[ It's been a very long time since he's felt this--it's his caste, he knows, it's who he is--but fighting has always made him feel alive, and just a little more in tune with nature and the world. He feels alive, he feels like he's fulfilling some cosmic purpose, and it doesn't help that he's told Shadowhunters to fuck off with the tip of his sword to one of their throats. It's not like they mattered, they weren't Isabelle, and he was able to see Arthur in action.
He's seen him, of course, but while asleep, and that's very different. The adrenaline doesn't flow through him as freely, he doesn't feel nearly as alive, and from the looks of it, it may be the same as Arthur.
This is the first time, he realizes, they've actively fought together. It sends a surge through him he didn't know he was capable of feeling. ]
Better than before.
[ He's still catching his breath, a trickle of green blood running down his face from his temple. Not enough to worry, but enough for his sweat soaked hair to sting once Arthur moves it away. Meliorn blinks, but otherwise his gaze is fixed on the other's. ]
[ At Mel's comment, he quirks an eyebrow, slightly baffled. Sure, the adrenaline is a thing, but there's cuts and scrapes that he can feel the sting of. Bruises that he knows for sure will feel like hell come morning.
(But maybe, maybe something about that resonates with him). ]
Couple blocks. Come on.
[ Arthur pulls away with some reluctance, carefully moves his hand so Mel's hair doesn't brush too harshly against his wound. It's not a far walk at all, just a little over a couple blocks. Then it's up the stairs, through the mailroom and lobby, and another set of stairs to the second floor. The jangle of his keys is loud in the quiet hallway, but only long enough to unlock the front door. He leans in, flicks on the light and gestures for Mel to go first.
After, he follows him in, shuts and re-locks the door, and deposits his keys in the dish nearby. There's tension here, enough he could probably cut it with a knife. But he doesn't know where to displace the energy, the leftover nerves. Unthinking, he steps closer to Mel, encroaches on his personal space. He brings his hands up to either side of his face, presumably to get a better look.
[ It's charmingly mundane, but Meliorn is having focus on things like that--there's no petty remarks, no snide comments as they walk. They're probably stepping closer than they usually do, though Meliorn only notices because at one point their shoulders bump. They say nothing until they're at Arthur's house.
He imagines it's one of many in New York.
The problem is that Arthur speaks and Meliorn realizes he's not ready for the silence to be broken, not when he's impossibly close. Meliorn can feel it, that tension, that energy, and he cuts him off two syllables in by leaning in, closing the gap between them to kiss him with both hands placed firmly on Arthur's hips. ]
Two words and they're like an invitation, a pressure crack. Mel cuts him off with a kiss and he doesn't startle with it. Instead he leans into it, mouth soft, eyes slipping shut. The seelie's hands are a heavy, warm weight on his hips. Arthur slides his own hands down, away from Mel's face, the pads of his thumbs following the line of his neck to his shoulders.
All the adrenaline, all the tension, it's filtering to the rapid beat of his heart, the wanting flush to his cheeks. Because he does want this; them working in tandem, synced up despite it all.
Crowding into his space more, he starts to walk him back towards the couch, kiss going from light and soft to something a little deeper, a little more filthy. ]
[ This is better, this silence--the tension is still there but it's twisting into something else, and Arthur deepens the kiss, hands finding Meliorn's shoulders, and Meliorn backs up willingly so long as those lips are on his.
It's about time, he thinks, if only because he's always been aware of how handsome Arthur is, even before his legs bump the edge of the couch. He'd known the moment he slipped through the veil of dreaming.
Now it's just like battle--there's no room for thought, just action, and Meliorn shifts their positions, gently nudging Arthur down on the couch, following suit almost immediately. ]
[ There's only a slight pause, enough of a break for them to breathe. Mel's pushing him down and he goes willingly, perches on the edge of the couch, a livewire. Once the other joins him on the same level, he doesn't waste time and swings a leg over, effectively sitting in his lap.
It doesn't give them a lot of room to maneuver, but that's not really what matters right now. He just wants to be close; already all of his layers feel like too much, skin hot under it all. Arthur shrugs off his jacket, pulls off his tie, lets them both crumple to a heap on the ground.
Settling his weight, he grinds down into Mel's hips, letting out a shaky breath. Fuck, that's good, but it isn't quite enough. ]
Get this off.
