tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; <3 Feb. 14, Valentine's Day <3
Rating; R, may become Nc-17 X3
Characters; Felix

dawn_shower
Summary; Two teens lost in their common emotions find their way to each other. Kinky forest smex ensues <3
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Kyle would… probably be angry. But he was thinking now, it wasn’t like when it first struck. Actually his mind had been doing little other than thinking and wondering since Frey had been hit by this curse. It would…happen eventually, no matter what. He was curious, not the idle curiosity that tended to strike him at odd moments, but he wanted to know what it was like. Why it was his body was aching for something so specific. Calm and controlled, that was what people saw of him but there was a part of him that took after Ferid, strike the metal while it’s red hot. And right now it really seemed like there was no better time.

And it wasn’t as if he had planned anything beyond meeting this other person. Perhaps nothing of consequence would happen. And even if something did happen hadn’t he always been told it’s the things you don’t do that you regret the most?

Confusion and lust aside it was nice to be outside. He’d trapped himself inside the apartment and the small space had done little to console him. The open air and the trees stretching above him were a comfort.

Felix leaned against the broad trunk of one of the trees and sighed. Living in the City had been interesting to say the least, but there was no plausible explanation for the feelings that had begun to well up inside him, threatening to spill over. Felix hadn’t lied when he had told others he had never really thought about doing such things before. The opportunity just had never arisen back in his own world.

He pushed his restless thoughts to the back of his mind when he heard someone approaching. ’That must be him.’ Felix stepped out in to a patch of moon light that illuminated the forest floor.

“…Hello.”

Frey had made no effort to conceal his movements, there was no point in hiding if he was going to meet someone. He glanced in the direction of the voice, thankfully his nerves were not as on edge as earlier, sleeping had helped somewhat though the scroll had only lasted for two hours.

He gave the stranger a small, shy smile. He didn’t look a lot older than Frey was, probably around his age. And they both seemed…equally lost about this encounter. Somehow it was comforting, that he wasn’t the only one so sadly oblivious to such things. “Good evening…I don’t think I caught your name?”

He shifted slightly, nervously. He’d hastily thrown on his tunic over his tights and his hair was still in the similar disarray it had been in all day. He felt a little naked without his usual pride and confidence as a shield around him.

Felix smiled softly in an effort to reassure Frey. “It’s Felix. And you are Frey, correct?” The other boy seemed a bit shaken, but then again, curses seemed to have that kind of an effect on people. He couldn’t be much older than sixteen, mercifully close to his own age. People always told him back in Weyard that he acted older than he looked, and he blamed it on the fact he was forced to grow up quickly. Saturos had no tolerance for children.

“I’m glad you could make it.” He was happy to find someone who was just as confused as he was. Everyone else in the city had a grasp on what exactly what was going on, but not him. Nothing was making any sense anymore, and there where certain unexplained thoughts forming in his mind that very moment.

He nodded, the awkwardness of the situation was obvious. He could hear all the logical arguments of why he shouldn’t do anything other than perhaps talk but just once maybe it was okay to give in to his body? It wasn’t a very demanding body either. He could continue to say he didn’t know if they were going to do anything but after hours of this torturous curse he was quite familiar with the way his gaze would linger here and there, and recognize that desire for closeness.

The question was really how to initiate it. He could command his army against overwhelming odds but how to ease them into this situation? Frey had no idea. Even with Lyonit had been completely innocent. In fact even on a day like this he couldn’t think of her in a way that was less than platonic. “Felix…we’re sure we want to…do whatever, right?” he asked one last time, he hated this hesitation and uncertainty so he promised himself it was the last time he was going to ask this ridiculous question when his body was screaming yes.

Felix stepped closer to Frey and cautiously wrapped his arms around him, cravings the physical contact that the closeness brought. “Yes… If you are willing.” He sighed. The day had been torture as he had tried to sort things out, but that reality was quickly fading away. Nothing else really mattered to him at the moment. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way.

Felix hesitated momentarily, and then gently placed his lips against Frey’s. The new, but not unwelcome, sensation sparked something that drove him to press harder. All rational thought was rapidly thrown out the window in that one searing kiss. His grip tightened on Frey as he was unwilling to let go of the one thing keeping him mildly sane, even if no one was pulling him away.

The question of willingness was answered quickly and ardently in the way Frey wrapped his arms around the other teen without reserve. He didn’t think too much, not on how the sensation felt strange, almost electric, not on how there was a faintly earthen smell to the other’s hair that was completely separate from the forest, all that thinking and analyzing he could do it tomorrow when the insanity of the curse had faded.

He tilted his head to try to adjust the angle of contact, less awkward, less forceful. His lips parted to deepen the contact more by instinct than actual conscious thought. That tension that had been coiled tightly in his gut all day seemed to spread everywhere, reviving that burn that had first assaulted him the night prior.

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He slipped his tongue in to the others open mouth, not really realizing what he was doing, and his hands began to roam over Frey’s body. Fingers that did not wish to be idle pulled at clothing and entangled themselves in silver hair. Felix barely remembered hitting the ground, but found the two of them there none the less.

It took a few long minutes for him to finally break away for much needed oxygen, but dove for Frey’s neck after catching his breath.

