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

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.

Edited 2010-10-22 06:18 (UTC)

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.

Genesis had known how lust felt so often. In all honestly his lust for the Britannian prince came before the realization that he loved him all the while. Yet, perhaps it wasn't really the case. He felt concern for him before he desired him. Perhaps the lust was only something Genesis understood while love was something he preferred to shove away, thinking that it was useless to think of such. After all, love was arduous-- a complete hassle so full of heartbreak and difficulty. It was never this easy.

But as he felt the way Clovis held on to him, trying to pull him closer, his mouth opening, begging to be devoured-- Genesis felt his body burn with something beyond sheer carnal desire. This mouth, this body... Genesis wanted nothing more but to always be with his prince. After all, he was his prince-- he was the one who took him away from the madness, and at more than one occasion. He could still remember the morning after his first encounter with the madness wave-- idly looking through the network and believing: I should see Clovis. I can relax around him.

In the heat of the passion and desire thrumming through his body, Genesis pressed a hot, open kiss against Clovis' neck as he cried out his name. The rocking of their hips in unison had gotten him to act more wantonly, driving himself deeper still into his beloved. It was all heat-- want-- need-- and then, he saw Clovis' eyes, open and clear: eyes that held all the love he needed in this world.

"Clovis," he leaned in, lips brushing over his, eyes gazing longingly into his. "I'm coming."

Clovis's grip on Genesis tightened in turn, pulling himself as close as he could to him. Needing to feel his skin over his own as much as possible, wanting to drown in that heat. Feeling already dizzy from everything already. The startled gasp could not be halted in escaping from hearing those words. It brought him a little back out of the haze that he had found himself in.

His mouth suddenly feeling dry as his own movements began to quicken just a little more in anticipation, in want. He wanted to say something -- some form of acceptance or declaration of love -- but found that his words were once more stolen from him. Those burning feelings within his chest burned through his entire body warming and driving him closer to his own release.

It did give him a sense of solace and safety to be so close to Genesis. His eyes widening, he buried his face into the crook of the man's neck where it met shoulder. Without thinking, he bit into the skin, yet still unable to find any reprieve to his cries, only muffling them slightly. The rush of his own climax took him, stilling his motions even though he felt somewhere in his haze that he still wanted to move. Nails digging deep into his love's back, leaving a few marks, before he finally loosened his grip.

Edited 2010-10-24 03:19 (UTC)

At almost the same time, Genesis felt a rush of heat coming over his entire body: to flood through his spine, then to his very loins, where his body met with Clovis'. The teeth against his skin only helped to further the fire within him-- the unexpected sensation only making him lose himself further. With a loud groan, and quick, erratic bucks into his beloved, he gave his release, his seed spilling deep into the other's body. As he did, his hands gripped Clovis' thighs a little harder, nails also leaving faint red marks on the tender peach-milk skin.

It felt good-- terribly good to be like this: his body so close to Clovis' own, his heartbeat racing-- filling his senses with the sound of its thumping. He knew how it felt to be inside of another-- to release inside of another and bring the other to their climax as well. But this was different.

They had vows. They were promised to each other. The act was more than a purging for the lust in his loins or for the feelings he had long denied in his heart. This was the beginning of a life lived not alone-- a life with his beloved. Slowly, Genesis moved his hands away from Clovis' thighs and moved up, to touch his arms, leading them away from his back so he may hold his hands and twine their fingers.

"Clovis."

Clovis allowed his hands to be moved, tightening his hold onto Genesis's hands weakly. He still felt so warm, but his body was tired. It was a nice sort of feeling to have. His mouth opened so that he could remove it from Genesis's shoulder, already gone slack after his release. He blinked a few times, almost too dazed from what had happened, before noticing the mark which he had left on him. While he didn't draw blood, he did leave something that he thought would bruise.

