isleofavalon | Late June Catch-All

"Darling! Look, come see!" Felih calls in delight from his room, which he's recently turned into some sort of plant nursery. Felih's room has always been an interesting assortment of various items of his trades and trinkets that he keeps as mementos, but ever since discovering his new magic, he's added a plethora of plants to the mix.

Not that it's a bad thing. The sheer number of plants makes the air feel fresher, and the faint floral fragrances are pleasant.

But what Felih hopes is happening right now is that the room is free completely of pollen. He thinks he's got it, but there's only one real way to test it...

"I've crossbred a few new varieties of flowers and also meddled a bit with more common naturally occurring ones, but I think I've got it figured out!"

A few heavy steps sound outside before Emet-Selch pokes his head around the door frame. Felih's room has indeed always been full to bursting with extravagant and colourful items, but there is something both feral and soothing about the plants contained within.

His nose had been itching something fierce ever since Felih started experimenting. It still twitches slightly now, but he doesn't feel an urge to sneeze or grab a box of tissues.

"Have you now? That was fast." He steps into the room, looking about at all the unusual flowers. It reminds him somewhat of the arboretum. Or Halmarut's Word...

Felih is bright-eyed and eager, tugging Emet further into the room properly and over to a cluster of flowering plants over on one side of the room, a brightly-colored array of blossom amid their leaves.

"I think I've managed to stop them from releasing any pollen," he chirps, cuddling at his side. "Not to mention, I managed to get some lovely-looking flowers out of them! Their shape and colors... they're all unlike the flora I've seen in my own realm. These bluebells, for example, look plenty normal until you turn out the lights..."

He suddenly darts off to do just that, and in the darkness, the flowers glow with an ethereal blue light. "Look at them!" He's purring like a magitek engine, his fluffy tail aquiver behind him.

Like the flowers of Yx'maja...

He puts an arm around Felih, glad that the darkness hides his smile. "They're lovely," he says softly. "Well done."

He kisses the top of Felih's head and gently runs a hand over his ears. "How long did this take you?"

Felih feels his heart swell with joy at Hades' praise, and he melts at the kiss and stroke he gets soon after. Purring noisily, he cuddles close and leans into his embrace, eyes still fixed on the glowing flowers.

"Thank you! Ah, the pollination bit actually was far faster than the crossbreeding, but that's because even with my magic, the various plants still took time to grow from seedlings," he hums. "Stopping pollination was simply freezing an existing process, but breeding takes time. I tried to rush some of it, but it seems their growth is limited by the number of nutrients available in the soil, so these little pots couldn't sustain rapid growth... though, I wonder, if I make a custom soil blend and enrich it properly, perhaps I could...?"

His tail is wiggling behind him in delight, the mage just thrilled to finally do some magical experimentation again. It feels like it's been an age.

Felih and Halmarut would have had much to talk about, he thinks wryly. He wonders if Felih, in ancient times, collaborated much with them. The Azem he remembers preferred Lahabrea.

"I know very little about flora, but I suspect rapid growth drains the soil of nutrients proportionally. You may need to factor in such considerations for next time."

Such is the only advice he can give. He takes a few steps forward with Felih clinging to him and bends slightly to examine the glowing flowers. It really is easier to appreciate these when you aren't sneezing uncontrollably.

"'Tis unfortunate we have no garden for you to experiment in."

Back on the Source, Felih's studies easily lined up with those of Lahabrea. In Duplicity, his studies went to those of Mitron, researching the aetherially created fish, the progeny versus the constructed parents. And now, it seems, Felih was taking his turn going through Halmarut's area of expertise.

Felih is nothing if not insatiable curious and full of wanderlust. He always wants to go new places and learn new things, and being here im Avalon is no different.

"Oh... if only. I would adore creating a glowing garden," he murmurs, tail aquiver. "I could arrange a myriad of flowers in all colors and shapes to create a nocturnal spectacle," he sighs wistfully, fingers gently brushing along some of the hanging bellflowers. "It would be so lovely..."

