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

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."

The sight of Clovis slowly losing that careful, conservative front he always had was almost like a secret delight for Genesis. It was almost as if it was taken right out of his dreams: the sight of the gorgeous prince flushed, breathing heavily, moaning out his name. He had to admit it... he had to admit to how beautiful he found Clovis in the throes of passion.

"Don't think too much about it," he murmured, kissing him firmly on the jaw. "I love the sound of your voice like this... I love it so much when you want me. Tell me that you want me." He presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the hollow of Clovis' throat, his tongue rolling over the Adam's Apple there. All the while, he couldn't help the movement of his own hips, feeling Clovis' flesh against his as he did. He wanted more. He needed more of his beloved.

"You please me so much like this."

"But I..." Clovis couldn't finish what it was that he wanted to say as he softly tried to tell Genesis that he couldn't stop thinking. His mind constantly reminding him of how good everything felt, repeating the man's words of before specifically those specific three. He really could feel his love with each touch and kiss.

Pressing his lips together, he did try to quiet his moaning just a little. It didn't help much as he lost hold of his bottom lip with his teeth at the command. I always want you. The prince took a moment realizing that he hadn't said that aloud, still moaning and whimpering rather than making real words. "Yes, I want you ... I've always wanted you."

It wasn't a lie. It wasn't just to appease. His arms tightened a little more around Genesis's shoulders, tipping his head back just a little more. "Do ... do I? I..." He shook his head a little as he tried to talk to him properly, like he could. How can Genesis--?

Pressing into the crook of Clovis' neck as he continued to rub them both, Genesis spilled hot breath against a shoulder, his hips rolling even more-- as if demanding something deeper to sate the carnal fires inside of him. He needed it-- something more damp, something inside-- he wanted to be in him, to feel all of him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, so dry from so much heat. The way Clovis stammered his pleading words was so innocent, like an ideal new bride, stolen away by the lecherous groom to the marriage bed.

The imagery forming in his mind made Genesis want to laugh. But it was his bride's very innocence which made him endearing to such a sinner.

"Clovis. My Clovis--" He couldn't help it, he couldn't help the surging feeling of possession coming over him.

"My Clovis, how could you not please me so? Forgive me. I feel so greedy. I want more than this. But I'm still a little tense. I'm unsure if you would enjoy it as much as I would. Forgive this lecher of yours for his greed." He murmured, pressing needy kisses against the peach-milk skin of his lover's jaw and neck.

Clinging onto him tighter, his arms wrapped around Genesis to hold him as close as he could. Yet still it didn't feel like they were close enough for him. His head fell back against the mattress, messing his hair up a little more. He wanted to be quiet, and had succeeded just a little bit before, but now he was moaning loudly with each thrust of his hips. More, more. His eyes closed as he wasn't sure if those words were slipping out of his mouth or not.

His hands came to run his fingers through Genesis's hair, turning to press his face against his own knuckles. "Yours. I want to be yours forever." Hadn't he said so before? It was strange that he couldn't remember. His mind becoming that much more hazy as he was sure that he felt his release would be soon. But he almost didn't want it. It seemed like it was too fast for him. For someone who never touched himself, never did anything of this nature, it couldn't go on as much as he wanted it to.

But, it really felt like paradise as he was, the sweet pleasure of his love having him like this, and he didn't want it to end. More childish thoughts. A soft hitch in his moaning, his whimpering.

Goddess-- Goddess-- the way Clovis' body moved in an unconsciously wanton way, that heat in his body and those sounds... yes, those sounds from the lips he loved so much. Everything about his lover, his bride, his heart, his Clovis was driving Genesis far too much in want. He need more-- so much more.

As much as it pained him to do so, he slowly let go of their shafts, moving his body away from the other-- enough to tell him that he needed something. Now, he had to think fast: there were only a few options for him to consider. First, there was saliva. But that would involve having his beloved doing something too crass. He might not be able to enjoy it. Second was lotion, but that didn't sound like it would work so nicely inside a body.

