace that you say that I give you. I don't know how and wish only for instruction."

There. This was better. Hearing Clovis's breath grow heavy and feeling his body grow warmer brought back Genesis' conviction that he could enjoy this-- that he could express his physical need for Clovis without the guilt of tainting him haunting his heart.

"Then, I'll instruct you," Genesis murmured, his voice already growing husky with need.

"Will you undress before me?"

"Mm. Of course." His hands gently returned to Genesis's shoulders to lightly push him away so that he could do so. Yet his body wanted to follow with him, to cling to him. Before he pulled far enough away so that he could easily undress, he did do the same courtesy to Genesis. Press a deep kiss upon the man's neck and heart, before looking up to smile fondly at him.

His hands glossed over the last bit of his clothing. He did look away as he unbuttoned and zipped down his pants carefully -- eyes widening a little as the material rubbed over his arousal in the process. His lips did press together to let a soft noise be silenced. The rest came off easily, even as he flinched slightly at the sounds of his boots hitting the floor. Such an obscene noise, he felt. But he had lost hold of them as soon as they were off.

Of course, there was still the slight reflex of wanting to cover himself up as soon as he was exposed, even as he laid back comfortably. But somehow, he was able to keep his hands from doing so and reached up to touch Genesis's face, again. It was a little embarrassing, but for someone who was so used to giving orders in his youth, so used to always having his way, it was somewhat exciting to be able to ask such things of someone else. His desire certainly enjoyed feeding off these little thoughts; his skin warming just a little more, as his voice became a little more needy. The first real thoughts of such nature. He wondered if the thoughts that he was having were normal or not, but felt just a little too nervous yet to ask.

"Now what should I do?"

"Hm..."

Genesis pondered on this for a moment as he kissed down Clovis' exposed torso-- over his chest and down to the soft, tender flesh of his belly. He liked this-- the warmth the prince had, and the feel of his skin all exposed to him: all his. He couldn't help but purr softly against his stomach for a moment. His own pants were feeling uncomfortable against his skin. He would need to remove them soon enough.

"Would you like me to show you something?" His voice was a little heavy with both tenderness and lust, his mind already forming ideas-- ways to show Clovis the carnal pleasures he knew.

Unable to take his mind off the discomfort of cloth still separating him from full contact with Clovis, Genesis began to undo his own pants, taking them off with a single hand and letting them rest at the foot of the bed to join the heap of Clovis' pants and boots that were removed earlier. He let out a breath of relief as he felt his own arousal freed from the cloth.

These sort of thoughts. One hand did come to rest over his mouth yet did not press hard against his lips even as he made soft noises in response to those kisses. Each time he felt the breath against the inside of his palm, he blushed just a little. But this is my love for Genesis, as well. There is no reason to be ashamed of it. His eyes closed as he lightly pulled his hand away from his where it rested.

"Of course." His head gave a little tilt as he smiled still. Of course, his eyes did widen just a little when he heard the last of the barriers between them fall. Mm. That is true. He looked up at Genesis then as his heart continued to feel the same warmth and weight as before. "I really just want to please you in any way I can. That is what I would like most of all." It was such a surprise to be able to say such words without feeling like they would tremble or be mumbled in his nervousness.

That is the strength that Genesis grants me. Naturally, his smile widened just a little, coyly at his own admiration and worship for the man.

"If you don't feel like you're enjoying this, feel free to tell me right away," Genesis murmured gently as he paused, shifting his position so his shaft was flush against Clovis' own. He licked his lips and put a hand around them both, slowly stroking them in time against each other.

Genesis wasn't sure if Clovis would be up to the idea of taking the organ into his mouth or up inside of him just yet, but this was good-- both of them could be touched this way. And at the same time, they were touching each other-- throbbing arousal against throbbing arousal. He groaned, wanting to buck his hips-- but no, he had to be gentle first, to teach Clovis what he knew of lustful things.

"Mm. I will." Clovis nodded mutely at first. His mouth opened as a soft sound that sounded vaguely confused slipped out, and rose his hand automatically to stifle any other noises. He was able only to redirect so that he could touch either side of Genesis's face, never getting tired of feeling it, of feeling just a little braver in doing so.

Of course, his arms quickly went to wrap around the man's shoulders. He brought himself up close to rest his forehead against the other's, moaning in a way that he thought was actually quite pathetic as his hips thrust into Genesis's hand, rubbing more against him in the process. Clovis did try to keep his eyes open to look fondly at him, but found that he couldn't.

It's all right. It's all right. Telling such to the neurotic thoughts that almost wanted to pull away and apologize for being so shameful. It's all right to show this side to him, right? "Genesis."

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