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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 20:13:48 GMT
Caspian felt a flood of relief as he stepped out of the room, side by side with Roman. The make shift cell had been weighing down upon him, and he could finally breathe. He had no intentions of running, or even changing his mind. Rather, he followed Roman willingly through the halls of the castle, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with interest.
As they stepped into Roman's living quarters and the door closed behind them, his curiosity only further bloomed. He scanned the sterile bedroom and came to the conclusion that it was the stark opposite of his home. In fact, if it weren't for the faint scent of Roman that lingered in the room, he would have thought that no one lived there at all.
Caspian glanced at Roman to find the man staring at him expectantly, eyes pooling with a range of emotions. He might not have shown it, but Caspian was just as nervous, just as unsure of what to do next. Instead of making a move toward him, he paced further into the room, approaching the windows on the far wall. He peered out into the darkness, just barely able to make out the castle grounds below in the dim moonlight. He longed to be outside, and hoped that he would be given the opportunity soon enough.
When he turned back around, his eyes grazed over the bed, paused on Roman, and then landed on the couch. He approached it and sat down slowly, leaving an obvious space open for Roman if he so wanted to take it, "Are you feeling better?" he asked, referring to his drunken state. He didn't feel good about doing anything at all until Roman was sobering up. The last thing he wanted was for him to wake up filled with regret.
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Post by starrea on Feb 7, 2020 20:40:11 GMT
Roman watched Caspian carefully, letting him explore the room. Even though he was just a few feet away, Roman felt a void where Caspian had been. He watched Caspian choose the couch and after he seated himself, Roman followed in suit. He sat down next to Caspian, letting their legs brush up against one another. He tried to appear casual as he looked around the room but he hid it poorly.
Roman sensed that something had shifted between them. Whatever they had had between them in Caspian’s makeshift cell wasn’t there and he didn’t know why. He sensed Caspian’s sudden hesitation and he didn’t know why. If Caspian didn’t push him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to go through with it. He needed his push.
“I’m okay,” Roman answered softly, even though that wasn’t true. Everything was starting to really blur together and he couldn’t even begin to sort out his feelings, but this was the only thing that felt right. And with how shitty everything else was going in his life, he needed something right.
Bravely, Roman placed his hand on Caspian’s leg. He didn’t know how to get back what they had before, but he was going to try. “I want you to figure me out,” This time he asked, his voice wasn’t commanding at all. It was soft and he looked at Caspian with pleading eyes. He knew he was going to regret this in the morning - he was already going to regret what had already happened - but he didn’t care right now.
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Post by Val on Feb 7, 2020 22:04:31 GMT
And there it was again; Roman's mysterious request. Except this time, Caspian knew what he meant. He gazed down at Roman's deliberately placed hand and could feel desire pool within him, masking his doubts about his companion's state of mind. He slowly met Roman's eyes, taking in the pleading look and knowing there was no going back.
Despite what Roman might've thought of him, Caspian was hardly what one would call experienced. Monroe had opened his eyes to this part of himself, but they had only gone so far. And he had definitely not taken the lead. Even so, he was compelled to action by the need that was steadily growing between them and becoming hard to ignore.
Feeding off of the energy that lingered from their explosive encounter in the previous room, he shifted his body toward Roman. His skin felt hot to the touch, breathing becoming shallow as he reached out and gripped the front of Roman's shirt, pulling him closer. Their breaths mingled for a brief second before he closed the distance between them and kissed him, this time feeling a swell of anticipation at the idea of getting to truly explore Roman- to figure him out.
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Post by starrea on Feb 8, 2020 1:34:29 GMT
His words seemed to do the trick because the hesitation slowly faded from Caspian’s face. Roman was utterly entranced by Caspian; by his ability to create something in Roman he didn’t know he was capable of, by his display of understanding and sympathy even when it wasn’t deserved, and by his peacefulness. He was the exact opposite of Roman and he was finding it not as unattractive as he had originally thought.
Caspian moved in slowly and deliberately, leaving Roman hanging off of every breath. Time seemed to stand still in the seconds before they kissed, his eyes locked with Caspian’s. And then their lips met. Before, it had been an explosion of passion, but this kiss was softer. Roman’s eyes fluttered closed and he tried to copy what Caspian did, leaning into the kiss and losing himself in the feeling.
Without thinking about it, Roman raised his hand from Caspian’s leg to his shoulder and closed any remaining space between them. He was following Caspian’s lead but definitely trying to show that he wanted more. He was drunk and starving for whatever Caspian had awoken inside of him and he wanted more.
