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

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.

At the feel of Clovis' delicate fingers against his aching length, Genesis couldn't help but shiver, echoing the soft moans that fell from his beloved's lips. "Clovis..." For a moment, he only moaned a little more, relishing the feel of those slick fingers over his arousal, touching the sensitive skin so lightly. Despite the lack of pressure, the sensation was incredibly erotic, he felt. He licked his lips.

"There's no need to apologize, love," Genesis breathed. Normally, he would have hesitated at that one word-- love-- but it was too easy to say it to Clovis. No. Genesis didn't need to doubt. This was it. Clovis was his-- his savior from his madness. "Everyone is like that in the beginning, always a little awkward."

He gives him a brief kiss, slowly laying him down as he reached over for a pillow to put under his beloved's hips.

"You'll learn more in time," Genesis chuckles. Now wasn't really the time to talk about his sexual escapades, but the words were enough, he hoped, to reassure Clovis. "I promise that I'll be a very good teacher to you." There was a little smirk then, a hint of naughtiness as he pressed an oil-slick finger against that ring-- the entrance to his being, the last barrier to their union.

Clovis smiled softly in turn, recognizing the teasing tone as he let out an even breath to calm. Teacher, is that right? His hand came to gently reach out to hold Genesis's arm, tightening his hold slightly which acted to comfort him a little. More very soft moans continued to slip out despite his best effort to have a hand over to quiet them. He had said to himself before that it was fine that Genesis heard them, but he found himself embarrassed by them, again.

He paused then as he realized that he had been acting rather meek and submissive. The latter which did excite him some, but the former was what probably brought Genesis so much pause with him. Yes, everyone is like this at the beginning. Still, he worried of all the talk of before that the man had spoken that he wanted to ease those concerns.

His eyes closed with the turning his head as he spread his legs more, but even with this offering -- this silent sacrifice, he thought with some adoration -- he did not know if he was being clear enough. Thought that the kisses and holding of before would help Genesis feel more at ease with him, that he would not break so easily. Even with the last of his neurotic tendencies still clinging in the back of his mind, still wanting to push the other away and apologize for being obscene, he found strength in the pure thought that he loved Genesis.

Leaning up, Clovis reached out to take hold of his love's chin to have him look at him. His expression became stern as he tried to channel a little of the pride and bravo that he had in his youth, that he used to hide all nervousness and his gentle nature. So difficult with almost having him be inside him, to be prepared. The blush did not leave, but he did do his best to appear as in control as he could.

He swallowed but remembered why he was doing this -- it was a thought that had only been a few seconds prior, after all -- and stated, "If you have any hesitation on what to do with me, I suppose that you shall have to ask so. Like 'May I, Your Highness?'" Really, he knew nothing of kinks or such thinking, but thought that if he teased and acted so to Genesis, that the other would realize how much he wanted him and what he had said before about wanting to appease, willing to do anything for him, was still (and always would be) true.

Your Highness.

The words were definitely something from the past, a little trifle Genesis often didn't bother with. He remembered that he would avoid calling Clovis by name, if only to avoid calling him by his honorific. Genesis never liked honorifics. To hear Clovis asking him to call with by honorific again was like an invitation for teasing.

With a smirk, he pressed that one finger a little firmly against the muscle at Clovis' entrance.

"Your Highness, why must I hesitate? Am I not your teacher? Your royal tutor who only knows the best for you?" He grinned almost wickedly. In the meantime, he moved a free hand to caress the inside of one of Clovis' thighs, guiding it up, wanting to bend him so his knees were to his chest.

"Can your Highness bend this much...?"

Although asking Genesis to address him by honorifics didn't spark his kink for servitude, it sparked something in him-- a more impish naughtiness that seemed more natural to his character. It was only after a moment that he realized how he was beginning to act-- was, would Clovis enjoy this? The way he was letting himself go? Being the naughty man he was?

But he had to admit, he wanted it-- he wanted to be a little more lewd, if only to excite the other man further.

He had thought that the man would dismiss what he said, but still be eased by them. Yet he was more than a little surprised at the response that he had received. The haughtiness faded instantly from his expression -- a soft cry slipping out instead as he released his hold on Genesis's chin to press the now curled hand against his chest. Once more lying back as he felt his face grow a little redder with words that came. Biting his bottom lip, he couldn't think of what to say.

The teasing seemed different than the romantic words of before, but he couldn't quite place how other than how it was making him feel so much warmer. He removed the hold that he had on his lips only to lightly bite the tip of his finger instead when his knees were moved. There was a tightening in his chest, but he wasn't sure as to what that was either. Even as he pulled his hands from where they were situated so that he could hold his legs as ordered. Clovis did wish to turn his head away yet again, but he worried what sort of message that would give Genesis.

Clovis cleared his throat as he felt that it was difficult to speak for a moment. Blood rushing to his face and his own arousal seeming more apparent to him. His eyes closed to steady himself as he tried once more to speak, voice coming out just a little weak. "Of course, a prince can do something like this easily." Looking up at Genesis, he licked his lips as the other had before, choosing his words carefully. Breath once more coming out a little faster than he wanted. "Then surely the lesson..." But he couldn't continue with his teasing as his eyes closed instead.

With them closed, he could speak without looking at Genesis with such longing and need. It made things easier if he couldn't see. "Isn't the lesson always that I know best instead of you, though?"

It was incredible, the way a little touch of lust could do to the prince. Genesis relished it-- the way he bit his lip, the way he caught his fingertip between those teeth. The flush of his body was gorgeous, and when he held his knees up, Genesis' breath hitched. This way, Clovis was completely exposed to him now: his body was in that best position for a penetration that was most comfortable.

