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Xavier's side trembled as Rafayel's nail dragged along the edge of the paint, before flinching away as it grazed over the most sensitive spot.
"Stoppp," Rafayel huffed, "I'm trying to fix it."
"It tickles."
"You aren't even as sensitive as a Lemurian, but you're twice as squirmy."
"Maybe my painter just has too light a touch," he retorted, and Rafayel's eyes darkened at the slight.
Suddenly Xavier was being pinned on his back, Rafayel's knees on his hips, while he leaned forward to brace an arm across his chest.
Xavier's chest heaved, adjusting to the weight as he looked up at his Lemurian, who was smirking down at him.
Rafayel did use a firmer touch as he fixed up the messy lines trailing down his ribs and the front of his hips, before copying them to the other side. "There," he smiled triumphantly, letting up as he looked over his handiwork.
Xavier sat up, looking down at himself, and comparing with the markings on Rafayel. They followed a similar path, but weren't a copy, the shrinking trail of dots that trailed down his abdomen lacking the sharpness of Rafayel's scale-like triangles. "What does it mean?"
Rafayel raised a brow, but looked down at his work. He spread his tattooed index and pinky finger, grazing a path between the trails on either side with his black nails. "This…" Xavier's muscles flexed weirdly, not feeling the ticklishness of his sides, but the front of his hips were sensitive where Rafayel's fingers drew closer together. "…means I want to touch you here." Rafayel's voice was quiet, low, his fingers stopping and hovering just above the sash that held Xavier's skirt low on his hips.
Rafayel was still kneeling over his thighs, and Xavier looked at the art on him, the way it undulated like waves as it passed over the curving planes of his abs. He reached out, Rafayel grabbing his wrist. "No touching."
Xavier's eyes flicked up to him. "How long until it dries?"
Rafayel levelled him with a look somewhere between concern and disdain, like he was suddenly questioning everything about Xavier's qualifications. He could feel the blood drain out of him as he realised his mistake…
But then Rafayel was laughing and smiling, cutting the water to form a pocket of air between them. Xavier sighed and rolled his eyes, poking the Lemurian in the unpainted middle of his belly, and making him flinch away from the jab.
The pocket disappeared as Rafayel fell and swam from his lap, settling back onto his feet in front of the table, and walking to stand between Xavier's knees.
"We're not letting it set," he informed, eyes still bright with mirth.
"Do… Lemurians do this kind of ritual without touching?"
Rafayel's glance at him was heated, before shifting and looking at his chest consideringly. He dabbed the flat side of the rock in more paint, using it to slide clean strokes onto Xavier's skin. "We'll get to touch, and mess it up — leaving our marks on each other," he explained, "but save it for the ritual."
His chest was less sensitive, and he sat patiently as Rafayel painted him, making sure to keep his arms away from his sides. "Do you need to make the other colours?" His head was tilted back as Rafayel decorated his collarbone.
"Blue is traditional in Lemuria," he explained. "Red is because I can make fire underwater. And gold belongs to the God of the Sea."
Lemuria's Flame was dimmer now than when he'd arrived only a month ago… no longer a bright sunset in your eyes, but the last embers that only lit the clouds, after the sun had disappeared below the horizon.
Rows of Rafayel's little flames hung in the water, lining either side of the temple, and lighting up the small audience that had gathered.
As they reached the raised platform in front of the altar, an ornate bottle resting on it, Xavier felt himself grow hot — unsure if it was from the Flame waving only feet away, or all the eyes on them.
Rafayel's eyes were warm, even though the tight smile he offered didn't reach them, and Xavier tried to get lost in their pretty colours again — as he had many times since the man told him he had to become smitten.
Soft, gentle fingers took his chin, Rafayel's dark lashes lowering as his gaze settled on Xavier's lips, before leaning in.
It started soft, sweet; gentle presses of their lips to each other like after the whirl of emotions they'd weathered together under the stars, wrapped up in each other's arms.