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Post by Val on Feb 8, 2020 3:13:25 GMT
All at once, Caspian allowed himself to feel all the things he'd been denying since he'd met Roman. He'd been attracted to him since the first glance, but never in a million years had he expected their strange relationship to go down this path. He'd been held captive, after all. It would have been detrimental to him to admit to any feelings of attraction. But now, everything had changed.
He deepened the kiss, urging Roman to act on instinct and let go of whatever was holding him back. He wanted that domineering, all consuming side of Roman to come out again. He had seen the absolute pleasure in his eyes, and he wanted to give that to him again, but even better. They were definitely opposites, and while Roman was attracted to his calm, Caspian was attracted to the storm that was Roman.
His hands smoothed their way down Roman's chest, over his abdomen, and settled at the hem of his shirt. He gripped the fabric and tugged upward, parting from the kiss so that he could effectively pull the shirt up and off of Roman. His eyes drank in the sight of his bare upper body before he leaned back in, this time his lips making a detour to pause at Roman's ear, "Figure me out," he repeated the words, tempting Roman to make the next move.
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Post by starrea on Feb 8, 2020 3:27:01 GMT
The kiss had started out slow and soft but the more both men realized how much they wanted this, the more frenzied and passionate the kiss became. Roman was steadily growing confident, slowly but surely becoming more dominant and less passive in their kiss. His eyes snapped open when Caspian pulled away, concerned that he had done something wrong until he felt his shirt being lifted away. A smug smirk replaced his concern and he lifted his arms, tossing the shirt to the floor.
The comment was all Roman needed. He never backed down from a challenge and now that Caspian has opened the door for him, he was ready to explore. Roman leaned forward and crashed his lips against Caspian’s, his tongue forcing his way into his partner’s mouth. He pressed his bare chest up against Caspian, giving him a rough shove so he was leaning back and Roman was able to loom over him. His hands snaked their way up his shirt, tracing over his chest. He tugged at it, wanting it off but he couldn’t break their kiss. It was too addicting, too intoxicating, and he was getting drunk off of Caspian.
Before, he had let Caspian initiate everything but now there was no denying how Roman felt. The alcohol had definitely all but erased his impulse control and even when he sobered up, he doubted he would be able to lie to himself after this. Caspian was turning out to be the kind of thing that he wasn’t going to back from and whether that was a good thing or bad thing was yet to be determined.
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Post by Val on Feb 8, 2020 20:51:51 GMT
Caspian fell back onto the cushions of the couch, feeling satisfaction as Roman took on his challenge without hesitation. Once again, he found himself letting all thoughts subside as he was consumed by the feeling of Roman's hard body bearing down on him. As their tongues met and the faint taste of wine finally faded away, he explored the taste that was Roman, committing it to memory. His hands were on their own path, traversing over ridges of Roman's back. He could feel Roman yank at his shirt and he half hoped the man would just rip it to shreds so he could feel their skin touch without so much as parting lips for a second.
If he had any inclination that Roman would revoke and deny all of this by morning, it was gone now. There was no avoiding their chemistry, drunk or sober. He couldn't imagine either of them having regrets, not when it felt so right in that moment. He arched upward, pressing his hips earnestly against Roman's to goad him into further action.
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Post by starrea on Feb 8, 2020 22:52:28 GMT
Roman was losing himself in Caspian. His tongue slipped into Caspian’s mouth and he deepened the kiss, no longer shy. All rational thinking, or any kind of thinking for that matter, had ceased. Everything he was doing was purely instinct and the longer the kiss drew out, the more passionate and dominating Roman became. When he was kissing Caspian, there was no pressure, no insecurities, no problems to fix, no bullshit. There was no past or future or right or wrong. There was only Caspian.
Roman’s hands bunched up Caspian’s shirt and he broke the kiss for a microsecond to rip it off of him. He barely gave time for Caspian roger a breath before he crashed their lips together again, hands running down his bare chest. He pulled the man closer to him and let their bodies meld together, the heat only adding to his insatiable need for more.
The kiss got rougher and Roman bit down playfully on the other man’s lip. Feeling him submit beneath him only made him more urgent, more dominating. He pushed Caspian again, this time so he was laying down on the couch and Roman on top of him. He caged him in with his hands, one on either side of his face, and finally broke the kiss. Even though he had broken the kiss, he didn’t pull away, leaving their lips just a breath apart. “I think it’s going to take awhile to figure you out...” He drawled, his voice low and husky.