A soft cry of distress before laying a few kisses over the bite, drawing his tongue over it to ease whatever pain might be there, before looking to the man. His breathing had not actually evened out just yet, still coming out in bursts. He swallowed a few times before he found he was able to speak. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

He pressed his face close to Genesis as before, nuzzling he side of his face. "I gave into such, I did not realize that I had something of that sort in me." Years of being repressed, he simply was surprised at himself. There was indeed a part of him that wanted to pull away to cover his face and just wallow in the shame of giving into such desires and lust -- continue to beg until he was forgiven for his impropriety. Yet he somehow was able to keep himself from doing so.

It was hard to keep from shuddering at the feel of Clovis' tongue against his bruised skin. Genesis had to really admit that helping the younger man release his repressed lust made Clovis quite the exciting partner. It amused him. He never quite thought that the other would show so much promise in bed. And all this time, he dreamt of Clovis as the eternal blushing prince, sweet and innocent and so careful in the art of debauchery.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all. You don't have to worry about it." Genesis murmured. With that, he turned about so the prince could rest on top of him. He was still inside of Clovis, which would have probably made the other shiver at the feeling of fullness in him. But soon, he gently pulled out, watching Clovis all the while.

He had such a beautiful spouse.

"... beautiful." He let the thought slip into his words as he ran a hand through the silky golden locks. He had always dreamed of doing this-- even restrained himself from such a show of affection for so long. It was an incredible relief to finally do this now.

He was just a little surprised to suddenly be on top of Genesis. The flushing had just started to fade before his face once more brightened. Clovis wondered if Genesis merely liked the shades that his skin could change, but the thought left him when the other pulled out. His body trembled slightly, missing him already. He rested pulled his hands back so that he could rest his chin on top of them as he stared down at him.

"I'm so glad that I did not bring you any sort of pain." Clovis could feel the last of his niggling neurotic behavior fade away -- how it could it remain in the light of everything that he done. He looked away for a moment, letting his gaze slip off to the rumpled sheets, and pressed his lips together. "My teacher does know so much more than I." He returned to what he believed teasing during, happy to be able to finally be able to speak calmly.

"Yes, you are mine, too." Moving his hands back, he rested his head down onto Genesis's chest to listen to his heart as his hands laid underneath his chin. Curling in against him, he was allowing exhaustion to take hold of him so that he could sleep. Clovis smiled to himself against the skin. "This is how I dreamed of us. Resting like this." His head moved a bit to get just a little more comfortable. "I feel so safe and loved."

With a warm, content smile playing upon his lips, Genesis raised a hand to brush against Clovis' cheek-- a simple, tender caress. "So, I hope that tonight's lesson was a useful one. I feel like you have learned a lot, Clovis." It always filled him with a kind of warmth to call the other with no honorifics at all. To an extent, the honorifics have become only like a gesture of affection, the same way any man who treasured a girl would call her "princess". The only thing was that Clovis was a prince-- a real one. But that didn't matter much to Genesis. Clovis was his prince. The only prince he would ever care to serve.

"Safe and loved... those are the words I should be saying to you," Genesis murmured, leaning forward a little to brush his lips against his hair. "I've longed for this for a while, too. Yet I never would have thought I could find it with you." At that, he moved his other arm around Clovis' body, keeping the smaller body against his own.

With a breath, he began to murmur, as if finding the lines fitting for the night--

When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Bright blue eyes passed over the form of the prince resting his head upon his heart. After all these years, he had finally found that gift of bliss-- something everlasting. Quietly then, he reached for a blanket with one hand, and drew the covers over them so they could rest well.

When the morning comes, Genesis hopes that all wasn't an illusion created by the madness. Although he is very sure that it wasn't. But the thought makes him hold Clovis a little more firmly, wanting to safeguard the gift the goddess had granted him.

It was nice to fall asleep listening to the poem that he loved so much. To hear it from Genesis. Fingers spreading out across the man's chest, fingertips making invisible designs with their movements. His smile soft as he allowed sleep to wrap around him. The dreams that came to him were sweet and quiet -- a life outside of the war with his knight.