[ His top, at the very least. All those buckles and shit. ]
[ Arthur isn't necessarily bossy unless he wants to be, and Meliorn, pleased at having someone fit so nicely in his lap, can barely hide the smirk. He'd count on nothing less.
He reluctantly takes his hands away from Arthur's sides, lifting both of them briefly with his hips to take his clothing off. The coat and shirt are left in a similar crumpled pile next to Arthur's neatly pressed jacket. ]
No talking.
[ It's murmured, not out of reverence but out of nearly a necessity as he straightens his back. One hand moves up against Arthur's spine, drawing him close, the other back on his hip as lips find pale collarbone, nipping lightly. ]
[ Of course he's going to smirk about it, the bastard. He ignores the look, just leans away where he can so Mel has enough space to pull his jacket and shirt off. They inevitably join the pile of discarded clothes, one he's sure will get bigger as they go.
Arthur's a bit distracted by the sudden amount of skin he's greeted with though. So he re-settles in his lap, reaching both hands out to slide along his bare shoulders. For a second, there's just the near-silent rasp of skin when he drops his palms to Mel's chest, fingers dragging. ]
Fuck off.
[ There isn't any heat in it, just a reflexive admonishment. One with an edge taken away even further when he sighs at the contact, at the pressure of Mel's hands. Reluctantly, he unbuttons his own shirt, fumbling a bit when he feels teeth along his collarbone. Eventually, he gets the shirt open and untucked, excess cloth draping over his thighs. ]
[ Meliorn wouldn't have it any other way -- Arthur's words are blunt, a trait he surprisingly values, and when he kisses at the other's jaw it's to hide his own smirk, even as he pushes the linen away from the other's shoulders.
Hands are immediately back at the other's waist, gripping tighter than he should, hands digging into bone greedily. There's something about Arthur, how pale and smooth he is that Meliorn's wanted to leave bruises for weeks. He wouldn't be surprised if there was angel blood somewhere in the mundane, humming inside his veins, making him ungodly radiant and beautiful.
He stays like that, content for a brief moment before his hands find their way from hip to the other's pants, undoing Arthur's belt with absolute ease. ]
[ Shirt pushed off his shoulders, Arthur shrugs it the rest of the way off, letting it drop to the floor. It's chilly in his apartment but he can't feel it, not when Mel's fingers are leaving imprints on his hips. Maybe he has some wires crossed but he likes the marks, likes when there's a reminder for the next day.
He lets Mel undo his belt but then moves his hand away to finish the job. Patience isn't always his strong suit when it comes to these things. Unfolding himself from the other's lap, he unbuttons his trousers and lets the weight of the belt and fabric do the rest of the work. Stepping out of the puddled clothing, he drops to his knees between Mel's legs, only sparing him a quick glance. Unlike his complicated shirt, the pants are easier, and he slides a hand over his cock, palming him through his underwear. ]
[ Meliorn has broken his no silence rule, but he needs Arthur to understand this, even as he arches his back up and gasps as Arthur's hand strokes at his cock, the fabric between them just causing more friction. He can't remember the last time he was with a man--let alone a mundane.
But Arthur isn't a mundane, not really, and Meliorn leans forward to continue to bite at Arthur's neck, firm, possessive as one hand slides down his back and to the other's ass, fingers moving between the cheeks, index finger circling the other's hole. ]
[ His hand slows, just a shift and press of his palm. Arthur watches his reaction hungrily, eyes going darker when Mel bows his back, mouth parted. The muscles in his torso flex with it, lungs expanding, and he feels a slow tendril of want unfurl in his gut.
That's only hastened when Mel runs a hand along his spine, following the line of it to his ass. He shivers at the teasing touch, already sensitive nerves even moreso from the anticipation. ]
Keep touching me like that and no promises.
[ But he refocuses, tugs Mel's underwear down enough that he can wrap his index finger and thumb around the head, loosely stroking. ]
[ Whatever happened to Stamina, he wants to ask--he wants to tease, to do something other than clench his jaw for fear of crying out (and show weakness, in a strange way), but he can't. Arthur's thumb slides down his the slit on his head, and his hips betray him by jutting upwards, even if it's only in a languid fashion.