"...Well," he says after a moment, "there is ample space outside the city. I doubt anyone would object to you staking some ground with which to begin a garden. Are you still-- that is to say, are you..."

He hesitates and the silent gap grows awkward. How does one diplomatically ask if someone continues to perform sex work?

Felih smiles softly at the idea. "That's true... Still, with how strange this realm is, and the fae even stranger, I fear I may tread upon territory that isn't mine to mess with," he muses, before he tilts his head up curiously at his mate.

This is interesting. It's not often he hears Hades fumbling like this.

"Darling? What is it?"

He closes his eyes and sighs. Best just to say it. He has never been a diplomatic person.

"Do you still work as an escort? Mayhap you could find side work as a gardener."

Felih blinks for a moment, before his expression softens in the faint glow from the flowers. "No... not usually, no," he murmurs. "Only if I'm feeling a bit needy, these days. I have more stable ways of making money, now. Work as a gardener or botanist does sound fun," he muses. "Right now I'm working at the clinic whenever I'm not making products for our own shop."

He bunts against Hades' chest affectionately. "It feels good to use my healing more regularly again."

He visibly relaxes. "I'm glad," he says sincerely. It's not that he disapproves of the line of work - Felih seems to enjoy it after all - but he does worry. "As long as you are satisfied, it is enough."

Draping an arm around the shorter man's shoulders, he adds with a touch of humour, "Although I am surprised that between myself and your other lovers, we have managed to satisfy you at all."

Felih smiles softly at that, noting how Hades relaxes. He purrs and nuzzles against the man's chest, relaxing when an arm wraps around his shoulders. "To be honest, I'm not very fond of that kind of work, but... being in a strange new realm with few initial job prospects made me set that discomfort aside. But I've settled in now. I've the shop with you, and the clinic- and any number of odd jobs now that I've started to network and branch out."

"And darling, you know full well how energetic I am. I do intend to wear every last one of you out," he teases, reaching up to drape his arms over Hades' shoulders and tug him down into a kiss in the flower-lit darkness.

He bends down at Felih's urging, kissing the other man softly. Here in the dark, with only the gentle glow of the bluebells by the wall, it's almost like they're back in their shared apartment in Duplicity again.

His arm slips around Felih's waist and draws them close. "Hythlodaeus won't be back for a few hours," he murmurs against their lips. "Mayhap I could help you expend some of that energy."

Felih purrs softly into the kiss, shutting his eyes and relaxing, his long tail coming around to loosely curl around Hades' legs as he embraces him.

"Mm, is that so...?" he murmurs when told of Hythlodaeus' absence. "Then, I'd be happy to take you up on that offer, my dearest... as if I would ever turn down the chance." His fingers comb through Hades' hair, as he keeps purring against his lover's lips.

"Mm..." He continues to kiss his mate softly, moulding his lips to theirs as he speaks in a low, sultry voice. "Though these flowers are beautiful, 'tis you who holds my attention, Felih."

Parting from the kiss, he brushes his fingers over Felih's hair and gazes steadily upon the other man's face in the dim light. "Well? Are you not going to invite me to bed?" he asks coyly.

"Such a sweet talker. Have you always had this silver tongue, I wonder?" Felih feels his cheeks go warm at Hades' flirting, nipping playfully at his lower lip before shivering at the gentle touch through his hair. He's so easy to get melting like this, with suave kisses and sultry words, and his tail quivers behind him as he purrs and steals another quick kiss.

"And here I thought you were the one inviting," he teases, before tugging at his hands, walking them backwards to the bed nearby, before playfully bowling his mate over onto the sheets, crawling atop him, sitting atop his hips.

He lands in the bed with a soft gasp, Felih's warm weight settling atop him. Stroking up his lover's flank, he lets his hands rest somewhere idly around Felih's waist.

"I learnt how to woo others by watching romances play out upon the stage," he says quietly. "Women seemed to like it. I had no reason to seduce other men...until recently."

