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It's getting hard to bear, watching you all alone

They set up camp in the shadow of the place so that Griffith could watch it.

Though the walls were sound and the castle looked whole, even luxurious, no one suggested that they camp inside. There was something about it, a coldness, and the local villagers spoke of ghosts and demons and monsters in the haunted castle. Conflicting stories too outrageous to be real.
Griffith wanted to explore. But even he hesitated at the sight of the dark gate. Perhaps in the morning. Once they were rested.

In the morning, he took the lead with Guts. They left their horses down in camp with most of the band, and took only a small raiding party to investigate.

The castle’s gates were wide open, as if for a festival, and there were even garlands of wilted white flowers and scraps of fluttering white silk festooned around the courtyard. Griffith entered warily, hand on his sword. He kept Guts by his side, though they went a few paces ahead of the others. If they faced down anything supernatural, Griffith wanted to meet it first.

Somehow it wasn’t a surprise when the gates slammed shut behind them. Griffith glanced back, expression tight as they were cut off from the rest of their party, and drew his sword.

“Welcome, my love.”

A figure seemed to melt up out of the rocks, solidifying as if from wax and drawing itself up to a height of more than seven feet, not including the curving horns that grew from its brow. It had dark brown skin with gray and mossy hues distinctly reminiscent of grave pallor and loam. Both the face and the figure had a striking sort of beauty, as if they had been carved from wax and cast in bronze by a master sculptor, though there was something unnatural and unnerving about it. The body was perfect and bare, with no clothing to conceal the heavy phallus that hung between its legs.

It had eyes only for Griffith, who stared at it in stunned shock as it approached, not even lifting his sword to stop it as it reached for him as if to draw him into a lover’s embrace.

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He joyfully meets Griffith’s kiss again, a little bit more confident now. The caresses up his length sends a shudder through Guts’ whole body, lapped up by the waves of pleasure and excited by Griffith’s eager words.

Not entirely thinking, Guts finds himself standing up in the bath, supporting Griffith in his arms as he quickly finds a wall ledge to lean against. He didn’t quite plan out how the new angle would affect Griffith’s reach, he just knew that the touches were driving him crazy and he couldn’t bear to sit still in one place. Some of the oils and soaps are knocked over in the process, but he seems too focused on pleasuring Griffith to care. The moment he has the leverage, his hand is back to pouring eager attention over his member, curious to see what other sounds Griffith can make.

“Like this?”

Griffith laughs with surprise and delight as Guts lifts him like that, pressing him back against a ledge so that he's pinned between Guts' body and the warm stone. "Admirable initiative," he teases, locking his legs around Guts' waist to support himself and keep Guts close.

No longer worried about being so careful and tentative with him, Griffith nips and kisses along the side of Guts' throat, suckling possessively at the skin. He wants to leave a mark or two on Guts, wants to claim him for everyone to see. "I was just going to stroke you off here," he murmurs against Guts skin, then lifts his head to meet his eyes, heated with desire. "And then when we get back to our room, you can finger me. But if you're impatient, we can just fuck here."

Guts looks back into Griffith's eyes, his own chest rising and falling with hungry breaths. Yes, he did want more - but there is something eating at his thoughts. Should he want more? He knew very well what 'fucking' meant between them. As well as the first few steps had gone, he finds himself hesitant at the thought of it. Could he ever go that far? Even if Griffith wanted it?

"I... don't know," he says, voice low and eyes dark with those uncertainties being quickly shoved away from his mind. It's the kind of look Guts gets when his own thoughts have gotten too damn loud, and he's opted for focusing on the visceral of whats in front of him.

He knew he liked the slight sting of each nip on his neck and the desire in Griffith's eyes. He liked the moans and laughs he could wrest out of him, and the sensation of Griffith's hand between his legs. God, if he wasn't acutely aware of some carnal part of him begging to take up his suggestion to fuck each other and see where they end up. But Guts cared too much about him to do that - whatever Griffith did want out of this, he wanted to do it right.

"I just know I want you."

Guts lowers his head to rest it on Griffith's chest, simply enjoying the sensation of touching his skin. The arm supporting him presses them closer together, sharing the heat of their bodies. There is no bite of shearing teeth or kisses then, just a desire for closeness.

