alkahestry | For Konoe

[It is another idyllic day in Zodion, days - months - years go by and the majority of days are peacefully spent enjoying the fruits of their labors. Too much time has passed for him to consider what once was, sure there are memories he thinks fondly back on from time to time, but Alphonse has long since made it clear that here is where he would rather be.

On a hill adjacent to the great city's temple of Meridian the sun warms the soft grass that stretches down and in to the valley and like many of the other residents Alphonse has found a higher vantage point to enjoy the day's excitement. Festivals or gatherings still happen on the whims of the gods and this one merely gave all citizens a chance to head outside to see the sky light up with something of a mix between fireworks but perfectly visible in the bright blue sky.

A soft blanket from home, a full picnic basket of snacks and drinks were brought from home and set up on their hill. Once, they had their fill of feeding one another from the collection of items both savory and sweet Alphonse was happy to drag the Ribika down against the ground. There were always kisses these days, soft and full presses of lips that accompanied fingers that always remembered to start rubbing encouragingly along the base of Konoe's ears to help him relax before they settled down together a tangle of limbs to watch the color explosion of lights and sounds.]

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[Alphonse has always known just how to court him... not that he needs to anymore. Konoe's heart opened for him long ago, but he's appreciative, always, with purrs and kisses and wandering hands so careful not to grip too hard too fast.

He's still smiling from the last taste he remembers, a delicious blend of their final bites and Alphonse's skin, from the lick of his fingers that lead them to this position. Enveloped in comforts, in the human whose company he thrives in like no one else - even in the din of noise and light and far off people, he's the image of content.

And perhaps beneath it, eager for more.

He's worked awfully hard this past number of days. Enough their meetings felt sparing, messages and stolen moments all to tide them over, as coming back to Alphonse at night usually sent him right to sleep. If there were ever a time to be honest with what he wants after so much, a sudden festival is prime.]

You don't know how I missed that...

[He tilts his head further into Alphonse's touch, if not his whole body. He's finally in a place he can reciprocate again, and for once, that place being outdoors is no matter.]

There has been a lot of work for us lately.

[Going native has only expanded their network of friends and always eager to lend a helping hand it ensures that some days work can stretch on in to late in the evening. Not to mention there are just some old habits that still prove difficult to let go of, like remembering to sleep but Konoe knows when things get rough how to apply just the right amount of pressure to get him to come back down and relax.]

I think I might have a pretty good idea.

[The eagerness coupled with the sensations of rhythmic vibrations under Konoe's skin as his touch passes from ears to neck make it crystal clear that taking a day off was definitely the right decision.]

I wouldn't mind elaborating with you a little more though? I'll even go first...

[The words might sound deviate in tone, but they are spoken with the deepest of affections in to Konoe's ear before he lowers his mouth back to the ribika's cheek so he can kiss a slow line of loving pecks until their mouths meet and he can speak in to the other's mouth before they kiss again.]

I've missed your taste.

[An idea, he says...]

You might, huh...? [When it's Alphonse that goes first there's no cutting him off, his record of good ideas of the caliber that keeps Konoe willing to wait and hear them. Preceeded by his mouth itself, especially so.

Not that he always knows how to react to them once they make it to his brain - enjoyment of this hint's delivery switching to surprise at his - directness. Right to the heart, right to the waist - ]

You - have you?

[There's always something thrilling in being missed, in any capacity, the bulk of his youth spent thinking no one would ever. Even older as he is now, it still sends color to his face, and he blinks back only curiouser. Realizing somewhere that he has been given an opening for a back and forth, if he had to say anything to that...]

Yours, too. I missed it, too.

[But beyond this, he couldn't say what yet if he wanted to, too interested in where Alphonse plans on going with this.... Real pleasures of the senses rise above his imagination, easily. And not yet sated with touch, he brings his tail into play, too. Hugs it possessively around Alphonse's back. Go on....]

[A happy breathless laugh escapes him at the words, because after so long with out any sort of tactile responses to enjoy like smell, touch, and taste he enjoys letting himself become overwhelmed. So many take those things for granted, but Alphonse never will - never again as his brain catalogs each wonderful sensation with a memory to go with it.]