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Post by Val on Feb 9, 2020 3:02:14 GMT
Caspian's eyes flickered open to find Roman just inches away, so close he could see flecks of color in his dark eyes. He tried to reconnect their lips, but found that Roman's hands had captured and held him in place. He relented as Roman spoke, relaxing his body and feeling virtually weightless sandwiched between the couch and Roman's body. He could barely breathe with Roman's delicious weight bearing down on him, but he clearly had no objections to that.
A satisfied grin spread its way across Caspian's lips, revealing just how absolutely smitten he was with the way things were playing out, "No rush," he whispered breathlessly. As far as he was concerned, Roman had absolutely figured him out- at least this carnal part of him. But he wouldn't let him know that just yet.
Freeing one of his arms, he snaked a hand through the almost none existent space between them until his fingers hit Roman's waist. He gripped the front of his belt at gave it a tug, maintaining eye contact as he gauged Roman's reaction to the move. "We've got all the time in the world," he murmured, leaving it up to Roman to decide what happened next, not that he was in much of a position to be calling the shots anyway.
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Post by starrea on Feb 9, 2020 15:50:01 GMT
Roman basked in seeing how much Caspian wanted him. The pleasure solidified into a physical sensation, his skin tingling where ever it met with Caspian’s. Even though this was uncharted territory, Roman was beyond being shy and embarrassed. Caspian was almost drooling for him and seeing that was driving Roman insane. But he was in control and denying Caspian was almost as hot as giving it to him.
Caspian’s ginger left a trail of fire behind them as they trailed down Roman’s back and ended at his waist. He couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure beneath them. He hadn’t realized how such a simple touch could ignite such a powerful reaction in him. He locked his eyes with Caspian as he pondered the unspoken question. When Caspian had first kissed him, the desire had been there but so had the embarrassment and the insecurity. Now as Caspian’s hand tugged on his pants, there was only desire.
“What are you waiting for? If you want them off, take them off.” He commanded huskily, leaning forward to brush his lips against Caspian’s but pulling away before he would lose himself in a kiss. The anticipation was just as thrilling, and he couldn’t get enough of watching Caspian want him.
Roman suddenly reared back, sitting up and moving off of Caspian. They did have all the time in the world and he wanted to take his time exploring Caspian. He stood next to the couch, looking down at him lustfully. “Take your pants off too. Slowly. And don’t look away from me.” Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that this was a bad idea. But as far as Roman was concerned, he had already crossed the point of no return and he was willing to take it all the way if Caspian let him.
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Post by Val on Feb 10, 2020 4:44:46 GMT
Caspian remained still on the couch for several moments, as if his body was trying to catch up with the new intensity that Roman had brought to the situation. Gone was his smug grin, replaced by a look of focused entrancement. Suddenly nothing mattered more than pleasing Roman and being able to witness the satisfaction in the other man's eyes.
He slowly sat up and rose from the couch, keeping a few feet of space between himself and Roman despite the urge he felt to reconnect their bodies. His hands drifted obediently to his waist, fumbling at his belt. Damn, he was nervous. He felt as though Roman was staring into his soul and he couldn't break their eye contact even if he wanted to. It was hard to believe that Roman had denied this sensual part of himself for so long. Now Caspian was the one wondering if he'd bitten off more than he could chew.
Finally, he unbuckled the belt and hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and inched them down until they dropped to his ankles. He stepped forward, feeling exposed in every sense of the word as he attempted to maintain eye contact with Roman in his state of vulnerability. He closed the distance between them and finally dropped his gaze, his breathing shallow as he reached out to trace his fingers down Roman's abdomen.
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Post by starrea on Feb 10, 2020 23:18:55 GMT
Roman just watched Caspian as if he were truly seeing him for the first time. Two trademark qualities of Roman were his attention to detail and his observation skills and he put both of them to work as he tried to commit this image of Caspian to memory. Once his pants were down, Roman let his eyes slowly take down his body, taking in every curve and every freckle. He had never seen another man so intimately before and his eyes lingered at his waistline, studying Caspian’s figure as if he were a true work of art.
Now that Roman had seen Caspian, he wanted to touch him. His hands moved forward, one hand on each side of his waist but he didn’t pull their bodies together. He used the space between them to idly run his fingers over Caspian’s skin, his hands dropping lower every couple of seconds. Roman’s eyes kept flicking between his hands and Caspian’s face, as if not sure what he was more interested in - Caspian’s reaction or the sight of another man completely naked. His hands finally found their way to Caspian’s cock and they gently brushed their way along his length and rubbed the tip before falling back to Roman’s side.