"I want you, too," Griffith said, proud of Guts for the emotional vulnerability and honesty of that. He curled his arms gently around Guts' head, cradling his beloved to his chest.

"We'll go with my plan," he decides for them both, now that he has a better idea of where the line is that makes Guts balk. He'd thought for a moment that Guts' desire might have negated his lingering traumas, but they're still there, whatever they are. "We can stroke each other off here, because I was having fun with that, and then when we go back to our room I'll show you a way that I like to be touched, and you can enjoy making me come a few more times in your arms."

Smiling beatifically down at him, Griffith strokes gentle fingers through Guts' hair. "Now set us back down. I can't stroke you at all at this angle."

Guts feels his heart seize for a moment at his words. I want you, too. For a moment, he is lost between the sensation of Griffith's arm softly curled around his head, and the rhythmic breathing of his chest, and his fingers running through his hair. It takes a second or two for him to respond to his request.

"Ah.. Okay."

Right, the angle. He sets Griffith down, thankful that he at least had a better idea of how to navigate all this. Guts knew he barely had any idea of what he was doing here. He just knew he liked it, and wanted more. Sitting down on the edge of the bath, he waits to see what Griffith might have in mind next. Guts trusts him as much as he was trusted to be touched and handled.

Griffith slides back into the water, settling comfortably and expecting Guts to join him. When he turns around to find Guts seated on the side of the bath, he laughs. "Now you're just tempting me," he teases, curling his arms loosely around Guts' hips and pressing a few sweet, playful kisses to the side of Guts' cock. He can't be expected to resist. It's right there, and Griffith wants so much to put his mouth on Guts and to see how he reacts.

Dragging the flat of his tongue up Guts' shaft and over the head, Griffith lifts his eyes with a playfully wicked expression, very happily enjoying this kind of teasing now that Guts has given him such a golden opportunity.

He is?

"Ah - "

Guts' expression rises with surprise as Griffith lowers his mouth to drag his tongue up his length. The mischievous expression in his bright eyes gets the corner of his mouth to grin back as his hesitations melt away to nothing. His physical desires quickly come back with a vengeance, emerging in both his body and hungry expression. He wanted this - he wanted whatever Griffith had in mind a thousand times over.

A hand reaches down to rest it on Griffith's head - the beautiful cascades he'd always been so fascinated by interlocked between his rough fingers. Enough of that teasing will wrest a proper groan from his throat.

Griffith's grin widens happily at the smile on Guts' face and the hand in his hair. He turns his head to kiss the inside of Guts' wrist, blessing it and giving that hand full approval to continue playing with his hair.

They've already done plenty of teasing and foreplay for Griffith's taste, so as soon as he sees that trust and pleasure in Guts' expression, he leaves off teasing and takes Guts into his mouth, laving his tongue over the head once before sliding down to let Guts nestle against the back of his throat. He repeats this a few times, bobbing his head around Guts and then moving his hand around to stroke the parts of Guts' shaft that he can't quite reach.

Though he has an unfortunate amount of experience doing this, Griffith has never done it for the pure pleasure of it before. He remains rapt on Guts' every expression, every sound, lifting his head every few moments to give his lover another playful, affectionate smile before dipping back down.

Guts curses under his breath as Griffith takes him in, his grip tightening on the warm stone he used to hold himself in place. As heated as he could be in battle, Guts still kept his inner workings to himself - he had that guarded stoicism about him carried by most mercenaries that dealt in death. Here, though, all those walls dissolve to dust as the mounting pleasure sets his nerves on fire.

"Griffith --"

--Don't stop, is what he wanted to say, but another groan escapes from deep within his chest. His hips move with some of the rhythm, chasing more of the sensation. It's his first time, and he probably isn't going to last long, but hell if he isn't bathing in the moment. Griffith's gentle kiss on his wrist, the enthusiasm in his eyes and the smile all brings it to a head.

His fingers caress the back of Griffith's head, reciprocating the gentle affections in a way that would seem impossible in a man like him. Sometimes his wandering hand would find an ear, or the base of his neck hidden beneath his curls, and he would be tender with these parts of his lover, too. He wanted to embrace Griffith to share that warmth and never let him go. His heavy breaths impede a smile back, but his eyes are soft and vulnerable, in a way that they've never been before.