And then--

"Oil. I need a natural oil."

That should work. Knowing Clovis, he should have something lying around-- olive oil for the kitchen, coconut oil for the skin, perhaps, or even... safflower. Yes. Safflower oil was a common painting material. Hopefully Clovis did have something they could use so he didn't have to resort to something more crass.

"No, don't go." His voice surprised him at how needy it sounded. Even more so how he reached out to cling onto Genesis's shoulders when he pulled away to pull himself back into his love's lap. He really needed to feel him against him and even the brief distance seemed too much, but did halt at the words -- orders -- for oil.

Clovis blinked a few times to look at him in an almost pathetic manner. Dazed, he nodded slightly. The idea that he had to get up and be away from him upset him just a bit. He shook his head to clear it from those sort of silly thinking before leaning over to Genesis so that he could kiss him -- deeply instead of the chaste kisses of before. Letting out a soft sigh against those lips, he finally was able to get up off the bed.

Whenever he found the strength to stand, he was glad for it. His hands glossed over the front of the closet before he opened it. On one of the shelves on the side of the wall, he took out a small bottle of safflower oil with his hands trembling slightly. His head rested against the side of the door frame for a moment to calm, whimpering softly. "Genesis."

Setting his hand against the wall, he pushed himself off of it so that he could return to the man's side. Setting the half empty bottle in Genesis's hand, he tilted his head slightly. "I don't ... I don't quite understand..." He didn't finish as he closed his eyes, calming himself. Once more wanting to crawl on the other but resisting. We're too far apart. And bit his bottom lip instead of voicing such concerns.

"It's a tool," Genesis smiled. His blue eyes met Clovis' own for a moment and saw the need in them. How could I ever resist. He reached out to touch his beloved's arm, coaxing him to crawl back to him, to take a seat upon his lap once more, to greet him with the same deep kiss he parted from him with.

"Clovis. I asked for it, because I mustn't hurt you. Without this, it will hurt." After all, Clovis was still a virgin there. Genesis had to make it easier for him. And not to mention that being sore wasn't exactly the most thrilling experience, whether or not he was experienced with the act.

"I want you to help me apply it." Genesis smiled, opening the bottle and pouring liberally on two fingers, then gently, he ran the slick digits over Clovis' organ, wetting a side with the excess oil-- it was his way of demonstrating. "So I can finally be inside of you."

"Mm, it is." His tone was still somewhat dazed, but retrieving the bottle had helped to calmed him down. To be pulled back just from his release, he wondered if he should scold Genesis just a bit, but he couldn't find the words to do so. Arms wrapped comfortably around his love's shoulders as he sat equally so on the other's lap. Clovis let out another soft sigh at being able to be close to Genesis once more that was mostly swallowed up by the kiss that he was granted.

Pulling his arms back, somewhat reluctantly so that he could move easily, Clovis started to reassure that he was not hurt before realization dawned shortly after. He closed his mouth as his face grew red. Not so much about the act itself, but to use something which he worked with to clear his mind, to ease his concerns. The act which they would do to seal their vows would do the same, but he couldn't help but think how that would change his views on painting should he use oil of the same kind in the future. Of what images would come to him.

While he thought of this, he did let out a cry at being touched once more, shivering slightly afterward from the feeling of the oil. He opened his eyes, not realizing that he had closed them, before nodding mutely. It wasn't fair for Genesis to have to do everything for them. Reaching over to take the bottle carefully from him, he did the same as shown -- breath suddenly coming out fast even if he only had the oil on his hand.

Clovis closed the bottle and set it aside so that his now free hand could touch the side of Genesis's face. He pressed his face close, whispering against his lips but not yet kissing him. "I wish I wasn't so clumsy and weak ... it's almost embarrassing to not know what to do." It help to speak so speak as he lightly rubbed the oil over the length. Whimpering and moaning softly with each stroke as though it were his own. "Please, forgive me." Because if he did not apologize now, he was unsure he would ever be able to do so.

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