Felih purrs, shivering a little at the gentle strokes along his flank and leaning down to give his mate another long, deep kiss.

"Oh? Not even for fun?" he chirped, curiously nosing along Hades' neck before trailing kisses over the skin, gently sucking and nipping light marks onto it as he slowly, lazily grinds his hips down over his mate's.

"You never did tell me too much about any previous lovers of yours..."

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, glad for the darkness which obscures the finer details of his expression.

"Who wants to hear those sad, disappointing stories? Not I. Nothing about them is worth sharing."

And he doesn't want to think of the pain they bring him. Not here, whilst he's trying to prove to Felih that he still cares; that he isn't doing this because he's lonely (even though he is so very, very lonely).

Felih purrs softly, and keeps grinding down at his hips. "That disappointing...? Mm, I hope I do better, then," he laughs, leaning down to kiss him again, deep and languid and simmering with heat, already feeling his body reacting to the friction he's teasing himself with.

"After all, we both know how easily you become bored," he chirps next, before starting to tug at Hades' clothing and his own, all too happy to strip of the fabric keeping their skin apart.

"Indeed..." He shifts as much as he's able to help Felih remove his shirt. The gentle grind arouses the beginnings of lust in him, a budding warmth that he clings to and tries to fan by recalling the many, many times he has had Felih in recent months. Stars above, he misses their tight warmth. A pity that spice from Duplicity hadn't followed them here.

He rolls his hips in tandem, letting out a breathy hum, before reaching up to help Felih discard their own clothing. "I always wondered: why do you seem to take far greater pleasure in receiving another man? Surely, being as virile as you are, you would wish to breed rather than be bred...?"

Felih laughs softly, purring as his tail wiggles behind him. He's happy to shed his own clothing, and eagerly tugs away at Hades', before he responds.

"Habit, I suppose. It's because I'm so virile, darling, that I can't often indulge with women..." he chirps. "Can't risk leaving stray kits wherever I go. Though, these strange worlds we go to seem to make that a nonissue, so I've been able to have a bit more fun..." he hums, before leaning down to kiss him again, deeper than before. When they part, he shifts to divest himself of smallclothes, aching cock already dripping with pre, and he slowly grinds down along his mate's abdomen before tugging down Emet's own underwear.

"As for why I prefer receiving with men... well," he murmurs, "It's easier to not have to think that way. Constantly having the fate of the world and countless lives on your shoulders is... exhausting. And it's so very easy not to think when someone's fucking you senseless, hm? That sweet spot inside is very good at making one's mind go blank."

Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat, he lifts his hips to assist Felih in divesting him of the rest of his undergarments. The sudden coolness elicits a brief shiver, but the other's touch is there to warm him again.

"Yes... I think I understand." The few times he had been on the receiving end of sexual pleasure, the momentary bliss had allowed him respite from his darker thoughts. It all came crashing back down on him mere moments later of course, but if he were a man of lesser resolve...

Reaching down, he touches his fingers idly to Felih's cock and runs them over the stiff length. "Will you be riding me today then, my dear?"

Felih smiles softly, humming a little, before Hades' touch at his Miqo'te cock makes him shudder and moan, dripping pre onto his mate's abdomen.

"Aaah... nn, yes, if you'll allow me," he purrs, mischief in his eyes, leaning over to grab a bottle from his bedside table before he opens it up, pouring lube onto his fingers. "You get to rest and relax, and I get to have my fun." His tail wiggled playfully behind him, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the flowers around them. "We both win."

Looking wryly amused by this, he settles back more comfortably and continues to gently tease his fingertips over the swollen, seeping arousal resting on his stomach. A part of him still wishes it were Azem he were bedding. It's a desire that will never fully go away. But it is a desire he knows better than to voice by now for the sake of Felih's insecurities.

"I've missed you," he murmurs instead. The leisurely stroke of his fingers does not abate. "Let me breed you, Felih."