Happy and adoring, Griffith lifts off as Guts gets closer. He takes over stroking him where his mouth left off, staying between Guts' legs and beaming up at him.

"Come for me," Griffith commands, as fascinated by his own control over Guts as he is by Guts himself. The beauty and power of this wonderful man is all his. Griffith has wanted for so long to reward Guts and to cement his own hold on Guts by being able to share pleasure with him.

His eyes are locked on Guts' face, hungry and possessive as he watches the pleasure in Guts' expression, the trust and vulnerability. Guts is his, and Griffith can no longer function without him.

As Griffith's movements intensify, so does Guts' reaction. Sweat is mixed with the soap and water on his skin, which had grown hot to the touch. Tendons and bundles of muscle twitch in response to the bolts of pleasure - all because of the man in front him. It is only his trust of Griffith that lets him sink into that blissful sensation rather than recoil away, allowing his own frustrated and growing hunger to surface in his eyes.

The gentle touches of his hand find purchase on Griffith's back, his nails unknowingly scraping against skin. The timing isn't exactly right - whether or not Guts meant it to be - but that's how he always tended to follow orders. He's damn close either way, and it isn't long before his climax comes in Griffith's hand. His body seizes for a moment, fingers digging roughly into the skin beneath his hand. His teeth clench together while the final euphoric wave washes over him. It is amazing, the feeling. It is warm and carnal and so very intimate. Not at all like what he experienced before.

Guts' body curls forward as it fades into a pleasant glow, resting his chin on Griffith's shoulder, left wordless for a moment as his breaths finally begin to soften.

Griffith curls his hands protectively around Guts’ head, ever so gentle with him as he recovers. He kisses every inch of skin that he can reach without dislodging Guts, nuzzling at his shoulder.

Petting Guts’ hair, Griffith gently guides him in for a kiss. Slow and soothing, he grounds Guts with a few lingering kisses, giving him time to recover.

When he’s satisfied that Guts is coming back to himself, Griffith breaks the kiss and smiles at him, letting Guts see the pleasure and approval in his eyes. “Now we go upstairs. And I show you what I like.”

Kissing Guts one last time, Griffith rose from the bath. Clean, soft white clothes had been laid out for them near their things, and Griffith was happy to accept this gift. He dried off and dressed, pleased with the kingly apparel with green and gold embroidered leaves. As they headed upstairs, he picked up one of the little glass bottles of oil to take with them.

His eyes close as the soft affections from Griffith, making the moment all the sweeter. He reciprocates the kiss gingerly - very much unlike the scraping teeth that came at the start of their lovemaking.

Like this, he didn't quite mind seeing what Griffith had in mind next. He follows him, drying himself before taking a look at the clothes they were given. Guts being Guts, seemed to find the elaborate clothing a bit much, giving the embroidery a questioning look. Still - his own things have seen a lot of wear and tear, and so he doesn't mind slipping it on as they make their way upstairs.

"Wait - when did they leave this stuff next to our clothes," he asks, the realization hitting him, "Was someone watching?"

Griffith glances over, unconcerned about this possibility. "It's a place of magic, Guts. Maybe they didn't need to. And if they did see anything, what does it matter?"

If they keep this up, their men will figure it out quickly enough. Griffith doesn't intend to keep Guts at arm's length just for the sake of appearances. Maybe when they're in cities and trying to ingratiate themselves. But in the wilds and in the hospitality of fairy courts, Griffith sees no reason to hide his desire.

As they reach their room, Griffith sets down his things and then strips off the clothing again, casting a warm and inviting smile at his lover as he stands naked in the center of the room. "Get on the bed, Guts. I want to sit on your lap."

His face reddens a bit at the thought. He would like to do this all without imagining fairies peeking through the door - but...

Well, no matter, like Griffith said. The concern passes quickly enough, and Guts sets his sword down within reach before removing the white clothes. What mattered now was Griffith, and making sure he is given that intimate moment he deserved.

"Come on, then," he replies with a quirk of a smile, settling onto the edge of the bed.

Griffith tosses the little bottle onto the bed to await them, and then drags his clothing off, dropping it carelessly on the floor and striding naked over to Guts.

He knows how glorious he is, how effortlessly he can inspire lust, and he basks in Guts' attention as he climbs into Guts' lap, straddling him.

