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Admitting that he cares about someone, admitting that seeing someone brightens his day, isn’t the sort of thing that Scaramouche goes around doing. In fact, he hasn’t done anything of the sort in years, maybe centuries. And it’s not like he’s admitting that he cares about Sethos, no, he just… acknowledges that maybe Sethos isn’t as bothersome as others in Sumeru city.
That’s what it is, because Scaramouche doesn’t care about people.
Still, when Scaramouche sees fluffy brown hair and radiant green eyes in a secluded akademiya hallway, he finds it hard to ignore the warmth that flickers through his chest.
Sethos is half hidden in a doorway, evidently focusing intently on something around the corner. His eyebrows are scrunched in concentration and he seems to be deep in thought.
“What are you doing?“ Scara says, and Sethos nearly jumps out of his own skin.
“Shhh!” Sethos put a finger over his lips. His full, kissable lips. Nope, not entertaining that train of thought. Not that it was even a train of thought to be entertained in the first place. “I’m trying to listen here.”
Scaramouche quirks one eyebrow. “Listen to what?”
The brown haired man frowns and gestures around the corner, leading Scara’s eyesight to the scribe and his architect companion bickering vigorously.
“I’m trying to figure out what their deal is.” Sethos grabs Scara’s arm and pulls him out of eyesight and into the doorway with him. “They’re always together, but they always fight, but there’s also this tension between them? I’m just curious, I promise.”
“Hm. Nosy much?”
“No!” Sethos’ eyes widen momentarily before he lowers his volume. “Well, maybe a little. But aren’t there some things that you’re just dying to know the answer to?”
Before Scaramouche can answer, he hears the sound of the two men bickering getting closer and(out of fear of getting caught, not because he wants to stick around and hear what they were arguing about) he pulls Sethos through the doorway and closes the door behind them.
“Nice save,” Sethos says quietly, but Scara can’t hear him. He can’t hear him because he had conveniently hidden them away in what must be the smallest storage closet in the Akademiya, given how closely the two are pressed together. He can’t hear him because he’s too focused on the fact that he can feel every line of Sethos’ body against his, because his face is only inches from his own.
“Scara?” Sethos says, his concern at the other man’s silence evident on his too-close face. “Are you alright? You look a bit flushed.”
“Shh,” Scara whispers, attempting to save the situation. “They might hear.”
Although immediately after he says this, Scara realizes that was the wrong move because now, without Sethos’ chatter, there’s nothing else to distract him from their absurd closeness. Any thought of listening in on Kaveh and Alhaitham’s conversation vanishes as Scara focuses on controlling his breathing and the growing blush on his face.
“Are you sure?” Sethos adjusts as if to put his hand on the other man’s forehead, but seemingly decides against it.
“I’m fine,” Scara snaps. “You’re just- It’s- I don’t-“
Stumbling over his words, Scaramouche finds he can’t look anywhere but at Sethos. Sethos, who patiently waits for Scara to gather his thoughts, worry evident in his too-green eyes. Finally, after several failed attempts, Scara manages to get out a complete sentence.
“You’re too close!” Scara blurts, then immediately backtracks once he sees a flash of hurt in the other’s eyes. “No- I mean- ugh!”
Sethos frowns, the hurt in his eyes hidden as quickly as it had come, and attempts to create some distance between the two. “Take your time, Scara.”
Damn this man. He’s infuriating. He cares too much. He’s too patient. And he’s too fucking beautiful.
“I’m frustrated,” Scara starts again after taking a deep breath. He’s not entirely sure how the words start coming out of him, how the filter between his thoughts and his words breaks, but he thinks it has something to do with the fact that all of his senses are consumed with Sethos.
“Because whenever you get this close… I can’t deny that I want you,” he finishes, immediately looking down and avoiding Sethos’ gaze.
“…Want me to what?”
Huh? Is he serious?
“Are you serious?” Scara repeats aloud, tone incredulous. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“…Yeah?” Sethos responds, confusion evident on his face.
“Oh my fucking archons,” Scara says, before yanking Sethos down by his scarf and slotting their lips together. Sethos lets out a surprised ‘mph!’ before very eagerly reciprocating, bringing his hands up to Scara’s hips and pulling him closer.
Sethos’ lips are as soft as Scara thought they would be and he can’t help but run his tongue over them. In an instant display of submission, Sethos parts them to allow Scara entrance. He immediately licks into the other man’s mouth, savoring his taste and the feeling of Sethos’ tongue against his.
Pulling away, Scara looks Sethos right in the eye and speaks lowly. “I want you to do anything, as long as you do it to me.”
“Gods, ok,” Sethos says, and yanks Scara ever closer by the hips and crashes their lips back together.
