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When Edmond was offered liquor by Aster and Morvay he hadn’t thought much of it. They were celebrating Eiden’s birthday, and the clan members were all enjoying themselves: dancing and singing and indulging themselves in the feast prepared for the occasion.
Edmond wasn’t a heavy drinker, he liked to keep a clear head in case there was an emergency. That was how he was trained as a knight. He also didn’t enjoy the bitter taste of alcohol, preferring sweet drinks and food in general. But the two had reassured Edmond, albeit drunkenly, that this was a sweet drink that was light on the stomach as well as his intolerance.
So Edmond drank it, and sure enough it was sweet- tasting of berries with barely a hint of alcohol. He sips it while the party goes on, and it pairs amazingly with the cake that Yakumo baked.
He watches Eiden dancing in the middle of the hall, being spun around by Blade, laughing loudly while Garu whines for his turn. Even in a big room filled with people Eiden stood out, bright and warm like the sun. He’s kind and empathetic, though he could be a bit of a pervert, but Eiden would always stop the moment he saw Edmond was uncomfortable.
He gets along well with everyone and he cares so deeply about all the clan members, something that Edmond admires about him.
Eiden’s gaze meets his across the room, and Edmond feels his cheeks warm when he smiles widely at him, raising a hand to beckon him. Edmond downs the last drops of his drink and makes his way towards Eiden, who waits for him with an extended hand.
Edmond flushes as he puts his hand over Eiden’s, letting himself be pulled towards him with a small oof. Eiden wastes no time entwining their fingers, his other hand snaking around Edmond’s waist. He shoots Eiden a look, at which Eiden only grins sheepishly as he holds Edmond closer.
He’ll let this one slide. It’s Eiden’s birthday after all.
“Happy birthday,” he tells him, before he forgets. Eiden’s smile grows wider as he sways them both from side to side.
“Thank you,” Eiden replies. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, Edmond.”
Edmond sputters, cheeks growing hotter at the compliment. Yakumo and Olivine had dressed him up, with Aster helping him with his hair and jewelry. He’s glad those hours spent preparing for the party paid off.
“You also look . . . good,” Edmond finishes, avoiding Eiden’s eyes.
“Just good?!” Eiden throws his head back and laughs. “I’m so hurt, Edmond!”
Edmond bites the inside of his cheek to prevent a smile. “I suppose you look more presentable than your usual self,” he teases. Eiden clutches over his chest and pretends to fall forward, head resting on Edmond’s shoulder.
“You wound me! Kuya told me I looked delectable. And that’s coming from that sly old fox!”
“Fine, you’re positively stunning tonight, Eiden.” Edmond chuckles, giving up.
Eiden lifts his head up and beams at him. He smooths over Eiden’s fringe and pats his cheek softly. Eiden catches his hand and turns his head, pressing his lips against Edmond’s palm.
Edmond’s heart skips a beat, and he feels himself melting under Eiden’s gaze.
They continue to dance and eat and sing, Edmond letting Eiden spin him around and keep him close. He likes this, the festivity, the warmth, their proximity. There was a part of Edmond that almost didn't want the party to end, but there was also a tiny portion of him that hoped he would be able to kiss Eiden on the cheek before the parted for the night.
The next thing Edmond knows, he’s being pushed against his bedroom door, Eiden’s thigh between his legs and his tongue slipping inside his mouth.
Edmond tries to push him off, but Eiden doesn’t budge, his hands gripping Edmond’s shoulders as he kisses him deeply.
It happened as quickly as a snap of a finger. One moment they were in front of Edmond’s bedroom, a little tipsy with their hands clasped tightly. Edmond leaned forward to press his lips against Eiden’s cheek, a light brush against his skin, then as he was stepping back, Eiden suddenly grabbed his face and crashed their lips together in a searing kiss.
Edmond remembers seeing Eiden’s eyes, blown wide and as if in a daze, before he got dragged inside his quarters. A chill ran through him and he couldn’t react, letting himself get manhandled by Eiden.
Edmond gasps for air when Eiden finally breaks the kiss, only to mouth down his jaw and neck, licking at his skin and sinking his teeth there, earning a yelp from Edmond.
“Eiden!” Edmond shouts, trying to turn away from him. “Just what are you doing?”