His breath seemed to quicken in pace as well, and he found himself unable to stop himself from pressing the slick digit inside of the prince now. He wanted to watch-- he wanted to ready him for their union.

"I'm glad to know his Highness could easily oblige. But, how does my lord know what I need best? Would you tell me?" His voice was calm and silken, a sharp contrast to the way his digit worked inside of him, thrusting, gently trying to ease the virgin muscles and relax them for a second intrusion.

The grip of his legs tightened, digging his nails into delicate skin. His eyes closed, held shut, as the whimpering was turning to moans. Steadily growing louder even as he once more bit his bottom lip, even as he turned his head to bury it against the mattress. Pleasure twisting about inside him; the warmth across his skin started to feel almost too much so.

Clovis was able to open his eyes just barely, to look to Genesis as he spoke. So calm, how can...? He did release the hold of his legs, but they remained almost carefully out of the way. It was unconscious movement to spread himself wider, to try to pull Genesis deeper into himself. His hands running through his hair, tugging lightly, occasionally touching his face to cool the flushed skin.

A light shaking of his head to show that he didn't know what his loved needed. "... please, Genesis, please... I don't..."

But that was a single finger, wasn't it? Genesis' calmness was always his charm point when it came to the art of lovemaking. But that calmness was but a reflection of diligent, military restraint combined with the ruthless, almost cruel tactics and execution saved for the battlefield. To keep calm as Clovis squirmed and flushed with pleasure and desire only made his want for him grow.

Gently, he added the second finger, thrusting the two slick digits at a slow pace now. He had to wait until he could have his needs fulfilled-- he needed to thoroughly prepare Clovis for the next intrusion to follow.

"See, your Highness? The truth of the matter is that the teacher will always know best," He slowly removed the digits, sure that Clovis had been well-prepared now. Then he positioned himself, the tip of his arousal pressing against his beloved's entrance-- the last barrier for them to cross.

"And I know well that what I need-- all I need-- is you," he spoke in hushed tones as he pressed in, his body trembling lightly as he felt the tight heat surround his shaft. He groaned, his voice low as his hands gripped Clovis' thighs, keeping his hold gentle despite the incredible pressure he felt around him.

He licked his lips. And slowly, carefully, he began to move.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest." Clovis was mumbling to himself, the words themselves spoken in a halting and shaky manner. Loveless after all those years becoming something like a prayer to him; one to help ease all concerns, to find himself.

It didn't seem fair how he was undone by Genesis. A part of him wanted to be quiet, reserved and dignified in this moment instead of writhing about as he was. But he couldn't help his body's movements or the noises much. His hands fell over his face, covering his eyes though his mouth remained exposed. It was really childish of him to try to calm this way, but he didn't want to appear anymore embarrassing. He didn't want to shame the other in any way.

"Yes." The agreement came out as a sigh as those fingers withdrew, followed by a small nod, and ceasing the quotations for the moment. His hands lowered away from his face so that he could reach out to Genesis, feeling him so close and wanting to be the one to touch him. But his hands dropped back to grip at the sheets instead. He is...

His mouth opening slightly to want the man to kiss him, to cover up the need he was showing, but couldn't get the words out. To feel him inside, Clovis began (barely with his notice) to softly call out Genesis's name instead between the moans, which were growing steadily louder. The grip on the sheets tightening accordingly with those movements, but he found strength to release them so that he could once more reach out to him. Grabbing and tugging him close so that he could kiss Genesis deeply, still whimpering out his name against the man's lips between each time that he had to gasp for air.

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To hear Loveless from Clovis' mouth like that caught Genesis' attention. It surprised him to see how much the poem had appealed to Clovis as much as it appealed to himself. Yet, it seemed that Clovis found the poem to be more of the romance than the challenge as Genesis perceived it. And somehow, Genesis appreciated Clovis' perspective on it. It sweetened the poem and brought new life to it. What was once his mantra of madness was now the prayer upon his beloved's lips.

When he felt Clovis pull him in for a deep kiss, gasping his name every so often, Genesis began to move faster, spurned on by Clovis' own desire. Yes, his desire-- Clovis' wishes, his need for him, his want for him. It drove Genesis to do more-- faster, harder, deeper.

"My love, your desire..." He managed to breathe against the other's lips, nipping at his lower lip for a moment before continuing.

"The bringer of life-- the gift of the goddess."

The tightening of his chest began, just like when he was about to confess, when he was waiting for Genesis's answer. It almost hurt to breathe as he started to pant heavily, like that would help. Clovis had never felt lust before now; he was almost overwhelmed by it mingling with his love for Genesis.

He did not know what to do with it as his hands moved to the man's back, gripping onto him. Occasionally, he would tug at him, try to pull him even closer, but end up dragging his nails down his back instead. Not hard enough to cut skin, but enough to show he continued desperation as he fought for some semblance of control. The kissing did help -- opening his mouth submissively with each one, begging to be devoured so that the feeling too would be extinguished.

"Yours." Clovis whimpered against the other's lips. "Just yours." His mouth felt dry and couldn't continue before tipping his head back once more; crying out his name. My reason for being. Still, the sound of his own voice as such surprised him. It gave him a little sense to lean forward, moving his head to the other's neck, burying his mouth against it to cover up his noises once more.

His hips rose in turn, thrusting back against Genesis's own. His eyes closed tight, savoring the feeling of when they were pressed against him, before opening them to look toward his love when he pulled away to move again. Really, he knew that he would soon be undone once more.

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