beautiful dreamer --- awake unto me

⤷ s4e10 all that hard glossy armor

you know what i secretly wish for ? a forever rp partner on ffxiv. just saying. with my alt-addicted ass and all our characters just ... yeah.

Wyatt relaxed and held him, a comforting and mundane action. Smiling, he manipulated the divine energies granted to him and focused divine radiance through his fingertips, the same that probed so teasingly at the youth’s hole. The divine miracle easing away the tenderness and tightened muscle that had been worked loose. A wicked and sinful trick of divine power that brought a soft laugh to the man. Those thick fingers, working his essence back in and out of the youth, opening him up all over again. “You’re wonderful,” he said. Slowly, the fingers withdrew and he rolled Teddy once more to his back, legs opened wide and around the thick of his own waist. His cock still heavy and full between them as he pressed it against Teddy’s thigh and thrusted, leaving a slick of wetness against skin. “I want to always hear you make those sounds,” he kissed the boy's throat, “in bed, on the road, and whenever you look at me with those lustful eyes and I know you want me inside again,” he licked the skin, pressing a soft kiss to Teddy’s forehead.

Hooking his arms under Teddy’s knees, he adjusted his hips, allowing his cock to slowly push down between the crease of the youth’s ass. Wyatt had to allow one leg to fall so he could position and adjust himself, thumb and forefinger guiding his cock to Teddy’s hole, still slicked with his own release. He pushed, his thick head breaching the tight ring of muscle with a shuddering moan before he loomed over the small body and trusted until he was fully sheathed into the warmth. Hands now gripped the headboard, eyes staring so lovingly and lustfully down into the youth’s. “I’m yours now,” he whispered, “and this is mine.” He started to shallowly thrust, the power behind it once more moving the bed. He captured Teddy’s lips into a devouring kiss, his tongue invading his mouth while his cock invaded the youth’s body.

One hand dropped from the headboard to caress across Teddy’s body and find purpose on his hip. Holding it down, pinning it with all his weight as he made Teddy his again. Anything to keep and let the world know that Teddy was his and only his now. He broke the kiss, forehead pressed to forehead and looking down at the boy. “Look at me,” he commanded, “look at me and wrap your legs around me.” Beg for me, my beautiful boy.

A frenzy of pleasure. Had Teddy cummed five times more until he was completely drained and dry, he would still moan for Wyatt's cock to be inside him. Spreading him, pummeling his hole with a slick heat that made the young body crave the paladin more and more. Never did he think it possible to connect with someone so quickly, and Teddy certainly never thought his body would find this sudden addiction to the shape and heat of another man's body. It was his first time drowning blissfully in such a pleasure, but Teddy was a strong lad and Wyatt's very existence pooled more blood to his belly and groin. The twist and tightness of arousal was a high he clung to. How easily he could have melted into the comfortable warmth of orgasm, but the paladin was still fucking him with such deep and powerful thrusts; Teddy wouldn't have it any way. Body moved to the older man's will, and he reaped the rewards of his tight ass being pummeled so powerfully. The bed they laid upon threatened to buckle beneath the force Wyatt applied. In his arms, Teddy felt he would shatter and mold into the paladin's body all in one. He felt a man forged and Wyatt's body the blacksmith to build him anew. His skilled hands, mouth, cock... all awakening everything inside the young man.

He wouldn't have been surprised if the linens and wooden walls would have taken to fire with the heat their bodies created. Cradled within his strong arms, Teddy's arms wrapped around him and held him close just where he always wanted him. He hated bruising or hurting the man who gave him so much pleasure, but he couldn't help his fingers digging into sweat and oil slick back. So strong, Wyatt could easily crush him just as his cock was drilling into him maddeningly, but while his hips were relentless, he still held and kissed Teddy with such gentility. Breathless for the hundredth time. No, Teddy had been breathless the entire time the paladin touched him. Mouth was permanently open to invite both breath and Wyatt's mouth. To be licked clean and have the older man moan planted the deepest roots of lust inside his belly and his balls. Arms slackened their hold enough to slid his hands down the sculpted muscle of Wyatt's back.