Felih shivers again at the tease to his cock, whining softly, dripping more slick pre onto his mate's fingers.

"Nn, I'll be right here," he purrs, breathing softly, cock still twitching with every stroke of his lover's fingers. "Want you. You hardly need to ask to breed me, my love... Missed having you in me."

His cheeks are dark, not that Hades can likely tell in the dim flower-lit room, but Felih's slicked fingers reach down between his legs as he starts to prepare himself, shuddering as his fingers push inside. His toned thighs squeeze at Hades' hips, the muscle quivering as he rocks down onto his own fingers, trying to stretch and thoroughly lube himself up for his mate's cock. His other hand, also slicked with lubricant, reaches down to wrap around Hades' shaft instead. Like this, he strokes along his length from base to tip, coating him, in time with the thrusts of his fingers into his own body.

"You always stretch and fill me so well, darling..." he moans faintly, his tail arced and helping him balance.

A soft groan filters through parted lips. Unconsciously, he begins to match the rhythm Felih establishes in his own strokes, alternating light, feathery touches with a firmer hand.

"And you know how to rouse me quickly, dear Felih," he breathes out. "How fortunate am I to be loved by the three of you..."

With his unoccupied hand, he reaches up and gently touches Felih's cheek. "You are beautiful," he says softly.

The way Hades works his cock, alternating light touch with firmer strokes, has him guessing and unprepared for every touch, never knowing what to expect. It makes his hips jerk and stutter into his lover's hand, aching for more stimulation, the sensitive shaft hot to the touch as his mate teases him.

Still, the gentle touch to his cheek is what makes him go momentarily still, allowing his eyes to slide shut as he leans and nuzzles into Hades' palm. "My dearest," he murmurs against the skin. "You bring me such joy, when you look at me like that." It made his heart do flips and flutter, an ancient love stirring in his chest with every new day together.

He uses the moment of stillness to guide his mate's tip to his entrance, before sinking down to take in just a few inches, taking his time to find the angle and position he wants. "If- ah- I can bring you even momentary bliss... 'tis worth it."

'Momentary bliss', he calls it. Hades feels a small stab of guilt even as a flush of heat races through him. He wishes he could give himself fully to them. He wishes his memories of the past didn't constantly impede the now. He wants to remember what it's like to fall in love for the first time.

Letting the tips of his fingers flutter over Felih's turgid cock, he makes himself smile. "I am at your mercy, my dear."

Felih purrs and takes a deep breath, shivering as he sinks down further, moving in a steady slide until he's taken his mate in to the very base. His cock twitches at the teasing touches from his mate's fingers. When Felih looks down and sees Hades' smile in the faint glow from the flowers, his heart flutters and he feels a wave of affection well up in his chest, making him briefly reach out to stroke along Hades' cheeks with the backs of his fingers.

"An opportunity I will relish," he purrs, before he starts to move. His hips move with the steady rhythm of one well-practiced, his thighs squeezing tight against either side of his lover's hips, the muscles of his core tensing and shifting under his skin as he pumps himself up and down along Hades' cock. He finds the angle he wants quickly, and keeps it, speeding up just as quickly, until he's bouncing at an even, moderate pace.

Each thrust down lets him drive his mate's shaft right against and over his prostate, making him sigh and moan blissfully, eyes fluttering shut as he rides, his own cock and balls bobbing and bouncing in time with his bucks. It's just what he needed, making him clench around his lover, all while his own swollen shaft drips with slick pre. "Gods, you always fill me so well..."

With very little room to manoeuvre, he's left to lie back and quite literally think of Amaurot. All those peaceful, unobtrusive nights where he had lain in bed and dreamt of inappropriate deeds done by moonlight. Mayhap not nearly so frequently as during his stint in Duplicity, but...he's not entirely lacking in desire.

A quiet moan escapes through parted lips as Felih builds into a steady rhythm. He helps secure his mate's legs, holding his breath as the heat coils and tightens with near unbearable pleasure.