Resting his arms on his lover's shoulders, Griffith smiles down at him. He's radiant with happiness, stealing a couple of sweet, lingering kisses before pausing just to gaze at Guts. "I want you," Griffith repeats, happy and trusting.

The oil remains within reach, so Griffith picks up the bottle. He clenches his thighs on either side of Guts' hips to help keep himself steady as he unstoppers it and smells it, spilling out a little of the oil onto his hand.

"You're going to put your fingers inside me," Griffith explains, taking one of Guts' hands and gently slicking two of his fingers. "Just one to start with, and don't worry. You're not going to hurt me."

Gentle but certain of what he wants, Griffith guides Guts' hand between his legs, nudging one of those fingers toward his entrance.

It hasn't been long since Griffith had finished him off, but Guts can already feel his face glowing hot again as he's straddled by pale legs. Damnit - how does he manage to be so effortlessly beautiful like that?

He looks up, hopelessly infatuated with Griffith's warmth, his radiance, his smile. A part of him is still so baffled that he was the one chosen to be here, holding someone so marvelous and vulnerable at the same time. The bottle of oil smelled sweet and spicy as it's lathered over his fingers. More than anything, Guts wanted him too. Enough to trust him and follow along with something he'd never do for anyone else.

"Okay-," he replies, raising his other hand to support Griffith at his back, "Here I go..."

He reaches down between Griffith's legs, spreading his thighs with his forearm as he finds the warm entrance. Guts pushes in with his middle finger, careful and a little awkward, looking up to gauge Griffith's reaction rather than thinking too hard about what he was doing.

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Griffith remains all smiles, beaming happily as Guts’ finger nudges carefully inside him. He rocks his hips into it, encouraging, and slides one possessive hand into Guts’ hair. “All the way. Back out, then in again. Slow and deep.”

He groans low as Guts complies, and dips his head to steal a kiss. Tiny whines and moans for more spill into the kiss, and he licks at Guts’ mouth, needy.

“Another,” Griffith begs before long, breaking the kiss for this urgent communication. His hips grind against Guts’ hand, ever greedy for more, and his hands tighten on Guts’ hair and Guts’ shoulder. “More, Guts.”

Guts feels a prickle of arousal as Griffith reacts with enthusiasm. He's nervous and excited at the same time, but that groan boosts his confidence as he matches kiss for kiss. Griffith whining and begging in his arms lights a fire in him that he didn't know he had for this.

Dark eyes look up to meet his, heady and hungry to give him more, far more. The act didn't matter as much when he's so focused on wanting to make sounds come out of Griffith. Louder, and faster, and more intense. That is what Guts wants now.

So, the grip around Griffith's back tightens a bit, and he pushes two additional fingers in at once with more confidence, reaching deeper to massage him inside.

Griffith gasps as Guts skips straight to three fingers. He arches above Guts, keening at the intensity of it. The strain in his muscles is harsh, but that edge just heightens the pleasure. Griffith loves the initiative shown, and the hungry way that Guts looks at him. Moaning at how those fingers move inside of him, stretching his muscles and reaching deep, Griffith shudders in his grip and drops his head to bite at Guts' lips, sweet and savage simultaneously.

"Hook your fingers," he commands breathlessly, curling his own fingers against Guts' shoulder to provide an example of the desired gesture. "Down a little. There, fuck." Bucking once in Guts' grip, Griffith whines for more. His fingers rub little circles against Guts' shoulder to get him to imitate the motion, and then switches to scissoring his fingers against that spot on Guts' shoulder to show him basic techniques. He's shamelessly loud now, moaning and whining to spur Guts on. It's easy to trust himself to Guts' control, giving himself over to mindless bliss as Guts explores his body.

It doesn't take long with three fingers paying attention to that spot before he comes. Crying out as he spills his seed across Guts' chest, he bucks in Guts' arms, waves of it going through him as he whimpers, incoherent. He murmurs Guts' name as he comes back down, melting into his arms except for the one hand that reaches down between them, curling tight around Guts' wrist to get him to still his hand but not to pull out. "Guts," he murmurs again, contented and trusting, which warms into playful flirtatiousness as he comes back to himself and lifts his head to give Guts a smile.