Blunt nails clawed to no effect but fingertips dug deep regardless. He didn't get to enjoy the kiss as long as he wanted. From fingertips to hole, he felt the power loosen from Wyatt's hips and Teddy purposefully flexed his ass to tighten walls around the paladin's cock. His hole wanted to drain the man dry and when so much seed spilled inside of him, the pulsating of the older man's cock and the tightness in Teddy's walls seemed to match in fervor. The young man's hips and ass flexed as if action alone could drain more semen from cock and balls. He matched the speed of Wyatt's more languid thrusts as hot cum followed the crack and voluptuous shape of his ass. Fingers no longer dug into flesh as the paladin's large body fell onto him. Teddy welcomed him with the pull of his hips and threaded his hands through silver hairs gently. Head had tilted to the right and backwards, opening his neck to be kissed. Teddy found his breath, and he breathed in deep. The intake of air and the smell of their seed and sweat was intoxicating. Teddy's head returned to its former position to meet Wyatt's mouth. Lips parted and tongue extended to kiss the man who gave him so much.

Hands moved down to follow the column of neck. Running up and down until Wyatt pulled put and rolled beside him. A hole which had never known a cock before was suddenly so empty without the paladin. Teddy refrained from moaning a complaint and was more than happy to be pulled against his sweaty body. Hand settled on the center of Wyatt's chest as Teddy bent his knee, raised leg, and spread it across Wyatt's body. He was sweaty. Both of them were sweaty, but he didn't want to not touch Wyatt. Fortunately the older man thought the same. Teddy's back arched, stiffened, and then relaxed. Cock pressed flush against Wyatt's thigh as the youth gyrated hips to have wet hole meet fingers. He felt raw and spent, but all of Wyatt's touches made him feel alive.

The soreness was there, waiting to surface, but for the moment he was still wrapped in pleasure. Blonde hairs were stuck to sweat slick forehead, and he was still catching his breath, though more quietly, as the happiest smile was permanently set on smiles. Blue eyes were also bright with optimism and so much adoration. Head tilted backwards to look at Wyatt's face as best he could while still keeping his body flush against him. From their proximity, Teddy saw the defined and handsome lines around Wyatt's mouth. The silver-white hair follicles around chiseled chin, almost long enough to be shaved. The sheen of sweat following his prominent adam's apple. Handsome from head to toes. Teddy nodded then gathered his words, suddenly a little nervous to speak. "I'm... great. I've never felt that before. I... You're amazing, Wyatt. All of it.. I..."

What could he say? He felt a foolish boy and dipped his head down to press his forehead against Wyatt, away from eye line. "It was wonderful."

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"You show your thanks by — – getting yourself killed?" Elijah searched the armory, followed close behind the boy. He had stopped in his search only once and that had been to look at Roy and had decided he was too young to have been bloodied. Roy was barely old enough to have his fun with the local whores yet to feel the warmth of blood against his skin, Elijah believed he had a few more years to age. Elijah intended to spill more blood that night than he had ever intended to do and it wouldn't be safe to have the archer there. It wasn't the enemies that worried him, but how the his power may effect the boy. Elijah grabbed at a recently sharpened glaive that was hung on the wall and tested its weight in his hands. It was decent enough and a good replacement for his own while it was being repaired.

He had been surprised when he turned around to find that Roy hadn't wandered off but had stayed behind him the entire time that he had taken to find a decent weapon. Elijah had thought the boy had little patience if any at all. He clenched his jaw and decided to ignore the youth while he attached the glaive to the sheath on his back and take two hand axes from their rest. When he turned back at Roy, he fixed him with a hard glare and grabbed him by the jaw. He was not the boy's mentor and never would he want Roy to be put in the position where bleeding himself gave him power. But, there was still a seed of feeling buried below the surface for the boy. One that Elijah wished not to entrain. "Fine. If you come, you will listen, or I swear to the fucking gods I will bend you over and tan your hide with the blunt of a sword on the battlefield."

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Aeryn followed, taking in the decor of the residence while he listened to Logan. He came to a stop only a few feet from the wolf and looked down at himself. There was part of him that had felt he should have been more aware of the Avengers attention but he had ignored it. Cautiously, he reached up to straighten his collar and smooth the button up shirt that he had worn underneath the dress jacket. "Well, I believe you here call it dhampir. A half ... I believe the word is vampire. The cravings I have are for the imbuement of blood. Unlike my kin, I don't need it in such larger quantiles but the urges are still present."