Mmmm I have and your warmth.

[He agrees as he feels the weight of Konoe's tail snaking in to place to claim him that leaves his heart racing simultaneously with pride and desire. The hillside is theirs and the day allows them do as they please, but Alphonse is in no rush to do anything but spoil Ribika until they've had their fill of one another.]

Your smile and smell.

[Still kissing and speaking his fingers caress their way to the other boy's sides where they take hold and squeeze as the lights continue erupt and dance across the sun filled sky.]

[There's an entire show happening above their heads and he's still captivated with what's going on right in front of him.]

Alphonse... [Though he can't keep one of those smiles off his face, a hand snaking to the back of Al's golden head to guide their foreheads together, he can't help whispering, either - ] Stop beating me to the good ones.

[While it's a gentle scold, it's halfway made in vain already, Konoe's interest in talking himself getting lower the more Alphonse's hands explore. As what he understands of what Al never takes for granted drives his interest in how he plans to show him that, and how he could return it in kind.]

"You just feel good to be with." Are you thinking it, too?

[He doesn't have to search his eyes with hope for the answer, his heart already carried by impressions of the truth. But he does anyway, curious of what his own words could do....]

[He can't help but laugh as Konoe scolds him, the light and airy laughter is just a little louder than the ribika's own quiet voice. If he is in trouble for anything he certainly doesn't seem to mind this reason. At the question though he hums thoughtfully, teeth momentarily meeting with his lower lip as his eyes close. He only lets the moment linger a second, fingers kneading further along Konoe's waist before he nods.]

Mmmm, it's my favorite feeling.

[He admits as his golden eyes open and he releases a wistful sigh. There's a peacefulness that follows, it's perfect and just right.]

[His ears go to full focus in that quiet, the honest shock in his eyes completely traceable as they contract - round with pupil, split by it, and filled again in seconds.

He's well observed in the breadth of Alphonse's love, deep and open for so many, from such a long time of quietly regarding him. But in that time - especially in his youth, when having friends and lovers felt positively foreign no matter how he'd been thrown into their company - with it came a secret yearning, to know where he existed within Alphonse's world, where he could possibly....

To hear "favorite" now, in any relation to himself - it's nearly too much to much for the cat to handle, and he feels shaking rattle his body from what he can't recognize right away -

Is happiness.]

Don't - don't wait, then.

[He doesn't trust himself to words anymore, these barely there beneath a crack of sound in the sky. But he kisses him again, repeats himself - don't wait - and acts in example.

He pulls Alphonse closer to himself, kneading at his shirt to hike it higher, a push of his hips up offered in further incentive.

He never quite learned patience in this area.]

[More than being able to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin or food on his tongue the way his skin prickles from the energy of the one he loves most makes so many sacrifices from his past worth it. He can truly experience the moment Konoe reacts to the words so that the rest of him can be as strongly as affected by simply seeing the Ribika's happiness.]

Don't wait.

[He mirrors the words instead of questioning them as the cool afternoon air finds his skin as more of him becomes exposed to the afternoon sun and a groan that follows as their hips meet. Little waves of pleasure shoot up his spine like electricity that has his own fingers groping at the looser layers of Konoe's clothes until his hold can grow firmly enough to start guiding their hips together more rhythmically.]

[Rutting in the open air, indistinguishable from anyone that's lived there all their lives, if Konoe from years past were to see himself now it's doubtless he'd be stunned.

But at present, he couldn't be better served than by being used to this spontaneity, no worries over making a spectacle nagging at his mind. He gets to listen to Alphonse's approval at full attention this way, think of ways to arouse more of it as a soft growl's torn from him in exchange.]

I couldn't... [Busier flexing enough to ease Alphonse's work at baring his skin, his words may lack elegance, but they're true.] I needed this again.

[All of it - from sharing their breaths to sharing the same sky, and in their tandem grind he opens only further.]

For Konoe

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