When he kisses back it's far more raw than it had been before but just as passionate, because fuck if Arthur doesn't look absolutely stunning on his lap, and Meliorn feels that shiver and can't help but feel proud. He keeps his other hand on his Arthur's hip, still a little rough, still a little demanding, and when he pulls back from a heated kiss it's with a smirk as that hand between Arthur's ass keeps teasing, index finger continuing its circling the other's hole with a near feather light touch.. ]
[ There's a trait they share, something that he appreciates as much as it pisses him off. Stubbornness, a need to be one step ahead. To be the ones holding the cards close and never showing them to anyone. But here, they're stripped of their layers, down to their skin. And as he strokes Meliorn off, the control crumples like walls of sand against a wave. He's shifting his hips up into his hand and Arthur smiles, mouth a curve even when they kiss.
It's more insistent this time, the messiness of lips and tongues and teeth that sometimes click in the abandon. Arthur's a flushed mess from his ears down to his chest, color high on his cheeks when he pulls away, breath coming in gasps. He pushes back against Mel's touch, groaning at the tease. ]
If you're gonna fuck me, let's go. [ With some reluctance, he slides out of his lap but reaches out for his hands, tugging him along to the bedroom down the hall. Here, the covers are still pulled back on one side of the bed from this morning, the only visible concession that it's a room that's lived in. Arthur keeps going until the backs of his knees connect with the bed and then he perches on the edge, pulling Mel down with him. ]
[ Arthur's pushy in every sense of the word, but his paleness deceives how much he wants it. The other's flushed pink, tips of his ears red, and the moment he willingly follows the other, Meliorn cages him with one hand on either side of his arms to lean down and kiss at the lobe, surprisingly gentle despite his urgency. the aesthetic is simply breathtaking.
He's going to have to teach Arthur patience another time--and there will be another time if he has his say in this already. Meliorn moves his hand slowly down Arthur's chest, appreciative as they kiss once more.
He may or may not be drawing this out anyway, even has both of his hands move to Arthur's legs, pushing them his knees are bent and positioning his own body in between. ]
[ He knows he's pushy. And he knows it's a trait that's irritated people in the past, annoyed by how demanding he could be. How he was full throttle, all the time, without reservation.
(With partnerships, if they happened, they were aggravated that it felt like he couldn't take it easy, that he was just there for the sex and nothing else. Maybe they weren't so wrong; but this isn't that, not for him).
Mel slows things, goes soft on purpose and his breath hitches at the odd gentleness. Arthur's full of sharp edges, precision built, but he feels the shift in the space between them and he wants to meet it somehow. When he kisses back this time, it's less urgent and more passionate, enjoying it for what it is. Easily, he lets his knees drop open to accommodate Meliorn's step into his space, sighs at the warm press of his body.
After a moment, he shifts up onto the bed more, tugging the other along with him, kissing a line down his neck once he does. His hands slide down his shoulders and then his sides, nails scratching lightly along the skin. ]
[ It was only a matter of time, he supposes, though there's a semi detached part of his mind that's surprised Arthur seems to find him attractive. He'd pegged Arthur for the type of guy to like a more muscled look, more inherently masculine, but those nails tell him otherwise. It's enough to spur him on, hair falling to curtain his face as he kisses down the other's chest. Arthur is impatient, needing, and Meliorn wants nothing more than to drag this out as long as possible because of this. ]
[ It's a bit of an odd angle to watch Meliorn from, but he tips his chin down anyway, gaze intent as the other works his way down his chest, the waves of his hair skimming across his skin. Arthur squirms under the contact, letting out a moan that's more of a content sigh. Taking it slow is– well, it's not what he usually does, but if this is what the fae wants, he'll allow it.
Reaching out, he traces the shell of Mel's ear, following the line of it to the scar on the one side of his face. His fingertips linger there, just on the crest of his cheekbone, memorizing the feel. ]
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Date: 2018-06-27 04:16 am (UTC)He's seen him, of course, but while asleep, and that's very different. The adrenaline doesn't flow through him as freely, he doesn't feel nearly as alive, and from the looks of it, it may be the same as Arthur.
This is the first time, he realizes, they've actively fought together. It sends a surge through him he didn't know he was capable of feeling. ]
Better than before.