         THOR TOLD HIM WHAT EXACTLY? other than that he could help. how much had the god actually told this newcomer? that was the question. with one glance up at the security camera, the wolf shut the door behind them, before letting out a low hum. ❛   ─ well, a bit of advice... barton can barely dress himself, so, be leery of that when taking clothing advice.   ❜ the wolf mused while making his way through the foyer. ❛   ... going to be honest, i was only told that you were coming... not much other than that... so, why don't you tell me what you are and what kind of cravings we're talking about?   ❜

Julian squinted and shielded his eyes from the aura that radiated from Logan. A powerful one, ancient and divine. Once he was able to adjust, he looked bored but rested his forearm against his knee. Clearly, the person was new. Though, admittedly, Julian felt relieved to be in front of someone who had no idea who he was, let alone the legacy of his grandfather. He took a deep breath. Pronoun games were so boring and never led to anything other than frustration. "Well, see I have two. One who wasn't really there and one who was," Julian explained and lazily smiled as he looked up at the wolf. "But, the one that matters? The one you look a little like? Not pulling your leg here but is Logan Alexander Stark." He gasped, mockingly, with a hand to his chest before it all faded into a neutral expression. "So, which way to the liquor cabinet?"

         IF A PERSON COULD SPROUT THREE HEADS AT RANDOM. that would be precisely how logan was currently staring at the stranger who had materialized in his living room, out of the blue. especially when the guy started talking about a grandfather and the STARK scowl. ❛   ─   how exactly can anyone tell me anything when i have no clue who the fuck you are?   ❜ he asked bluntly, staring down at the other once he had situated himself on the floor. ❛   ... i'm sorry what? your dad is who exactly?   ❜ something told him, he really wasn't going to like the answer, but it needed to be asked ; for stupid ass clarity.

His brow knitted together while he stared at Aeryn. When did he move so close? He cleared his throat and drew his knees to his chest. Liam felt as if there were several conversations all happening at once and coming together in that moment in a great collide of words. He started to get a headache. One at a time. "No. I think the bedroll is fine," he uttered. Liam raised his hand to rub at his temples. A soothing circle to chase away the dull ache that threatened to grow the more he tried to thinking and focus on all that had been asked. Conversations jumbled in his head as if he had been in the middle of a crowded market or in the center of Baldur's Gate during a festival. He nodded in understanding of his kin compared to druids. Even if there was a vague understanding that captured him.

Being the favorite child ... that was something he wasn't familiar with being the only son of his parents. Well, he wasn't sure about being the only son of his father since the man left him and his mother the moment he had found out that she had been pregnant with him. Not that he cared. The man was never in his life to start. He pushed those thoughts out of his head and leaned back in his roll, legs spread and fanning as he looked up at the sky. "That sounds like it could be fun. Being favored by nature."

The comment from Liam drew a smirk from the satyr, his features slightly dirtied from the fight. "Ha ha, I guess I am, in a sense. Except, with a pair of hooves and horns. You should come to the festival we have during the summer moon. The nights are warmer than usual, and we dance 'til the sunrise. It's quite something." He got up from his crouching position and looked at the skewer that rested at his side. "Anyway, the boar is starting to smell good, and I bet the rabbit will add a nice side. You need some assistance with your bedroll? Let's get you ready before it gets late." He gave a tender smile to the ranger as he set the rest of the boar's meat on the skewer. He raised his wrist and allowed the liquid spice to sprinkle onto the chunk of meat he had recently turned.

After a couple of rotations, Aeryn looked at the ranger, his face now closer to his new acquaintance. "I bet you weren't expecting me to approach this evening," he joked. "Anyway, we can talk all night long. Just, after I get something to eat." With a smile, he removed the skewer from the flame and placed it by his side. Aeryn gave it a good bite, allowing some blood to dribble down his chin. He didn't seem to mind, licking what dripped down. "Mh, pretty damn good. Anyway, to carry on with your question: we are more than just Druids. Druids have a duty to the nature but they understand they are separate from it. We understand we are one part of it, and as such, we act not as protectors but as their sons and daughters." That said, Aeryn went back to his broiled pork to give it another bite, his lips pursing out to enjoy the taste. "You get me? If anything, is more like they are our cousins and we are the favorite child."

Dyron studied Ace. It wasn't difficult for him to learn his mannerisms. He would be grateful for the company into the ruins but Ace was still a stranger. Someone that had to earn the trust of the man. His brow rose. Dyron hadn't spent too much time in the cloisters library. He had been more focused on his body than his mind. A lack of balance that he had started to attempt to correct. He sat there, his legs folded and his hands held in a position of meditation over his root chakra as he weighted Ace's words. "It will make the task easier for sure," Dyron commented.