They were nearing the territory in which even drunk, brave Roman didn’t know what to do. But for now, he pushed Caspian back onto the couch, pushing his legs apart so he stood in between them. “Now, take off my pants.” He commanded, his voice low. He ran both of his hands through Caspian’s hair, idly playing with it while he waited for his partner to remove the last thing that was separating them. They were nearing territory in which even drunk, brave Roman didn’t know what to do. But he did know he wanted Caspian in whatever way he was willing to give himself.
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Post by Val on Feb 11, 2020 14:48:07 GMT
Caspian shivered when Roman finally touched him. It was brief tease, but left him even more aroused and desperate for more. He almost felt too distracted to focus on the task at hand, but as Roman pushed him back onto the couch and redirected his attention, he found himself face to face with an even more delectable prospect.
He sunk back into the couch for a moment, committing the sight of Roman looming over him to memory. Then, he sat up and hooked his ankles around the back of Roman's legs, effectively pulling him closer and holding him in place. His hands smoothed up Roman's thighs and lingered to feel him over the fabric of his pants. He continued to his belt where he undid it more confidently this time before curling his fingers into the waist of Roman's pants and pulling them down in one swift movement. There was a heavy pause as he took in the sight of Roman, starting at his newly exposed manhood and traveling up to meet his intense gaze.
Unconsciously, his tongue drew between his lips, practically emanating lust at this point. He took Roman into one hand and firmed his grip as he reveled in the fact that he was the first person to have the opportunity to touch him so intimately. "Have you ever..." he trailed off and lowered his gaze, deciding to leave the idea of Roman pleasuring himself up to his imagination. With Roman's hands tugging temptingly at his hair, he suddenly had no hesitation about what he wanted to do next. He took Roman into his mouth and gazed up at him, finding his eyes so that he could revel in the man's reaction.
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Post by starrea on Feb 11, 2020 15:53:15 GMT
Roman could swear that the air in the room was almost cracking with electricity. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of Caspian’s fingers drag up his covered thighs. His entire body was aching for a need that he hadn’t even known he possessed. When he felt Caspian start to mess around with his belt, he looked back down at him. He wanted to see Caspian when he first saw Roman.
Roman was not disappointed. The man was practically oozing lust for him and watching him only made him harder. He shuffled around and kicked his pants off completely, careful not to disturb Caspian’s legs hooked around him. Even though the space between them was killing him, he didn’t immediately move. He just stared down at Caspian, who was staring at him, and admired the sight. It was that moment that Roman decided that he wasn’t going to share Caspian.
Roman’s thoughts were interrupted by a wave of pleasure as Caspian took him into his mouth. Roman hadn’t thought about where to go or what to do next and being as inexperienced as he was, Caspian’s actions were a complete - but not unwelcome - shock. His fists clenched Caspian’s hair as his hips rocked forward, waves of pleasure he had never even imagined washing over him. He couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that came out and he sharply tugged on Caspian’s hair, wanting more.
“Fuck, Caspian...” He moaned he moaned the other man’s name, realizing that this was the first time he was actually saying it, “I want more. Keep going.” For Roman, that was as close as it came to begging. He had enjoyed watching Caspian practically shake with need just seconds earlier, but Caspian turned the tables and with just one touch, Roman was already unraveling.
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Post by Val on Feb 12, 2020 23:54:56 GMT
The sound of his name falling from Roman's lips left Caspian with a rush of emotion. It dawned on him that it was the first time he'd uttered it and that thought only led to a million more. He realized that anxiety had begun to brew beneath the all of the desire. Anxiety because he didn't know what all of this meant between them. He didn't know how Roman would treat him come morning. Their trust was only surface level, and Caspian feared that he'd already caught feelings and there was no going back. In a matter of a few days, this man had managed to turn his quiet life upside down.
For the first time, he closed his eyes to break eye contact with Roman, continuing to pleasure him as the power shifted back in his favor. His fingers gripped at the back of Roman's legs and he broke away just briefly to wrestle Roman down onto the couch, effectively swapping their positions. He landed on his knees between Roman's feet and took him back into his mouth, gazing up at Roman with a different kind of intensity in his eyes. He wanted to make sure Roman never forgot this moment. He sure as hell wasn't going to.
Sensing the other man was close to release, he pulled his mouth away and stroked him with one hand while the other traveled downward to touch himself, "Say it again," he pressed breathlessly. He wanted to witness his name on Roman's lips when he came undone.
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