Scara winds his arms around Sethos’ neck and tangles his fingers in the hair he’s longed to run his fingers through for so long. He leads Sethos to push him closer against the wall, completely boxing him in.
Their exchange is a furious back and forth filled with want, the both of them yearning for more, more, more the longer they taste each other. Feeling the tug of need deep in his abdomen, Scara can’t help but pull Sethos closer. He grinds their hips together, smirking into their kiss when he hears a whimper and notices a growing hardness against his leg.
Giving Sethos a moment to breathe, Scara breaks their kiss to give the other man’s neck his attention. He kisses below Sethos’ ear, trailing below his jaw, and makes his way down to the top of his shirt collar. Scara relishes in every little sound that Sethos, still trying to catch his breath, makes. Longing to hear more breathy moans and almost whimpers, Scara sucks right below the brunet’s ear and is immediately rewarded by a loader moan.
“Shhh,” Scara pulls away. “Don’t let anyone hear.”
“O-ok.”
“Quite the submissive little thing, aren’t you?” Scara teases, watching the desert dweller’s face grow redder.
Deciding to take his teasing a bit further, the puppet nudges Sethos’ crotch lightly with his leg. Sethos lets out a soft whimper into the puppet’s ear and Scara feels the sharp tug of arousal gather in his abdomen.
“If you can’t be quiet, we’ll have to put that pretty mouth to work,” Scara says, a dangerous look in his eyes.
“Yes, please, Scara,” Sethos says. He immediately drops to his knees (with some effort in the small space) and when he looks up, Scara momentarily forgets how to breathe. His hair is mussed and wild, his pupils are dilated, and Scara swears he can see little hearts reflected in them.
Sethos moves to untie Scara’s shorts and hovers his hands over the drawstring. “May I?”
“Get on with it,” Scara says breathlessly. The desert dweller tugs on the knot of the draw string, then lets Scara’s shorts drop to the floor, revealing his undergarments. His boxers are stained with his slick.
Running his hands up and down the sides of Scara’s hips, Sethos leans in and presses a firm kiss to the puppet’s still-clothed cunt. Legs shaking, Scara buries his fingers back in Sethos’ hair, the anticipation nearly eating him alive. Warm fingers slide under Scara’s waistband, pulling his underwear down to the floor, a trail of slick connecting it to his cunt.
Clit twitching, Scara shivers at the feeling of warm breath and cool air against his bare pussy. He glances down and takes in the view below him.
Sethos is somehow more of a masterpiece on his knees, his eyes filled with eagerness, lust, and pure want as he eyes up Scara’s pussy. His tongue peeks out between his lips and his face is flushed red as a tomato. Scara’s eyes travel lower, finally landing on the sizable bulge in the other man’s pants. Almost shuddering at the sight, Scara gushes a new wave of slick at the thought of Sethos’ dick stretching him, filling him, fucking him.
Without warning, Sethos leans ever closer and licks through the puppet’s folds, eliciting a soft whimper from Scara. Sethos starts slowly dragging his tongue over every inch of Scara’s cunt, as if to memorize the shape of it.
Hiking one of Scara’s legs over his shoulder for easier access, Sethos holds the other man steady as he increases the intensity of his ministrations. He sucks on Scara’s twitching clit tenderly, pushing his tongue against it and teasing it mercilessly. Sethos pushes on the small of Scara’s back, urging him ever so closer and providing him with no escape.
The warm feeling of arousal tingles underneath Scara’s skin as Sethos’ tongue prods against his hole, dipping inside ever so slightly. The hand on Scara’s back releases him, allowing him to lean back against the wall.
Pulling back, Sethos brings his fingers to his own slick covered mouth and generously covers them in saliva, maintaining eye contact throughout the entire act. He then moves to massage the outside of Scara’s pussy, teasing around his hole. A question in his eyes, he looks up once again.
“Can I…?”
Scara tries to muster up the most withering stare he can, but based on the other man’s lewd expression, it doesn't work.
“If you don’t stick your fingers in me right now, I’ll throw you off the Divine Tree.” Scara manages.
“No, you won’t,” the brunet chuckles softly before gently thrusting one finger inside the other man.
His reaction is immediate, the feeling of a warm, calloused finger massaging against his walls causing him to shake like a leaf and groan out in pleasure. It slips in and out smoothly, the slide eased by the Scara’s slick and Sethos’ spit. Sethos presses another finger in with little resistance, then leans forward once more and continues to mouth at Scara’s clit. The little sparks of pleasure from both inside and outside quickly stimulate Scara and drive him closer to his climax.