His brow raised. Handsome, he mused. "Are you?" He had never heard tales of the satyr or the fey other then to be guarded around them. It intrigued him to hear that about the satyr. He nodded his head, peering off into another direction as he tried to unpack the things that the other had said. "My limits are not many," he said and looked back. Was the being offering something? Dyron wasn't sure but he still kept himself in a position of neutrality and peace. "I don't mind your nature. Because, it is your nature just is it that I have my own nature. A handsome figure like yourself, I would believe you have a lot of fun."

Ace felt overwhelmed by the air of grace and poise that the monk had in the way he presented himself. He wondered if it was a common thing among monks. That said, the peace and tranquility of his demeanor made Ace feel at ease. For the first time in a long time, his tail stood almost straight up, as he took in Dyron's features. He looked tired, exhausted even, but he smiled kindly and warmly, letting Ace know that he didn't mind the company. "I can help you with the ruins," Ace said, his voice low. "But I doubt I could carry that amount of relics, you know." He chuckled, a smile slowly crawling across his face.

Dyron's answer was met with understanding, as Ace imagined the weight of the work needed to explore the ruins. He didn't envy the monk and nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I know the queen wouldn't mind it if I were to help you locate the relics. Especially since you shared your meal with me and offered me shelter." He chuckled again, sitting back and looking up at the sky. Just when did it became so dark? He thought, suddenly realizing how beautiful the twilight seemed this night. "I do not mind sharing the bed. Specially with a handsome stranger like you," Ace said with a playful grin. "But I do not know if you'd like to share it with me. You are after all a man of integrity and the tales of my kind being... salacious in nature may not help. But rest assure that I will respect your space and will do not trespass your limits." Ace gave a gentle smile and looked at Dyron, this time curious to know his answer, as his fingers brushed through his blonde hair.

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There are druids who tend to keep the balance between there are druids who take nature back from the civilized world by force. Inspired by HUSHH by AViVA is Dominic Whisperwind of the Order of the Moon druids. An half-orc who has grown tired of the death and decay that the civilized world has pushed onto nature. Unlike other druids, Dominic will burn the world just for nature to be reborn from its ash.

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It was as if the divine had saw fit to bless him for the years of devoted service for which he gave to Torm. A loyalty rewarded and manifested in the way which Teddy moaned, said his name, felt around his hardened cock. Wyatt was radiant with his want for the young man who withered underneath him. He lowered the youth's leg, large hand tracing the boy's hip and adjusting him so he could plunge deeper into that heat that clenched so deliriously against him and his thrusts. Then Teddy came and those walls held him tighter and lust filled eyes watched in wonder with how the youth unraveled from underneath him. Every detail. Every crease on Teddy's face was commented to memory. Such debauchery. There was no way he could hold himself back. He forced those lithe, muscular thighs around his wide waist and pushed harder inside him to be able to gather him in his arms. His full body now engulfing him while his forearms tucked under Teddy's shoulders.

They were as close to being one as any mortal cold hope to become. His thrusts came shorter, faster, and deeper. He rutted against the boy, his cock assaulting his hole and body with a quickened pace while his tongue, sinfully licked away the rapidly cooling cum against Teddy's chin. He moaned at the taste, savored it and submitted to the messy kiss which the youth demanded of him. He captured those lips again, kissing him hungrily as he felt his core tighten, the coil around it building up inside of him until ... until he jerked away and closed his eyes tight. His head held back as he gasped and moaned and vocalized in a mighty sound the pure ecstasy that Teddy had pulled from him. His cock throbbed and pulsated into the tight, deep heat of the youth. One last thrust and he pressed himself as deeply as he could to Teddy's ass and came. His entire body shuddered with the force as he continual filled the youth beneath him. Wyatt saw white for a moment before he plunged into a darkness that had him collapsing against the smaller body underneath him.