Of course, sleep does disappear as soon as hunger invades it. His eyes open with a soft sigh as he wondered how long it would be before his stomach would start to growl. Clovis did tip his head up to look at Genesis, still holding him, sill giving him that safety and warmth of before. It was not a-- Of course, it could not have been a dream. The prince would not have had such thoughts before.

His body still felt just a little heavy, still lovely. He closed his eyes as he allowed himself to remember those times. His face turning a little red in turn as his hand came to cover his mouth. I was ... good for him ... wasn't I? As before, his finger slipped into his mouth to lightly chew on it nervously, feeling suddenly very young.

Of course, he slipped it out as he let himself smile once more. Pressing a kiss over Genesis's heart, he did not want to start new neurotic tendencies about how he was for him. That probably would not endear him much, and would be terribly embarrassing to ask. Biting his bottom lip, he wondered how he could get up so that he could find something to eat without waking the other. Perhaps, I could even bring something to Genesis. He perked up just a little, happy with this thought, as he gently moved the other's arm so that he could try to slip out of bed.

With the many months Genesis spent out on the run exposed to the Madness Wave, it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep with Clovis' body warm and comforting to him. In fact, when Clovis wakes from his hunger pangs, he doesn't seem to stir at all, still caught in the depths of his rest. It didn't take much for Clovis to move his arm without disturbing him, although the limb was a heavy weight owing to his lack of consciousness.

Despite this, though, there were some things Genesis body couldn't help. While Clovis ponders on what to do, there seemed to be a loud rumble between their bodies: Genesis' empty stomach.

Even so, he still continued to sleep deeply and soundly, strangely undisturbed by his own hunger. Perhaps this was some bad habit he picked up over the course of his disappearance from Shibusen.

I'm surprised you can sleep through such. His hand rose to cover up his smile and soft laughter. Leaning up, he stared fondly at Genesis's sleeping face. Don't worry. I'll bring you something soon. A light kiss on the side of his lips, he made his little promise. Sliding out of bed, he sat down on the floor a few seconds. His body trembled just a little from being tired and still felt rather good in this state. Letting out a very soft sigh, he rubbed his face to remove the red from his face.

A small voice in the back of his head began telling him that he should feel unsightly and terrible for such a response. He really thought those thoughts were done as he pushed himself up to go clean himself in the bathroom first -- pulling a new outfit from the closet on his way.

The shower was quick as his stomach continued to make a few sad noises and his own wish to wanting to make something for Genesis continued humming in his head. Tugging his clothes on, he peeked out of the bathroom to check to ensure that Genesis was still sleeping soundly, before he did head toward the door to leave.

Indeed, Genesis was sleeping absolutely soundly when Clovis last looked, but a few moments after he had gone, the redhead stirred. When he did so, he noticed that there was a lack of weight upon his body--

Clovis--

His eyes flew open, his arm reaching, as if trying to grab hold of his beloved and only feeling nothing in his stead. He paused just then, feeling just a touch melancholy as he woke up alone. Looking around the room, though, he knew that it wasn't all an illusion. He was definitely in the other man's quarters. He sat up and took a look around.

Clothes strewn on the floor, the almost-empty bottle of safflower oil standing on the bedside table, and that lingering scent of Clovis on the sheets, in the air and on his own skin. No. There were no illusions here. But he wondered-- to where did his beloved go?

Before he could move, though, a shot of pain lashed out from his gut as it grumbled.

He needed to eat something so he could move.

The tray was carefully balanced in his hands -- two bowls of soup, some toast, and two apples (really, he could not resist taking them even though it somewhat clashed with what he had chosen). He laughed softly to himself and wondered if those wandering the halls thought him to be a little mad. Clovis would tip his head in turn to the few that caught his eye as he returned to his room. Really, he was feeling most proud of himself for this endeavor. The rush of being able to see Genesis's smile was enough to spur him on this endeavor.

It did take some doing to prop the door open, but he did so and carefully tugged it closed after him. He looked up to see that Genesis had awakened and allowed a moment of sorrow to slip onto his features. Clovis had been hoping to surprise him, but it seemed like the surprise was just a little ruined. "You're up." Shaking his head a little, he smiled fondly before returning to his side. "I did go a little overboard, but I thought that we could have dinner together." It was what he would once call a poor man's meal as he set it carefully on the bed.

