[The mention of sensing fae magic hadn't escaped Cal's notice, but even that didn't feel like solid evidence to him. Sensing magic could be something else entirely... but, combined with the rest he's learning, it does feel like a much more solid theory now. That he's somehow managed to attract actual fae...
Later, he'll be wondering how Dom might feel about that, given a certain reputation fae has in some parts of their world. Not that it'd be enough to deter Cal, especially after everything so far.
Right now, however, his focus is on the continued teasing of that very vulnerable part. Being asked so gently makes it that much easier to agree to the next question.]
Yes.
[The barrier between them has started to feel like too much, so the idea only brings relief. He's not even considering the risk of being seen by others, right now - partially thanks to being between a tree and a much taller person... but something tells him it'd be fine even if someone walked up. He can't put a finger on why. Part of him wonders if that's just the power of hormones clouding the ability to think logically.]
[ Perhaps there will be time to talk later on such things, to learn more about each other before the dream ends - or the Metaverse - as Akira called it. Knowing more would help him to find his kitten that much faster, if he had a name or place to start looking.
No thoughts about parents, Cal. Though Thistle won't deny he has played a part in that reputation - the violence to people who deserve it, and stealing away those he favors.
He makes no move until the answer is given, only when Cal seems so sure that it's fine with him. The fabric is pulled down to reveal all, though he's loathed to let go entirely to remove pants and underwear entirely - as it means Cal will have to let go of him.
So it's just enough to expose his young lover to their eyes alone, though his magic will prevent anyone else from prying. With that done, his hand touches Cal in the most intimate of places, adorning it with affection. His lips move to whisper against his lover's lips. ]
[He gasps, his body jolting from just those touches. It's very different from touching himself, and intense enough to keep his mind from shifting back to that pesky insecurity. While leaning into the kiss, he closes his eyes and huffs at that word. His words carry a playful kind of bratty tone, this time.]
I'm not the one who's eireachdail...
[Both hands tangle into Thistle's hair so he can give the redhead a brief, deeper kiss. As if that'll be enough to stop any kind of protest to what he just said. As much as he believes it's the truth, he knows opinions are tricky things when it comes to what's truth and what's false. Perception is just like that... and, deep down, he knows his fairly negative views on himself are the product of the past. And so... likely very wrong.
And certainly not something to go into right now - hence leaning on playfulness for it.]
[ Even with this, he can tell that no one has even touched Cal. He doesn't know the reason for it, but it just tells him that the gift has been given to him. In anyone in any world, Cal has chosen him.
There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
[It'll be some work, but... not impossible. Cal's made considerable progress since his youth, and it shows in how he's willing to continue taking little steps towards liking himself more.
A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
[ Luckily, Thistle has a great deal of patience and support for the people he brings into his life.
He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
[And, sure enough, that's exactly what Thistle will get to see. That promise combined with the brush of fangs, and then all the teasing... It's more than enough to make it seemingly impossible to hang on any longer.
Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
[ As Cal comes undone, Thistle watches every second of it. The way his lover arches back - exposing his neck to him so temptingly, the sound that falls from his lips, the glow of eyes, the lightening of hair, and sharper teeth. Everything about it is his fierce kitten rising to the surface, unhindered by thoughts and feelings.
Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]
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Later, he'll be wondering how Dom might feel about that, given a certain reputation fae has in some parts of their world. Not that it'd be enough to deter Cal, especially after everything so far.
Right now, however, his focus is on the continued teasing of that very vulnerable part. Being asked so gently makes it that much easier to agree to the next question.]
Yes.
[The barrier between them has started to feel like too much, so the idea only brings relief. He's not even considering the risk of being seen by others, right now - partially thanks to being between a tree and a much taller person... but something tells him it'd be fine even if someone walked up. He can't put a finger on why. Part of him wonders if that's just the power of hormones clouding the ability to think logically.]
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No thoughts about parents, Cal. Though Thistle won't deny he has played a part in that reputation - the violence to people who deserve it, and stealing away those he favors.
He makes no move until the answer is given, only when Cal seems so sure that it's fine with him. The fabric is pulled down to reveal all, though he's loathed to let go entirely to remove pants and underwear entirely - as it means Cal will have to let go of him.
So it's just enough to expose his young lover to their eyes alone, though his magic will prevent anyone else from prying. With that done, his hand touches Cal in the most intimate of places, adorning it with affection. His lips move to whisper against his lover's lips. ]
Every part of you is eireachdail, kitten.
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I'm not the one who's eireachdail...
[Both hands tangle into Thistle's hair so he can give the redhead a brief, deeper kiss. As if that'll be enough to stop any kind of protest to what he just said. As much as he believes it's the truth, he knows opinions are tricky things when it comes to what's truth and what's false. Perception is just like that... and, deep down, he knows his fairly negative views on himself are the product of the past. And so... likely very wrong.
And certainly not something to go into right now - hence leaning on playfulness for it.]
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There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
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A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
... not sure how much more of that I can handle.
[Of the teasing, specifically.]
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He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
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Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
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Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]