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[arcanegrasp]

Elias is often out and about, but he's always glad to hear out anyone who needs to speak with him. Visit him in his home within the lighthouse, catch him out in the bustling city streets, or leave him a letter! He'll get back to you as soon as he can.

((OOC: Gonna get a proper code for this later, don't worry about the format now!!))

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[arcanegrasp]

"Oh shit," Elias breathes, pressing his forehead into the desk. His hand finds part of the shelf that connects to the desk, gripping it gently. With as busy as he's been, any self-maintenance has been brief, just quick enough to sate the need - it's clear he hasn't been touched this way in quite some time, and he does all he can to steady himself.

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil is slow and he is patient. There's no rush, after all. He wants to make this last. Slowly, slowly, agonizingly slow. Can't let Elias off the hook too easy, and while a terrible tease, Neil has no desire to cause Elias any pain. So he takes his time. One finger, then two, then a third for good measure. All the while avoiding making the precise angle too accurate. That will come later.

[arcanegrasp]

Though marginally less patient, Elias is willing to wait; he's as aware as Neil is that he needs some extra work before he'll be ready. He holds onto his simple anchors and melts into the desk, only just managing to fight the urge to touch himself while he's worked so skillfully. All things in due time - even if the waiting is leaving him more and more eager by the minute.

[itsjustabaddream]

"Your patience is admirable, my dear," Neil teases softly. "I think you're about ready, don't you?"

[arcanegrasp]

"It is--- hah, easier said than done. A-absolutely maddening stuff, that," Elias laughs breathlessly. "I'm inclined to agree, if you're ready...?"

[itsjustabaddream]

"I am." Neil rubs a hand up Elias' back again, his other hand guiding his dick up to the entrance he'd so carefully coaxed open for himself. "But I'd like to offer you a choice."

[arcanegrasp]

"Oh?" Elias glances back, but his curious look goes unsatisfied. He can't see Neil all too well from this angle, but he'll manage. "What is it?"

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil leans his hips forward, making sure that Elias can feel what awaits him pressing up, but not quite entering. "Shall I take you right here and now? Or would you rather move to the bed and lie on your back?"

[arcanegrasp]

Elias takes in a sharp breath, and has to clench his teeth to stave off a whimper of anticipation. Right here would satisfy that itch so much more quickly, have all the perks and the sheer excitement of a quick, hasty romp, but...

Old sentimentality wins out. He wants to see Neil's face.

"As nice as this is, maybe we ought to move to the bed," Elias offers, releasing that shelf he'd held to press his palm to the table, easing himself back upright. "A bit less prone to... incident, the way I see it?"

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil smiles softly, then backs away. "Let's go then."

[arcanegrasp]

Elias moves to relocate, and getting settled in comes all-too naturally. Neil is a bit too short to draw down into a kiss from where he stands, but Elias' hands find ones that hold onto him as soon as they're there. He tries not to let himself get nostalgic - and, subsequently, he fails.

I love you hangs heavy in his throat, but he doesn't dare speak it.

[itsjustabaddream]

Once Elias is settled into the bed, Neil situates himself above, looking down over the other man. He's as lovely as Neil remembers, even as tinged with pain as some of those old memories are. Part of him wonders where they'd be if things had been different. Where they could go if Elias believed him now. Would the sting of that betrayal ever completely fade?

If there is an I love you too caged behind Neil's own teeth, that old burn makes short work of it, surely.

But he does like Elias very much. And he does miss this.

The position is an interesting endeavor, with Elias being so much taller than Neil, but the delight Neil gets from topping a larger man is definitely worth it. He graces Elias with a short, heated kiss before making his grand entrance and getting to work.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias' chest rises sharply with a gasp, and the keening sound that escapes him would have been embarrassing if he could have focused on it. He couldn't be less concerned, however. It's easy to get so lost in the motions, the collision of hips and the rolling motions that rock him gently into the blankets that he curls his fingers into.

One particularly good connection of hips hits just the right spot, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, desperately anchoring his hand on one of the ones on his hip.

"Right there, please, right there---"

[itsjustabaddream]

"There it is," Neil says, barely above a whisper between his panting breaths. He lets out an airy laugh. "I was worried I lost my touch."

Taking Elias' hips in hand, he thrusts with renewed vigor, neck arching upward as he lets out a hot sigh. "Oh, Eli..."

[arcanegrasp]

While he's more prone to breaths and whimpers, moans, the same rough edge to them as his voice carries, spill from him easily. He can't help but let his hand drift up, shaky in its stroking at himself. It does nothing for his stamina, rusted away with time, but he aches for every ounce of the contact.

"That's... I-I'm..." He tries to manage between his own short breaths, only growing more unsteady by the minute. "I don't know how long I'll last..."

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil presses a kiss to the leg that is hiked up on his shoulder and reaches out to pull Elias' hand away from his own cock. "Slow down." The instruction is gentle this time. "Wait for me."

[arcanegrasp]

Elias winces at the lack of the contact, but he relents easily, letting out a shuddering breath. It was impossible to argue with directions like that. "Hah, I--- y-yes, of course, sorry. Got a--- a bit excited."

[itsjustabaddream]

"It's alright, darling," Neil purrs, craning forward to kiss him. It's a hard reach, so eventually he elects to press kisses to Elias' chest. "I'm catching up," he admits softly between his haggard breaths. "You feel so good, Eli."

[arcanegrasp]

The kiss hitches a breath in his chest, a blooming warmth rising to meet it. Elias lets out a heated sigh, lifting a hand to brush over Neil's cheek - a familiar affection that he's still so prone to.

"I could say the same of you," He leans his head back, struggling to have any of the energy still to lift it. "You always---" A good motion pulls a soft ah from him before he can pull himself back together. "You always did know just the right way to get me, didn't you?"

[itsjustabaddream]

He laughs softly. "T-took practice," he murmurs, then lets out a sharp breath. He doesn't bother to explain what cut him off, letting the fact that he's taken Elias in hand do the talking.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias understands very clearly, and whines, soft and needy, toes curling and back tensing. He's boiling at his core, and even the desperate attempt to reel himself back is so quickly undone by that hand on him, so much better than his own. Climax looms dangerously, and he's reduced to more and more of a mess with each passing moment as he desperately tries to hang on.

"O-oh, fuck, Neil---!"

[itsjustabaddream]

"Come on, Eli," he urges, "Almost there---"

[arcanegrasp]

Between his words and the continued motions, Elias doesn't need any further pushing - that tips him right across the line.

Writhing and arching his back sharply, he comes hard, shuddering and stiff as he spills over into Neil's hand, his hands dropping hurriedly to white-knuckle grip the sheets. He pants heavily and whimpers as it's ridden out, overstimulated in the best possible way and relishing every ounce of contact, even if it leaves him foggy and with new, decidedly different sort of ache.

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil gasps and groans as Elias tips over the edge, stroking him through it. And then, once Elias has gotten all that he can, Neil pulls out to finish himself off by hand. He gazes down at Elias with hazy, half-lidded eyes, rubbing Elias' hip with his free hand.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias pants heavily, and with the utmost disregard for the mess, he sits up--- with only the smallest wince of soreness--- and scoots to the end of the bed, softly nudging Neil's hand to slow his work.

"May I?"