Yet, he did not stop his thrusts. Even as he completely emptied himself into Teddy, so much that he felt the warmth of his own seed seeping out around his cock and soil the linens underneath them. They were slower, teasing almost as he kissed up Teddy's throat. Their minds stick tangled together. Bieatovar puy. Su, su pieatovar woty kumi onsoti yu. His voice almost drowsily whispered into Teddy's mind. He raised himself, allowed himself to sink into a slow and passionate kiss with the youth with his tongue tasting all the boy on his lips before his muscles shuddered and he forced himself to roll over the boy's body to lay next to him. Yet, he pulled Teddy with him and against him. His large hand settling onto the muscle of Theodore's ass. Two fingers tracing the crease of it before finding his wet hole, burying themselves into his body again to work the tenderness.

"Torm bless," he breathed with a deep, low chuckle. Wyatt lowered his head, nudged the youth's and pulled him closer to his thicker body. "You okay?" He asked, kissing his forehead.

The only thing more heat provoking than the physical act of being fucked by Wyatt was the paladin's pleasure... how he vocalized his delight with groans within their breathy kiss. Teddy was certain he could listen to those noises for the entirety of his life and never tire of the wonderful sound. As much as the youth felt he was unraveling, it was good to hear he wasn't the only one being taken by the passion. Wyatt was more composed, of course, and more experienced. Tongue moved against Wyatt's mouth and teeth sought to pull and suck his lip, but his concentration was on every single sensation. Then it came, Wyatt connecting to him through his mind. The clarity of the paladin's voice inside his head confused him initially, but the voice being equally soothing and alluring was what the youth focused on. It felt more intimate than having words being whispered into his ear. It increased the pressure inside, and his balls wanted release. He did want to cum, but he wanted to cum twice, thrice, four times until there was nothing left inside of him.

Eyelashes fluttered as his eyes were forced to open wide and focus. A groan was pulled from his lips without him thinking. He felt empty and on the brink of something terrible without Wyatt inside of him. Teddy would have complained more, but his head tilted to watch the paladin's movements and he knew what was coming next. He took the brief opportunity to pump his own erection. Sweat from their bodies used as the worst lubricant, but Teddy didn't care. His tipping point was so close he almost whined again. Blue eyes were eagerly set on the paladin's glistening muscles and erect cock as he moved back between his thighs. Leg moved quickly and with ease. Head picked off the mattress to watch it happen, but his own body blocked most of the view. The second time around, Teddy's hole opened quickly for Wyatt, shocking the youth. He knew it was his walls being stretched and the slickness of the oil, but a little part of him told himself it was because his body was meant to have Wyatt inside of him. It awaited the older man eagerly.

Being stretched didn't stop the pleasurable sensation in the slightest. Teddy's hand left his cock to grab his own leg. He spread himself wide and didn't linger on the fact it was lewd; he would have performed all kinds of acrobatics had the paladin wished it. Only two powerful thrusts in, and Teddy's entire body tensed. Abdomen coiled tight seconds before his balls were alleviated of tension. Erect cock bouncing from the thrusts shuddered as cum shot out to spray his chest, neck, and even his chin. He gasped as he came, but soon the sounds of relief returned into loud moans of pleasure. Body had tightened so stiffly around Wyatt and then relaxed. The slickness of a thick cock pumping so quickly inside of him brought him to his first orgasm and it was riding him to his second. Gods, Wyatt. Don't ever stop. His mind spoke to the paladin. Fuck me until I can't breathe. His mind said the things he was too embarrassed to say out loud but there was still a need to be vocal. "Wyatt... Wyatt... More."

Teddy messily reached to suck on the paladin's bottom lip. He released, darted his tongue out, and wanted to taste the older man as if he had never tasted him before. Anytime he had jerked off, he had marveled how hot an erection felt. It didn't rival the pure heat of Wyatt's slick cock inside of him. His whole body was wrapped in the most delicious kind of heat. The blond's forehead wrinkled with the intensity of their love making but lips were skewed with wanton lust. The paladin could have strangled him, punched him, or spit on him, and Teddy wouldn't have minded. Nothing Wyatt could ever do was wrong.

Die for free. Elijah scowled at the thought. It was an insult that he could never defend against. It was a burden he accepted during the crimson rite to keep the secret. The Witcher only focused on his brotherhood's sacrifices but seemed to never consider that there was another that fought and bled freely for the protection of life. Elijah believed that both the Blood Hunter's and the Witcher's had common ground, as most of the other members agreed. Yet, they hunted the unseemly in secret. They were never to reveal themselves. Not on purpose. It was the opposite for the Witcher's. How everyone reacted to them could have been the catalyst to the secret. A man did have needs. The one difference that he saw between he and this Witcher was that most Hunters had ways of obtaining money other than cleansing the land of the corrupted.

