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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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[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?"

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil's usual decorum fails him, and he can't manage a suave invitation, instead responding only with a sharp nod.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias lets out a content breath, and once Neil has dropped away his hand, his own replaces it, building quickly up to the same pace Neil had been at before. He presses a few kisses to wherever he can reach, up to Neil's collarbone, sighing softly against his skin.

"There we are," He murmurs, pressing another kiss. "Absolutely perfect."

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil wraps his arms lazily around Elias, sighing against his shoulder as pleasure mounts again. Within a minute or two, Neil's breath hitches, his fingers curl tightly, and he lets out a shaky moan as he finishes, adding to the mess on Elias' chest. "Fuck, Eli---!"

[arcanegrasp]

Elias lets out a shuddering breath, continuing to stroke Neil through it, until he finally slows to a stop, pressing his forehead softly to Neil's chest. Unable to help himself, he lets out a breathless laugh.

"That was--- fantastic."

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil exhales a laugh as well, kissing the side of Elias' head as he slowly comes back to himself. "It was," he agrees. "Thank you for, ah. Having me." The turn of phrase is obviously cheeky, by his tone.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias laughs again, louder this time, soaking up the affections as he gets them, and gladly teasing him right back, falling into it as easily as they'd ever had. "Of course, you've been nothing short of a splendid guest."

[itsjustabaddream]

"What can I say? I like to bring gifts for my host," Neil jokes.

[arcanegrasp]

"Hah! Scoundrel." Elias grins.

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil lets out another breathy laugh, sitting up a bit. "Mmm, you know me. We should get cleaned up, though. And... maybe try again to have that tea?"

[arcanegrasp]

"Certainly. If I could trouble you to put the kettle back on, I may, ah. Need a brief shower."

[itsjustabaddream]

"Gladly. I probably just need a quick once-over with a wet rag, myself," Neil agrees, scooting away to let Elias up.

End of NSFW!

[arcanegrasp]

"I've got several in the bathroom, right this way," Elias waves Neil along, taking his house-robe from the back of the chairs and snagging his glasses on the way, before heading down the steel stairs once more.

Once Neil had been given his own rag, Elias showers as quickly as he's able, keen to get back out into the shared space. It feels a bit pathetic, all things considered, but there's an old normalcy that's so easy to settle into, and he wants to reap as much of it as he possibly can. He joins Neil in the kitchenette, offering him a softer smile this time.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting. How's tea coming along?"

Old man yaoi is OVER. Time for a thin facade of domestic bliss

[itsjustabaddream]

"Nearly done," Neil says as he's pouring. He borrowed Elias' house robe the moment it was off, making off with it, and has made himself at home in the kitchenette. He doesn't need to ask how Elias takes his tea, doing it from memory. Neil seems in good spirits.

[arcanegrasp]

The sight makes his heart twist in his chest, and he pats Neil's shoulder, soft and affectionate. "Well, since my robe is a bit occupied, I'll need just a moment to get dressed. Behave yourself!"

[itsjustabaddream]

"When do I not?" He tips his head backwards to smile at Elias. "See you shortly."

[arcanegrasp]

Elias sees himself back upstairs, even as reluctant as he is to depart. He returns only a few short minutes later, having pulled on the bare minimum of his preferred clothing - he's even left his old, weathered coat in his haste.

"Alright, now, barring incident, you should have my full, undivided attention," Elias jokes, gladly rejoining him. "And, ah. Sorry again for all the books, I know working around them isn't exactly easy without sending a stack or two to the floor. I'm in the middle of a project!"

[itsjustabaddream]

"Oh, pff." Neil waves it off, setting the teacups on the table. "It's nothing I'm not used to. You know I'm not all that organized, and Jon was the same way when he was in the middle of things..."

[arcanegrasp]

"I don't think I've ever met an academic sort that was both productive and organized. I think it's not possible, honestly," Elias half-jokes, brushing easily past the mention of Jon as he joins Neil at the table.

[itsjustabaddream]

"It's true," Neil says, chuckling. "I try to keep it a little tidier, but projects can get the better of me." He takes a slow sip of tea, then lets out a contented sigh. "...This is nice. I think I needed this."