"Felih... Ahh, Felih," he gasps quietly. "Ah...!" His cock swells to fill the tight passage, drawing delightful friction as Felih's muscles contract and work his length with each rut. Hades' eyes squeeze shut and he bites his lip, taking short, sharp breaths whenever he's forced to. More... More...!

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Felih shivers as he feels his mate's shaft thickening, filling him and giving him a blissful stretch, making it so that there's pressure all over his inner walls. He whimpers and moans, his own cock twitching and dripping with precum as he keeps rocking his hips, speeding up his rhythm more once Hades grips his legs and steadies hip.

He pants with the exertion as he bounces on his lover's lap, his own cock bobbing with the movements, and he tightens and squeezes around his mate in an attempt to give him more pleasure. "Gods- yes, like that- filling me up so well-!" A slight shift in angle lets him strike right at his prostate with each slam of his hips down, making him cry out and gasp with each movement. "So good to me, dearest, you're so good to me- aah- j-just let me ride you-" he whines, as if his mate would ever deny him the pleasure he's chasing.

Watching Felih's graceful body arch above him in the semi-darkness, feeling the tight grip of his cock as they drive themselves down in fervent abandon: he responds hungrily by digging his fingers into his mate's dark skin and lifting his hips in small rocking motions to drive himself deeper, harder into Felih.

Breed with him, make him mine, only mine--

The orgasm claws its way out of him, blood thundering through his ears and rippling through his body like a wave crashing to the shore. He arches with a gasp and pants into the humid air, relishing the trickle of his seed that flows back down to the point where their bodies meet.

"Felih..." he moans. "My dear..."

Feverish memories of an unrelenting heat flash by. He gazes upwards through half-lidded eyes, watching his mate come undone.

Okay. Cor can admit that he might have fucked up his back a bit on that last delivery run. In his defense, it was a rushed job and the manager was having a bad day and not giving the Outworlder the support he really needed to get the delivery done right. But nothing was broken, the client was happy, and at least Cor isn't hurt enough to be laid up in the hospital for a while.

He is, however, badgered to go find a doctor or related healer, nonetheless. Hence, why his damn familiar's bullying him towards a location he is unfamiliar with. Giving Sylvia an odd look, he knocks on the door, trying not to wince as his back begins to flare up again.

When the door opens up, Cor will find himself with a very familiar Miqo'te, the slender dancer looking up at the man with wide eyes.

"Oh! Cor! Welcome, come in," he chirps, bright-eyed, his tail fluffed up and quivering a little behind him. "I hadn't been expecting you today. What brings you in?" he chirps, before looking down at Sylvia and beaming.

"Oh! Sylvia's here too! Hello, darling!" he coos, immediately kneeling down to spoil the familiar with more attention.

Cor's mildly surprised that it's Felih living here, but in a good way. "Sylvia brought me here - though I wonder if she used me as an excuse to see you again..."

The couerl seems unfazed by his judging glare. She's just happy to be spoiled for a moment or two, based on how lazily her whiskers move.

Cor then clears his throat. "To be honest, I could use your help with my back. I think I pulled something during my last shift..."

Felih just beams at the coeurl, happily kneeling down to pet and stroke her lovely fur, before Cor clears his throat and gets Felih's attention.

It makes his ears perk up, and Felih stands back up. "Oh! Your back...? Don't worry! This kind of thing is incredibly common. I can fix you up nice and quick," he chirps, tail wiggling behind him before he leads the way. "Here, up onto the massage table. Shirt off and lie on your stomach! Realigning spines and strained muscles is easy compared to some other things."

Cor follows Felih inside, closing the door behind them. Sylvia goes to curl up in a corner, content to perch there and watch everything that's going on.

The older man grimaces as he awkwardly takes his shirt off, clearly in some kind of pain as he lies down on the massage table as instructed to. At least he's not being asked to strip naked for this... (Not that a small part of him would mind that, but this is clearly something professional here.) "At least it's not severe enough to need the hospital, as far as I can tell..."