Elijah canted his head to the side and stared at Lambert. He attempted to figure him out. Was the man attempting to cause him to become angry? Elijah was unsure but how Lambert acted spoke to the act. Part of him wanted to strike out, attack the man with wit and cutting word but that was the noble side of him. The man who would go to court with flirtatious ambition to try and gain his family favor in some manner or another, while cutting down an enemy with a well sharpened word. He had learned early on that one word could cut deeper than any blade when in that environment. The same disdain that Lambert looked on him with was the one he had for that world he tried to leave behind.

A coy smirk twitched at the edge of his lips. A small pouch of gold was tossed at Lambert's feet. It was his families gold. Something he would rather give away than keep on his person at any point. "Then let that be your payment, Witcher. And let it come with a bit advice," Elijah said and stepped closer to the man. He examined him closely, his eyes dancing over his form before he leaned back and away from the man. "Don't judge a man by the caliber of what he does but by how he performs it."

Keen ears heard everything. Rats ran outside, out of the tunnels, where they would not be feed upon. A red-tailed hawk vocalized two kilometers away. Two ghouls broke into bone and gnashed teeth against man meat. He heard the man muttering to himself, and Lambert wasn't about to question the man's sanity. He used magic, went into a fight expecting to find monsters, and talked to himself. It wasn't really Lambert's business. Iron door shut with an incredible groan behind the man known as Elijah. Molten eyes focused on his face as a smirk turned up his lips. The smell of war. It tainted all the lands. Humans and their destructive nature. It bothered the witcher too but he wasn't about to show it. All the corpses he had been around at all stages of decomp, and it still hit wrong. Instinctual sickness he supposed. Despite the weight of his muscle and the weight of the hard leather and mail of his witcher armor, Lambert skipped over dead men, horses, and abandoned war perihelia with almost glee. "A man has to eat and drink. Witcher always asked for payment, but people are less and less likely to give us even a single copper. The monsters grow but pockets do not open."

His words didn't explicitly say it, but Lambert thought them all idiots. Poor idiots. Idiots who rather see their children stolen then give up funds for ale and gambling. Of course there were those who simply had no single copper to spare. With unnatural eyes Lambert always looked like a menace, but the look he gave Elijah was even more filled with disdain. "Eh, and then there's you. Why pay a witcher when there's fools in the world willing to fight and die for free."

Lambert laughed but it was dry and bitter. He heard the ghouls grinding bone and sloppily eating away from their line of sight and payed them no mind. "There's a swamp one day ride from here. Whole horde of insectoids. Have at them, boy. You'll be paid handsomely with a barbed and venomous tail."

The witcher did not give his own name and bent at the waist to give a dramatic and mocking bow.

His voice is a song. A distant melody that inspired Wyatt to fight, for him. It was an innocent sound that warmed him. Wyatt looked up in the mirror at the youth who stood behind him. His lover. Teddy was still a young man and was filled with so many ideas of adventure. Wyatt fantasized that he would be a daring knight one day. He wanted to help him and a part of the paladin wanted him there by his side. A selfish, sinful side that whispered that the two knew each other intimately and that meant they belonged to each other. No, he could not think about that. He could not allow himself to think in that manner. Even as he found that his hand had rose to run his fingers so softly against the column of flesh that was Teddy's throat. No, he couldn't help the boy help. And it had everything to deal with ... the feelings he had started to hold for Teddy since they had laid with each other in the inn.

Wyatt could still feel him. Eager to please, desperate to prove himself. He moistened his lips and leaned down to kiss the boy. His tongue pushing into Teddy's mouth to slowly kiss him. A kiss that poured everything he couldn't bring himself to say while his large hand pushed him closer with its resting on the small of the boy's back. Gods, he could keep kissing the boy forever. He tasted of honeysuckle and the way his mouth felt was ... paradises. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead against the boy's and shook his head. A fight with monsters and an Oathbreaker was no place for a soul that Wyatt had tied himself to so easily. So quickly. Teddy would be a distraction.

"I need you to stay here. I wouldn't be able to fight well enough knowing you were there on the battlefield," Wyatt said, a sigh to his words. "I need my boy to stay here so when I get back, someone can take care of me," he smirked softly, nipped at the others lip and nudged him. "Be good and stay. I will make it up to you, you know I will. I meant even spank you for your patience."

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