Xavier's jaw relaxed as his arms found comfort around Rafayel's waist, and he could feel the Lemurian smile as his lips parted willingly, the delicate tip of a tongue darting up them.
He licked his lips instinctively at the touch, Rafayel's tongue grazing his playfully as his hand moved from Xavier's chin to his neck, fingers teasing the hair at his nape.
He expected Rafayel to press forward, deeper into his mouth as he had before — but the Lemurian's breath was already in his lungs, this was just a kiss for a kiss' sake.
The invitation was clear as Rafayel's mouth opened, tongue barely reaching past Xavier's lips, until he felt emboldened enough to chase after it.
His senses were still learning to tune out the saltiness of the water, but under that he could taste hints of sweetness as he pressed closer, pulling Rafayel against him.
He felt… bold, the way he was devouring the Sea God in front of his followers, but he wanted Rafayel to know that — at least for tonight — he was Xavier's.
He faltered as he felt Rafayel starting to grow hard against him, the newness and reality of it all starting to hit — but then Rafayel was moaning into his mouth, hands sliding down to grip at Xavier's clothes, and hips, pulling them together more firmly, until Xavier's cock started to stir with returned interest.
Rafayel matched the fervour of his kissing, and raised the heat, teasing back and forth as he tugged the sash loose. As Xavier took a breather, giving him some space to work and opening his eyes, he saw Rafayel's firelights had been extinguished, casting the rest of the temple into relative darkness.
Paint was already becoming a mess between their bellies, the smeared lines on Rafayel's waist matching the blue now on Xavier's arms, and he looked down to see his paint was in similar condition, dabs of blue marking Rafayel's arms and bracelets.
He leaned into Rafayel, burying his face in his warm neck as his hands slowly tugged Xavier's skirt down, revealing more of his skin. His fingers tangled in the fabric at Rafayel's hips, and he heard the man chuckle breathily in his ear, hands freeing and caressing the bare swell of his ass.
"Need some help, bunny?"
Xavier huffed, unsure if his skirt would still stay up if he stopped pinning it against the other man's hips. But as he backed up enough to tug at Rafayel's clothes, it held on by his cock, which was standing out more eagerly now as Rafayel kneaded and spread his cheeks.
The little startled noise he made as Rafayel's hand reached down, fingers stroking across his hole, quickly turned into a moan, embarrassment and need flushing him with heat.
He pulled his own skirt down, freeing his cock, and rocking it against Rafayel, the contrast of floaty, satiny cloth against his skin, and the hard warmth of Rafayel's length bringing out breathy moans.
His skirt floated down with his little thrusts, pooling around his feet — and leaving him fully exposed to the warm water and shadowed gazes, while he still hadn't managed to get Rafayel's cursed pants off.
He managed to slip his hand inside, fingers exploring down smooth skin, until they found the source of his warmth, wrapping around it and stroking in gentle pumps. Rafayel moaned lightly, hips stuttering at someone else's touch as he fucked into it.
The Lemurian's hands resumed their greedy squeezing, hot mouth licking and nibbling at Xavier's ear, before impatiently fiddling with his belts and pushing it all down below his balls. He moaned sweetly as his bare cock finally slid and rutted against Xavier's, sucking a sweet spot on his neck, and above his collarbone.
When he lifted Xavier against him, fucking between his thighs, Xavier's fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, looking down to capture Rafayel's lips in another kiss.
Rafayel moaned happily, walking around the altar and hoisting Xavier's legs up before setting him to kneel on the end. He grabbed the bottle behind him, flipping it upside down and removing the stopper, before carefully pouring some buoyant fluid up to his fingers, rubbing it into them and ignoring the droplets that escaped up to the ceiling.
He expertly resealed it one-handed, setting it down before settling his warm, comforting hand on Xavier's hip, and reaching between his legs.
Xavier felt the slickness brush against his balls, before an inquisitive finger stroked along his perineum, finding and circling his puckered hole. It met resistance as it tried to push in, before backing off to just stroking over it.