He can sense Eiden’s essence going haywire, and it’s beginning to affect his own, too.
“You smell so fucking good , Edmond,” Eiden says, nosing along the column of his throat. “I noticed earlier when we were dancing, but I held myself back. God, I just wanted to eat you up.”
Eiden pushes his thigh further up between Edmond’s legs, grinding against his crotch. Edmond can feel himself reacting, cock stiffening in his underwear. He squeezes his thighs together in an effort to stop Eiden’s leg from pushing against his erection, but it only creates a delicious friction that has Edmond moaning against his will.
Eiden begins to undress him, and Edmond struggles to keep his clothes on, but he feels weak for some reason, and all he can do is squirm as Eiden rids him of his clothing one by one.
Once naked, Eiden drags him towards his bed, pushing Edmond down onto the mattress as he climbs over him, lips finding his again.
He tries to push against Eiden’s shoulders again, but his arms seem to have lost their strength. Eiden takes a hold of his wrists and holds them up over Edmond’s head with one hand, pinning him in place as he continues his ministrations.
Edmond slowly loses himself as Eiden sucks on his tongue, using his grip on Edmond’s wrists as leverage to rock his hips slowly.
He still doesn’t understand what had gotten into Eiden for him to act this way, but he can’t bring himself to think. His mind has become cloudy and Edmond feels like he’s about to melt under Eiden’s touch.
Edmond is lightheaded and out of breath when their lips part. His eyelids have grown heavy, and as much as he wants Eiden to stop, to go back to his normal, goofy self, Edmond also can’t find it in himself to fight back anymore, even after Eiden lets go of his wrists.
Eiden presses his lips so gently over Edmond’s bare skin, leaving a trail of marks that will bloom purple. He puts his mouth over a nipple, letting his tongue circle it before suckling, and it earns a drawn out moan from Edmond, back arching off the bed at the sensation.
A small voice at the back of Edmond’s mind tells him he shouldn’t like this, that this is disgusting and unbecoming of a knight like him, but all he can feel right now is pleasure.
“You’re so pretty, Edmond. And you taste so sweet,” Eiden purrs, and Edmond watches dazedly as he touches him all over. Tugging at his semi-erect cock, rubbing over his thighs, stomach, and chest. It feels like there’s a hundred little ants crawling all over his body.
“Always wanted to fuck you,” Eiden continues, kissing down the length of Edmond’s cock, down to his balls, before pressing his lips over the skin of Edmond’s thighs. He spreads them apart with his hands, massaging the flesh with his palm as he trails more kisses and bitemarks along the skin. “To take you over and over again until you’re filled to the brim with my cum, until all you can think about is my cock inside you.”
Edmond whimpers as Eiden bites him particularly harshly, and he wonders how many times Eiden will claim him tonight, in how many ways he plans on doing it.
“I wanted to wait, you know? I wanted to know if we were on the same page,” Eiden says, breath hot over the pain of his bites. “I wanted to make sure you wanted me as much as I liked you.”
“I—” Edmond starts, wanting to tell Eiden that he does like him, that he feels strongly for him, but that maybe they should wait a little more, but he’s cut off by his own moan when he feels something wet against his taint. “Eiden, what– ah! Hnng—”
“Your essence is going crazy, Edmond,” Eiden says as he hoists Edmond’s legs up on his shoulders. The position is embarrassing enough, and it doesn’t help that Eiden is staring right into his ass. “I’ll help you fix it.”
The moan that Edmond lets out as Eiden licks a stripe up his hole is whorish, and for a moment he doesn’t realize that the sound came from himself. Eiden lets out a satisfied hum, smiling to himself.
He does it again, and Edmond shivers from his hips down to his toes. Shame coats Edmond’s skin a darker shade of red, and he tangles his fingers in Eiden’s hair with the intention of pushing him off, but it only seems to spur him on.
Eiden dips his tongue into Edmond’s tightness, and Edmond thinks this might drive him insane. He’s never felt anything like this before, and he still can’t wrap his mind around the almost overwhelming pleasure.
Just as Edmond feels his body grow taut, scorching heat coiling in his groin, Eiden pulls away. He whines despite himself, lips quivering as he looks at Eiden in confusion.