Catching the apple before it rolled too far, he held it out to Genesis first. Of course, as soon as he did, the insecurity of if he was when he was with him returned to his mind. Pressing his lips together, he looked away, but continued to hold the fruit out to him.

"Overboard, how?"

Now, Genesis had propped his body up against the headboard and some pillows. He didn't have the energy to get out of bed and dress up, so there he was, hiding the rest of his naked self under the covers. He watched how Clovis' acted and noticed how he suddenly seemed to turn shy.

When he reached out to take the apple then, he first reached out to brush a finger over the apple of Clovis' cheek. Beautiful. That single touch alone brought to mind what they did earlier that night-- the vows, the way the Prince both surrendered and conquered him with overwhelming love-- it almost wanted to make Genesis turn away with a blush on his cheeks as well. Instead, his skin seemed to give a faint glow of warmth, enamored by the man before him.

"Let's eat, then?"

"I'm not quite sure."

His fingers drummed on his chin, as it merely seemed like something that he should say. He wondered what it was that he should say or what it was that he could ask. His thoughts are, thankfully, interrupted by the touch against his cheek. Eyes widening for a second, he focused in on staring at Genesis. Clovis was still hungry, yes, but he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch where he had bitten his love. His head gave a little tilt before he leaned in to once more kiss the top of the bruise.

Looking back up to him, he nodded once to the question that they should eat. But not before allowing another soft touch to what he had done, staring at it in a forlorn manner. It did take a few seconds before he noticed that he had forgotten to bring something for them to drink as well. "Oh, I should go and get something of that nature, shouldn't I?" He mumbled aloud, sharing his thoughts. Of course, he didn't want to leave the other at that time.

Because, we're promised to each other. Because, he's... The thought didn't finish as he already felt a little embarrassed to want to monopolize all of Genesis for himself. That sounded so selfish, but he supposed -- knew -- that just how it was. He wrapped his arm lightly around the man's neck, pulling himself in close, so that he could rest his head on his shoulder while the other ate. Not quite ready to leave or eat himself. Even disregarding the comment of going to get something to drink to just be as close as he could be with him.

"That bruise will heal rather quickly," Genesis smiled, pointing it out as he let an arm curl around his beloved's waist, pulling him close. He bit from the apple he held, enjoying its taste in his mouth. Sometimes, he had missed the taste of the Banora White, but he had grown to enjoy the flavor of these Earth apples as well.

He brought the fruit close to Clovis, offering it to him, not shy about sharing his meal with him now that they were promised to each other. It was a comforting thing-- the sense of ownership over the Prince, and the safety he felt in their commitment to each other. Finally, he felt sure of something. It was the best sanctuary after all the time he spent exposed to the Madness Wave.

Not even Genesis minded that Clovis chose to keep close to him rather than move to get them drinks. It could wait until later. Until then, he would enjoy this-- the sight of the prince, pooled in his lap, in his arms, perfectly like a golden kitten.

It brought a smile to his face. And he moved to brush a strand of hair from the younger man's face.

"Kitten."

"I should try to show a little restraint, so that this does not happen, again." Clovis finally admitted aloud. It was the most that he could do so without bringing up his other concerns as to exactly how he was. Like asking someone to give him critique on his paintings. Though, relating the two, he supposed that he liked that romantic view.

Truly, he was certain that they were breathtaking (if his own noises of before were any indication) with one another and such an analogy suited his needs nicely. His dear Genesis being the artist and bringing about -- his face turned a little red as he was surprising himself with these sort of thoughts. Even if he had kept any and all thoughts of this nature locked away, he wondered if it was really all right to have them all slip out at once.

Taking the apple from Genesis, he stared at it for a moment. He thought of taking a bite off to the side rather than where his love had, but decided to continue on the same path that was taken by the other instead. An indirect sort of kiss, before it was handed back. Being held, being cherished, it was more than he could really hope for and wondered why he had not said any of this sooner. Kitten.