"Try to relax for me," Rafayel asked sweetly, petting his hip, and Xavier did, the massaging fingertip touching something more sensitive in the center as his hole started to accept it.
He bit his lip, a little moan escaping as Rafayel's slender finger slipped into him, hugged tightly as it wiggled in his grip. The hand at his hip moved to stroke his cock, and Xavier breathed sharply, rocking into it, and letting Rafayel work his way in.
That finger slid in and out, until Xavier's hole was sucking it in, trying to take more, even as Rafayel's knuckles pressed against him. He withdrew, and what had become comfortable came with more stretch this time as another finger pressed in.
His moan was barely cut off this time, finding the stretch pleasant now that the intrusion wasn't so strange to him.
"You're doing so well for me," he soothed, thumb grinding into the head of his cock and making his hips jerk, the fingers sneaking in deeper in the distraction, and making him whine with confused pleasure.
His mouth fell open with moans as Rafayel massaged and opened his hole from the inside, fucking into his hand, until he was crying out in complaint as it all went away.
Rafayel chuckled softly, taking the bottle again and nudging Xavier to lie back on the middle of the altar as he shed his pants, oiling up and stroking his cock as he knelt between Xavier's legs.
Even with his paint all messed up, he looked good, hips rolling against the slide of his grip, before he splayed Xavier's thighs, crawling forward and pressing the head of his cock against his hole.
He rubbed it against the opening, Xavier's muscle flexing and relaxing at the touch as it pushed in.
It was… It was… Ohhh…
He groaned as the thicker intrusion stretched him open, conforming his body to it as it sank slowly but inexorably deeper, until he was taking all of Rafayel, seated deep inside of him.
Rafayel breathed through his nose, muscles tight as he held himself in Xavier's heat.
When Xavier wrapped his legs around him, lifting his hips up and urging him in with his heels, Rafayel finally moved, dropping to his elbows so they could be closer.
His cock slid against Rafayel's belly, as the man's cock slid against his walls, and Xavier held his shoulders, fingers dragging through those glittery, golden epaulets, and breaking their pristine waves.
Rafayel's thrusts shuddered and paused, and suddenly Xavier's wrists were being pinned by his head, the Lemurian's eyes shining blue above him as a smirk shaped his mouth, the expression dark with desire.
"Is this for me?" He asked, leaning in to drag his nose against Xavier's chest. His hips rolled and snapped, back arched as he licked and sucked at Xavier's left nipple, before biting a mouthful of the flesh over his heart.
Xavier whined and moaned as Rafayel's thrusts hit something in him that made zings of pleasure spark through him. "Ah, yes! Yes!"
The Lemurian growled and rumbled happily, releasing his bite and licking his lips as he grinned down at him, cock switching between stroking and pounding into that sweet spot, until Xavier's mind was goo, his cock leaking into the water.
"Cum."
He squinched his eyes shut against the growing light as his mind was lost to the haze of pleasure coiling in him, warm flames licking across his belly, chest, and cock, like hot mouths, until he was spilling into the water.
As he came down, blinking away the sparkly lights in his vision, he could feel Rafayel lying on top of him, soft hair waving against his chin. He petted his back, belly starting to feel funny from all the warm water that had snuck in from their activities…
As Rafayel shifted, pulling out his softening length, Xavier's gut clenched, holding back the inflow of water as his hole relearned to close.
Rafayel looked at the ring of teeth marks on his chest with guilt, before caressing Xavier's cheek as he looked at him.
"I'm okay," Xavier promised, cupping his neck and reaching up to kiss his lips softly, Rafayel slowly relaxing into it.
His Lemurian turned them on their sides, spooning him so his back shielded Xavier from whatever remained of their audience.
His eyes drooped sleepily, watching the dim Flame flicker and dance soothingly, until Rafayel's palm covered his eyes, shielding them from the light.