Eiden only sits up and presses two fingers against Edmond’s mouth. He parts his lips without thinking, letting Eiden’s fingers enter. They toy with his tongue, rub over his teeth. Once he’s satisfied, Eiden pulls them out, and Edmond feels the wet digits against his rim.
“Eiden—” he tries, voice breaking a little. “We should stop– we shouldn’t. . . ”
Edmond is well aware what Eiden does with the other clan members, how their essences are best maintained, but usually Edmond is satisfied with a few kisses, with his fingers laced with Eiden’s.
Sex was a line Edmond wanted to cross once Eiden was more accustomed to being the Grand Sorcerer, once he was sure he wanted to stay here forever.
“It’s okay,” Eiden says, leaning over him again. He brushes his lips over Edmon’s ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth. “Just let me make you feel good.”
Edmond’s body welcomes Eiden’s fingers as they press in, and as he wishes he could hate it, wishes he was disgusted by it, but then Eiden curls them just right and suddenly Edmond can’t remember why he didn’t want him to do this in the first place.
Eiden fingers him for a while, stretching him out well until he deems Edmond ready. Then he lines himself up against Edmond’s hole, rubbing the blunt tip over the rim, watching Edmond flutter at the sensation.
Likely sensing Edmond’s nervousness, Eiden kisses him as he pushes in. Edmond moans at the stretch, clenching around Eiden as he buries himself to the hilt. Eiden drinks all his sounds up.
He waits a little before he starts to move, a slow rock of his hips. Edmond hiccups a few cries, wrapping his arms around Eiden’s shoulders. He’s so gentle, making true to his promise to make Edmond feel good, but Edmond fears he’ll lose his grip on his sanity with each thrust of Eiden’s hips.
Soon Eiden begins to pick up the pace, fucking Edmond deep, barely pulling out. He pants against Edmond’s skin, muttering good, so good, Edmond, fuck. Edmond sobs at the pleasure, feeling that same heat from earlier pooling in his groin again.
It doesn’t take long before Edmond cums, completely untouched, toes curling and body quivering as he spills over his stomach.
Eiden doesn’t stop. If anything he uses Edmond’s bonelessness to fuck into him harder, chasing his own high until Edmond’s crying from oversensitivity, until Eiden’s emptying his load inside of him.
Edmond twitches at the feeling of hot cum filling him up, and he’s pliant when Eiden kisses him again, mouth falling open to accommodate the tongue that licks across his lips.
He doesn’t remember passing out, but when his eyes blink open again, Eiden is sitting on his bed, leaning over him with a damp towel.
“Eiden?” Edmond’s voice is hoarse, and his mouth feels dry, but Eiden hears him anyway.
He pulls Edmond to him in a tight embrace, and Edmond thinks he hears him say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me—,” but his mind is still too muddled to make sense of it.
When Edmond finally comes to, he finds Morvay and Aster in his room, holding a tray of pancakes and tea. They look guilty, apologetic even.
Eiden stands behind them with his hands on his hips, and upon noticing that Edmond’s awake, he nudges the two towards his bed.
“We’re sorry,” the two say in chorus, as if rehearsed, and Edmond feels even more confused than when he woke up.
“For?” Eiden urges. Aster and Morvay look at him before turning back to Edmond.
“For feeding you the sex liquor,” Morvay finally says, lips jutting into a pout. He looks like he’s about to cry. “I swear I didn’t know! I didn’t even realize until after the party.”
“Sex liquor?” Edmond asks. He wishes he had requested water before speaking.
This time Aster is the one who answers. “It’s basically a drink that I–,” he glances at Morvay, “ we use when we need to . . . feed. We drink it to make our pheromones stronger, especially when we’re weakened, then the first person we touch becomes attracted to that, which makes it easier for us.”
When Edmond doesn’t answer, still trying to understand as best as he can, Aster speaks again. He offers a soft, but sincere, “We’re really sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Edmond says with a sigh. He’s glad that Eiden only behaved that way because of the strange sex potion. Though he worries if Eiden had only said those things about wanting Edmond because he was under some sort of spell.
It doesn’t matter now, Edmond thinks to himself. Not knowing the answer might be better for him.
But then Eiden is shooing the two, placing the tray of food in front of Edmond as he coaxes him to sit up. He smiles softly at Edmond, cutting up the pancakes and feeding them to him, offering another apology.
Maybe he doesn’t have to worry after all.