“S-sethos-” Scara gasps as a third finger is pushed inside him, stretching him out nicely. “I’m- hah-”
Sethos sucks on the other man’s clit and increases the speed of his fingers, sensing the other man’s impending climax. The arousal burns through Scara, burying his fingers in Sethos’ hair and trying his best not to thrust himself onto the other man’s fingers.
At one last thrust, Scara finds himself convulsing with pleasure around Sethos’ fingers. His knuckles turn white with their grip on the brunet’s hair, and he bites his lip firmly to keep from crying out from the intensity of his climax. His inner thighs are covered in slick and he begins to shake even more violently than before.
Slowly, Sethos retracts his fingers and drops the other man’s leg from his shoulder to steady Scara. The desert dweller’s face is soaked in slick, but he ignores the mess and turns his focus to Scara.
“You ok?” He says, massaging circles on Scaramouche’s hips.
“Of course I am,” Scara responds, panting heavily. “Stand up, little bee.”
Scara tugs on the other man’s hair, almost dragging him up to eyesight. He once again pulls Sethos close to furiously smash their lips together, tasting himself on Sethos’ tongue, his own slick smudging against his mouth. Sethos pushes closer and Scara feels the bulge in his pants press against him.
He pulls away, then with some effort, turns around and pushes his ass against Sethos’ groin in what he hopes is a seductive way.
“Won’t you fuck me now?” He pants, looking back at Sethos. The desert dweller, slightly taken aback with his eagerness, nods and begins fumbling with his own pants.
“Yeah, cool cool cool,” he says and pulls his cock out of his pants. Internally cursing himself, Scara regrets his decision to take it from behind. Although it would be easier in this position in the small space, now he is unable to finally see Sethos’ dick. Not that he was thinking about it beforehand.
He has little time to regret his decision, however, because he swiftly feels the head of the brunet’s cock just barely pressing against his pussy. His artificial heart beats faster and faster with excitement when he feels Sethos’ hot breath and a soft whisper next to his ear.
“Can I… keep going?” Sethos says, low and breathy. His fingers have resumed their place rubbing circles into Scara’s hips.
“Please,” Scara says, surprised with the ease the word falls from his mouth.
Sethos grunts softly and begins to push inside. His pace is slow as he allows Scara to get used to the intrusion, but his grip on the other man’s hips tighten with restraint.
“Faster. And harder,” Scara says sharply. “I won’t break.”
Taking a sharp inhale, Sethos buries his face in the crook of Scara’s neck and thrusts fully inside Scara with some restraint, as if to test if he really wouldn’t break. Scara makes a noise of discontent at that, urging him to move faster.
Thrusting deeper and harder, Sethos’ arms move to wrap around Scara’s waist, pulling the two of them together even more. He lets out soft little whimpers, muffled by Scara’s neck.
“G-good bo-” Scara starts, but is cut off by the feeling of Sethos beginning to mouth at his neck, softly sucking at his sensitive skin, and a louder whimper in his ear. “You like that? Being praised?”
Scara bites down a moan as Sethos sucks sharply at the juncture between his shoulder and neck.
“A-answer my question, buzzing little bee.”
“I…” A stuttering thrust. “I like it.”
“Good.”
The simple word of praise, so out of character for Scaramouche, has Sethos begin fucking into the puppet with reckless abandon, causing him to brace himself against the wall with his arms. Scara’s cool composure, having begun to crack a while ago, finally breaks as he begins to gasp and shudder.
The slide of Sethos’ dick is slowly driving Scara insane, the sweet friction against his walls sending bursts of pleasure throughout his body. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge for the second time that day, the electric arousal burning under his skin. He involuntarily tightens around Sethos’s cock, the other man gasping.
“Scara… Scara, I’m getting close,” Sethos breathes heavily in the aforementioned man’s ear. “Do you- do you want me to-“
“Don’t you dare pull out,” snaps Scara. “Fuck- Fucking fill me up, Sethos.”
“Gah- yeah, okay, whatever you want baby-“ Sethos manages to pant out a few disjointed words while speeding up and pounding Scara into the wall. His arms wrap around the puppet tighter as he obliges and finishes with a few powerful thrusts inside the other man.
Scaramouche lets out a small whimper as he feels the cum inside him and Sethos continues grinding his hips against him after he finishes. The brunet brings a shaking hand down to Scara’s clit, rubbing him over the edge in seconds. Scara tenses and spasms on Sethos’ cock, bringing him to the edge of overstimulation.
Scara slouches against the wall with exhaustion, feeling the pressure of Sethos’ strong arms hold him up and support him.
“Sethos… Give me a minute,” Scara mumbles, gripping the other man’s arms around him. “…Because I wanna go again.”