He's also gone far too long without a good back massage, as the Miqo'te will soon realize...

"If you're walking, it's probably not so severe, but nonetheless painful. It's better to treat it before it develops into something worse," Felih chirps, before climbing up onto the table and straddling Cor's hips, a refreshing oil on his hands before he begins to work. It smells vaguely medicinal, and Cor will soon realize that it's helping to conduce Felih's healing magic.

He starts at Cor's neck and the base of his skull, and works his way down his spine, massaging along every bundle of nerves and pressing at the vertebrae in just the right way, healing energy in every press and push, helping Cor's body to realign itself and heal any strained flesh. He's slow, thorough, and methodical, and doesn't let an inch of Cor's back go neglected.

"Hells, you poor thing. You're just a mess of knots and strain," he murmurs. "You were doing deliveries, you said?"

The faint medicinal smell doesn't bother Cor very much. Indeed, it seems to be helping a lot, especially once the healing magic begins. A series of grunts and groans rise out of his throat as Felih slowly works down his back, the older man shifting a little whenever a particularly stubborn strain flares up for a moment. But not enough to accidentally buck his companion off of his rear.

"Yeah...been my day job when I'm not caught up with all the crazy shi--shit! Ohhhh...!" He then relaxes as a knot between his shoulder blades is finally undone. "...been also doing some small volunteer work at the new militia, too..."

Felih's ears twitch whenever Cor ends up groaning, cheeks going a bit hot at the sounds, but at least he knows he's helping the other man relax. He continues, thorough and firm, murmuring, "I know it can ache rather awfully during this, but bear with it for now."

Still, the realization of just how busy Cor has been keeping himself makes Felih laugh softly. "Ever the worker, I see," he chirps, "Just be sure not to overwork yourself. Injuries like this are not one to take lightly... repeated injuries or strains are never good news." He now starts working down from between Cor's shoulderblades, working on his mid and lower back.

Truthfully, she'd been looking to see Emet-Selch. Irhya hasn't seen Felih in long enough that it's hard to say if he's even still around, so she suspects little upon walking up to their residence.

The sight of an open window draws her curiosity, particularly the plants hanging out of it. To her knowledge, neither Hades nor Hythlodaeus are all that avid about keeping plants, though she isn't familiar enough with the latter to be positive. Peering in on tiptoe, she notices the room is full of them -- not unlike her own room, but filled with the objects of a botanist's affection instead, perhaps.

Her tail twitches, distracted by the scent and sight of flowers. Now what's all this...?

Felih walks in from the adjacent bathroom in a rather cozy-looking robe, though he pauses when he glances out the window and spies a familiar pair of eyes peeking over his windowsill and into his room. Blinking, he strides over and leans out the window, ears twitching.

"Irhya?" he chirps, tail starting to quiver behind him. "What're you standing out here for? Oh, did you see my plants? I've been experimenting!" he says with a grin. "Are you busy? Wanna come in? I can go get the door for you."

"Eh--"

Caught. She bristles, looking guilty.

"S-Sure! Sorry, I didn't know you were here, so I was curious as to what that was in the window..." Then, belatedly: "I mean, don't you want to get dressed first?"

It's Felih's turn to blink and look a bit off-guard, and then he laughs, shaking his head. "I can get dressed after I let you in. I'm not just going to leave you standing out there," he chirps, before disappearing out into the main apartment. Not long after, the front door opens up, allowing Irhya entrance into the house, his tail wiggling behind him happily.

"I've been working on green magic," he explains, "Thus all the plants. I was an avid botanist back at home, but now this new branch of magic allows me so much more ability to cultivate and manipulate the various flora. It's wonderful!" he purrs, before laughing. "And yes, I'll go get dressed. Make yourself comfortable~" he says, before vanishing back into his room.

Late June Catch-All

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Wildcard - a few days before Solstice

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wildcard if that's ok?

yup!! c:

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