The fall stunned Frey a little but the shock was pushed aside quickly in favour of other things. Accepting the insistent tongue into his mouth he let his own tangle with it. Slippery, wet, and warm, it was sloppy and he’d never imagine enjoying something like this but he was, very much so. He sucked in short gasping breaths when he could, trying to remember to breathe as they ate at each other impatiently. His hands clutched tightly at Felix’s clothing desperately, pulling him closer as he was pressed against the damp ground. The wide neck of his tunic stretched around his shoulders at his partner’s insistent tugging, baring more of his pale skin.

Being touched and kissed by someone else was so different in reality than he could have imagined if he ever had bothered. Frey never would have guessed at the intensity of the searing heat, it was blinding and there was nothing but instinct as he lifted his hips, jerking against the older teen. And it was completely natural how he tilted his head to encourage the hot wet kisses against his neck and shoulders.

The heat was increasing to an unprecedented level as Felix paused to remove Frey’s tunic and kiss down his chest. His lips came in to contact with a nipple and he sucked on it before continuing down the younger boy’s body. There was an indescribable need to touch, to feel every inch of him, a new but not unwelcome passion. Felix ground his hips against Frey’s, gasping at the sensation the action brought.

Tongue and mouth left wet trails across pale skin illuminated by the moon’s soft glow. He felt hot and light headed; thoughts became hazy and blurred as the friction between the two bodies continued.

The tunic was removed, tossed carelessly to the side, somewhere on the slightly damp dirt they were rolling in. Frey bit his lip against a moan, afraid to hear himself like this, needy and wanton. Those lips and tongue was touching and tracing the most inconsequential parts of his body, parts he never bothered to dwell on, and yet sparking mad jolts of sensation through his body.

“Aah…” his voice strained into the night air, unable to hold back all the soft sounds that tried to escape his lips. It was much more than he had ever experienced, it was much much better than doing it alone. His lips wanted to form a name but he wasn’t sure whose so he bit down on it, simply letting his body move as it would in rhythm with Felix.

Felix pulled his own tunic off in one fluid motion and discarded it along with the other one, and thankfully he hadn’t worn much of his usual outfit at all. The sensation of bare skin on bare skin was madding to the point where he couldn’t get enough of it. He suppressed sounds of his own, instead focusing on removing the rest of Frey’s clothing that was blocking further contact.

Distracting him with another passionate kiss, his hands wandered down to Frey’s waistline and proceeded to pull it lower and lower until he had his tights nearly half off. Their obvious hardness ground together again and Felix let out a low moan. Now why in the name of the Gods hadn’t he tried this before?

Lifting his hips Frey did his best to assist in the removal of his clothing with his body still tangled with Felix’s. There wasn’t anything under the tights and he was glad because any longer it took he might have gone insane with need.

He jerked away instinctively when their skin met. It was so strange, intimate, but his body craved the heat still and whatever thoughts or doubts might have crossed his mind vaporized before they could fully form. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as he arched against the other teen’s body, his erection rubbing against Felix’s answering hardness. It was a confusing sensation in his mind, pleasurable but strange and almost uncomfortable at the same time. But he’d been straining for it all day so he embraced it.

He bit back more sounds as he removed the rest of their articles of clothing that where still in the way. The feeling of hot, wet flesh sliding together was becoming altogether unbearable as time went by, and concentrating was increasingly difficult as well. Felix wanted something more, to be closer to Frey than it seemed physically possible.

Felix’s actions spurred Frey on, encouraged him to seek out what he could from this encounter. Just skin against skin wasn’t enough somehow and for a moment he regretted not knowing how exactly two males were to consummate relationship. He had some idea but wasn’t certain.

Legs wrapping around the other teen’s waist Frey pulled himself into the other’s touch, bringing as much of their bodies into contact as possible. Their bodies were slick with sweat, rubbing torturously pleasurably together, trying to find some way to fit. If he knew more about the act it would be so much easier, he wasn’t sure how to phrase it. Frey hadn’t been shy about the encounter but he couldn’t bring himself to really look at Felix as he tried to explain what to do next if they wanted to go…further.

“Y-you put it…in,” he hesitated, afraid to continue. “T-there,” he continued after a prolonged pause, not wanting to say exactly where but moving to press himself against the older boy properly. It was going to hurt wasn’t it? He wasn’t afraid of pain but the thought of someone being with him so completely made his nerves feel strange. He wanted it but at the same time not completely, not whole-heartedly. Not that his body would listen to any of that.

"Ah..." He murmered against Frey's neck. So that's how you did it...

Felix gently covered the younger boys mouth with his own, then slid in slowly, not wanting to hurt Frey. He moaned softly and began to move instinctively, raw need taking over.

Frey yelped, there was no dignity to the sound. He pushed at Felix’s shoulders, “Stop, it hurts.” Too much too soon, there was no way it would go in, not comfortably and certainly not pleasurably. He pulled away, forcing Felix to withdraw from his body.

"W-we don't... have to if you don't want to..." Felix adverted his gaze, some rational thought process's returning. "I'm... sorry..."

It was…awkward. So hard to look at the other teen as he reached out and took the other boy’s hand. They really probably shouldn’t be trying this, to go so far, but it was really too late for them to pull back. Frey raised Felix’s hand to his lips, eyes closed as he took two fingers into his mouth, tongue smoothing against the digits as he sucked lightly. He wasn’t sure how much it would help but it had to be better than nothing. His tongue slid down the length, dipping between fingers, slicking them up as best as he could.

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