Although Griffith was the one being penetrated, Guts could feel the quickening of his heartbeat with the loud and enthusiastic noises erupting from Griffith's throat. The soft shudders in his hands and the savage kisses on his lips drives him to to push and explore. He takes the hints drawn on his shoulder, crooking his fingers and looking to find the spots that really made him squirm.

Soon enough, Griffith reaches his climax, spilling onto his own skin which was hot to the touch. Guts didn't seem to mind yet, chest rising and falling with slowing breaths. He's gotten far dirtier out on their travels. It is a bit of an amusing thought - he'd just taken a bath, but he was already glistening with beads of sweat from renewed arousal. They'll probably be due for another cleaning once this is all done.

"How's that?"

Guts smiles back at him. His expression is bright, and he looked ready for a second round for them both.

Griffith loves seeing that smile on him. He beams down at his beloved, rubbing their noses together for a moment and then kissing Guts, slow and deep. He grips his free hand tight in Guts' hair, holding his head in place as they kiss. Grinning happily when the kiss breaks, Griffith kisses the tip of his nose playfully. He feels like he's overflowing with the love he feels for Guts.

"Again." Griffith lets go of Guts' wrist, curling both arms over Guts' shoulders. He's still overstimulated and quivering with little aftershocks from his orgasm, but he likes it this way. "Unless you're ready to give me more than just your fingers." Smiling, Griffith kisses Guts' cheek just below his eye, then nuzzles at Guts' cheekbone, leading a few more kisses back to catch Guts' earlobe between his teeth. He gives it a tug and then suckles sweetly at it. Each kiss and tease contains the pleas that Griffith isn't willing to verbalize.

Reaching past Guts to pick up the little bottle again, Griffith sits back on his lap and holds it between them with an inviting tilt and a smile. "I want you."

Guts closes his eyes as Griffith comes down on him with a flood of affection, happy to feel their skin and lips together, and more than willing to comply with the hand gripping his hair. Griffith needn't say what he wanted, Guts could tell what he was asking for at this point.

He'd had his hesitations about this part of the whole act. It cut just a little too close for comfort. But after having felt so much of that visceral euphoria with Griffith, that buzzing bliss beneath his skin, Guts finds himself more comfortable now than he was earlier. He was plenty aroused enough to go another round - this time, giving Griffith what he really desired.

"I want you too," he says, voice thoughtful and soft, not at all the hardened mercenary he was outside this room. He retracts his hand, leaving a bit of a mess behind with all the oil, but they were both messy now, so it didn't really matter to him.

"I want to keep going."

Pleased with Guts' willingness, Griffith gives him another kiss as a reward. This one is sweet and brief, because Griffith has other priorities in mind, but it's full of approval and affection.

Pouring a little more of the oil into his hand, Griffith reaches down to stroke Guts with it, coating his cock liberally so that there won't be any tension or roughness their first time. He doesn't take any time, though, setting the oil aside again and lining Guts up, nudging his ass against the head of his lover's cock.

Holding Guts' eyes, he smiles at him, beaming with pleasure and approval, and sinks down a little. His lips part on a gasp as the head of Guts' cock slides inside, breaching him.

Leaving it there for now, Griffith kisses him more deeply, making soft keening noises into Guts' mouth as he lets Guts cope with what's happening, and sees whether Guts can be tempted to take a little more.

Guts exhales as Griffith's hand reaches down to stroke him, luxuriating in the way his fingers glided up and down his cock. He was hard again even before getting oiled up - clearly, whatever he lacked in experience he more than made up for in sheer stamina.

He maintains eye contact with Griffith as they get into position, his lover's radiant and approving eyes seizing his attention like a compass to the poles of the Earth. Grasping his hips, Guts lets himself focus on the pleasurable sensations as Griffith lowers himself - letting his own instincts guide him from there.

Guts returns his kiss, too lost in the warmth and love between them to feel the hesitation he did before. His thoughts remained heady and carnal, he was more interested in fucking Griffith than he was in listening to the weakened reservations in his head. His pace is gradual, but he pushes deeper, so long as Griffith's reactions remained pleased and welcoming. He want more of this - just the tip wasn't enough! It felt much better than simply getting stroked off, and they were just getting started.

It's getting hard to bear, watching you all alone

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