He smiled fondly at the endearment. "My dear knight." A pause, weighted. His lips pressed together and felt that he could not keep anything from the one that he promised himself to, the one who owns his heart. "I hope that you will not compare me to anyone else."

Genesis chuckled and shifted a little, just so they could fit better against each other. He liked it this way-- his naked skin against Clovis' clothing, the warmth of their proximity and their scents mingling in the room. It was an intimate comfort. Something very different from what Genesis knew.

He let the fingers of one hand gently twine in the other's hair, fond-- so very fond. "You know, I actually liked it when you set your teeth on my skin. It's thrilling. I know the act isn't that romantic-- but I guess I could call it passionate. After all, you've left this on me. It's like marking me as yours."

And just as well, he did leave a few, small marks around Clovis' neck and shoulders.

"You're incomparable, Clovis." He pressed a kiss to his forehead. "How I feel with you-- I can't match with anyone else."

Of course, bed technique was a different area. But Genesis found it pointless to even compare. He couldn't even remember who was the last person he slept with before Clovis.

"I don't to be seen in that manner, though." It seemed like since he had loosened his lips on his nervousness of being judged; he also felt the need to also let it be known of how he wanted to be viewed by Genesis. Though, the word 'thrilling' did invoke the sudden reddening of his face and pleasant warmth. "I'd rather only give you thoughts of romance, if I could."

A childish notion, but one that he was clinging onto venomously. "It really has nothing to do with being a prince or anything as it does that ... I simply never saw myself as something lustful and do not wish for you to, either." The connotations of which were simply too troubling -- that he was only with Genesis for his looks or body. No, what he loved was his soul. And his own soul was already marked as Genesis's the moment that he was able to tell him all his feelings.

"Incomparable." He parroted, dumbly.

That brought insurmountable relief to him -- the kiss had helped as well. His hands came to rest on either side of Genesis's face so that he could draw him close for a kiss. Deeply, wanting to have even more of the taste of the apple shared with him.

As much as the need for food was still there on Genesis' mind, how was he to resist his beloved's kiss? It was sweet-- sweetened by the taste of apple in his mouth, upon his lips, too.

Goddess...

He was very certain Clovis would drive him mad with the kind of affection he had for him-- it was almost as if they truly couldn't take their hands off from each other. And indeed, Genesis hands were doing just that, moving underneath Clovis' shirt, caressing the soft skin he remembered so well from their first coupling a few hours ago.

If he didn't break away soon, he supposed, they might forgo dinner once more in favor of other bodily delights. Yet-- no. Clovis didn't want to be seen as lustful. He wanted to be a romantic to the very end. Genesis was far too comfortable with the concept of lust to consider romance in his actions. But perhaps... perhaps he could sweeten them for Clovis-- endear every lustful gesture with a pinch of dream-like romance.

The warmth returned to him as he let out a satisfied sigh at being touched once more. Wanting more of his hands, then finally breaking the kiss. He smiled softly, almost dizzy with his happiness, before his stomach brought to his attention that he was still hungry.

"I suppose my relief at being such to you allowed me to remember other issues." Still, he could not help but be a little embarrassed at its interruption. He let out an exasperated sigh this time, but realized that it was probably for the best. If he did continue as he was, he would simply stay in bed forever with Genesis. The war would have to do without them, and he laughed softly at the thought.

Realizing his laughter, he shared what it was that he was concerned with -- reaching to pick up some of the bread that he brought to satisfy his poor, neglected hunger. "I was merely thinking that I may not be able to leave this room if you are in it." He looked away as it sounded funnier in his head, but saying it aloud made him feel suddenly shy.

Goddess, Genesis had to admit that Clovis truly was an adorable lover to have: his laughter, his romantic, gentle whims and the way he turned shy every once in a while just reaffirmed that pet name he had given the Prince.

"Really now?" Genesis grinned as he leaned in to bite one end of the bread that Clovis picked up. "I don't see anything wrong with that... save that we do need to eat every once in a while."

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