[ He's still catching his breath, a trickle of green blood running down his face from his temple. Not enough to worry, but enough for his sweat soaked hair to sting once Arthur moves it away. Meliorn blinks, but otherwise his gaze is fixed on the other's. ]
Your apartment is close, is it not?
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Date: 2018-06-27 05:20 am (UTC)(But maybe, maybe something about that resonates with him). ]
Couple blocks. Come on.
[ Arthur pulls away with some reluctance, carefully moves his hand so Mel's hair doesn't brush too harshly against his wound. It's not a far walk at all, just a little over a couple blocks. Then it's up the stairs, through the mailroom and lobby, and another set of stairs to the second floor. The jangle of his keys is loud in the quiet hallway, but only long enough to unlock the front door. He leans in, flicks on the light and gestures for Mel to go first.
After, he follows him in, shuts and re-locks the door, and deposits his keys in the dish nearby. There's tension here, enough he could probably cut it with a knife. But he doesn't know where to displace the energy, the leftover nerves. Unthinking, he steps closer to Mel, encroaches on his personal space. He brings his hands up to either side of his face, presumably to get a better look.
Instead, he pauses, initial scrutiny forgotten. ]
Can I–
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Date: 2018-06-27 06:51 am (UTC)He imagines it's one of many in New York.
The problem is that Arthur speaks and Meliorn realizes he's not ready for the silence to be broken, not when he's impossibly close. Meliorn can feel it, that tension, that energy, and he cuts him off two syllables in by leaning in, closing the gap between them to kiss him with both hands placed firmly on Arthur's hips. ]
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Date: 2018-06-27 07:29 am (UTC)Two words and they're like an invitation, a pressure crack. Mel cuts him off with a kiss and he doesn't startle with it. Instead he leans into it, mouth soft, eyes slipping shut. The seelie's hands are a heavy, warm weight on his hips. Arthur slides his own hands down, away from Mel's face, the pads of his thumbs following the line of his neck to his shoulders.
All the adrenaline, all the tension, it's filtering to the rapid beat of his heart, the wanting flush to his cheeks. Because he does want this; them working in tandem, synced up despite it all.
Crowding into his space more, he starts to walk him back towards the couch, kiss going from light and soft to something a little deeper, a little more filthy. ]
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Date: 2018-06-27 08:55 pm (UTC)It's about time, he thinks, if only because he's always been aware of how handsome Arthur is, even before his legs bump the edge of the couch. He'd known the moment he slipped through the veil of dreaming.
Now it's just like battle--there's no room for thought, just action, and Meliorn shifts their positions, gently nudging Arthur down on the couch, following suit almost immediately. ]
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Date: 2018-06-27 09:32 pm (UTC)It doesn't give them a lot of room to maneuver, but that's not really what matters right now. He just wants to be close; already all of his layers feel like too much, skin hot under it all. Arthur shrugs off his jacket, pulls off his tie, lets them both crumple to a heap on the ground.
Settling his weight, he grinds down into Mel's hips, letting out a shaky breath. Fuck, that's good, but it isn't quite enough. ]
Get this off.
[ His top, at the very least. All those buckles and shit. ]
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Date: 2018-06-28 06:29 am (UTC)He reluctantly takes his hands away from Arthur's sides, lifting both of them briefly with his hips to take his clothing off. The coat and shirt are left in a similar crumpled pile next to Arthur's neatly pressed jacket. ]
No talking.
[ It's murmured, not out of reverence but out of nearly a necessity as he straightens his back. One hand moves up against Arthur's spine, drawing him close, the other back on his hip as lips find pale collarbone, nipping lightly. ]
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Date: 2018-07-01 04:55 am (UTC)Arthur's a bit distracted by the sudden amount of skin he's greeted with though. So he re-settles in his lap, reaching both hands out to slide along his bare shoulders. For a second, there's just the near-silent rasp of skin when he drops his palms to Mel's chest, fingers dragging. ]
Fuck off.
[ There isn't any heat in it, just a reflexive admonishment. One with an edge taken away even further when he sighs at the contact, at the pressure of Mel's hands. Reluctantly, he unbuttons his own shirt, fumbling a bit when he feels teeth along his collarbone. Eventually, he gets the shirt open and untucked, excess cloth draping over his thighs. ]
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Date: 2018-07-02 02:19 am (UTC)Hands are immediately back at the other's waist, gripping tighter than he should, hands digging into bone greedily. There's something about Arthur, how pale and smooth he is that Meliorn's wanted to leave bruises for weeks. He wouldn't be surprised if there was angel blood somewhere in the mundane, humming inside his veins, making him ungodly radiant and beautiful.
He stays like that, content for a brief moment before his hands find their way from hip to the other's pants, undoing Arthur's belt with absolute ease. ]
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Date: 2018-07-02 03:46 pm (UTC)He lets Mel undo his belt but then moves his hand away to finish the job. Patience isn't always his strong suit when it comes to these things. Unfolding himself from the other's lap, he unbuttons his trousers and lets the weight of the belt and fabric do the rest of the work. Stepping out of the puddled clothing, he drops to his knees between Mel's legs, only sparing him a quick glance. Unlike his complicated shirt, the pants are easier, and he slides a hand over his cock, palming him through his underwear. ]
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Date: 2018-07-02 05:11 pm (UTC)[ Meliorn has broken his no silence rule, but he needs Arthur to understand this, even as he arches his back up and gasps as Arthur's hand strokes at his cock, the fabric between them just causing more friction. He can't remember the last time he was with a man--let alone a mundane.
But Arthur isn't a mundane, not really, and Meliorn leans forward to continue to bite at Arthur's neck, firm, possessive as one hand slides down his back and to the other's ass, fingers moving between the cheeks, index finger circling the other's hole. ]
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Date: 2018-07-02 06:33 pm (UTC)That's only hastened when Mel runs a hand along his spine, following the line of it to his ass. He shivers at the teasing touch, already sensitive nerves even moreso from the anticipation. ]
Keep touching me like that and no promises.
[ But he refocuses, tugs Mel's underwear down enough that he can wrap his index finger and thumb around the head, loosely stroking. ]
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Date: 2018-07-03 04:09 am (UTC)When he kisses back it's far more raw than it had been before but just as passionate, because fuck if Arthur doesn't look absolutely stunning on his lap, and Meliorn feels that shiver and can't help but feel proud. He keeps his other hand on his Arthur's hip, still a little rough, still a little demanding, and when he pulls back from a heated kiss it's with a smirk as that hand between Arthur's ass keeps teasing, index finger continuing its circling the other's hole with a near feather light touch.. ]
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Date: 2018-07-06 08:03 am (UTC)It's more insistent this time, the messiness of lips and tongues and teeth that sometimes click in the abandon. Arthur's a flushed mess from his ears down to his chest, color high on his cheeks when he pulls away, breath coming in gasps. He pushes back against Mel's touch, groaning at the tease. ]
If you're gonna fuck me, let's go. [ With some reluctance, he slides out of his lap but reaches out for his hands, tugging him along to the bedroom down the hall. Here, the covers are still pulled back on one side of the bed from this morning, the only visible concession that it's a room that's lived in. Arthur keeps going until the backs of his knees connect with the bed and then he perches on the edge, pulling Mel down with him. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 01:34 am (UTC)He's going to have to teach Arthur patience another time--and there will be another time if he has his say in this already. Meliorn moves his hand slowly down Arthur's chest, appreciative as they kiss once more.
He may or may not be drawing this out anyway, even has both of his hands move to Arthur's legs, pushing them his knees are bent and positioning his own body in between. ]
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Date: 2018-07-12 03:46 am (UTC)(With partnerships, if they happened, they were aggravated that it felt like he couldn't take it easy, that he was just there for the sex and nothing else. Maybe they weren't so wrong; but this isn't that, not for him).
Mel slows things, goes soft on purpose and his breath hitches at the odd gentleness. Arthur's full of sharp edges, precision built, but he feels the shift in the space between them and he wants to meet it somehow. When he kisses back this time, it's less urgent and more passionate, enjoying it for what it is. Easily, he lets his knees drop open to accommodate Meliorn's step into his space, sighs at the warm press of his body.
After a moment, he shifts up onto the bed more, tugging the other along with him, kissing a line down his neck once he does. His hands slide down his shoulders and then his sides, nails scratching lightly along the skin. ]
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Date: 2018-09-22 02:26 am (UTC)Reaching out, he traces the shell of Mel's ear, following the line of it to the scar on the one side of his face. His fingertips linger there, just on the crest of his cheekbone, memorizing the feel. ]