[private] [Mature] Darkness is needed for light to shine - Nihlus

[Nuage]

A child of the stars and the sky, and yet bound to the ground with invisible chains. That was how mother had always described him, referring to both his linage – in special his sire – and his usually dreamy state of being. She would often tell him to not walk with his head in the clouds, whenever she found him daydreaming. Nuage simply couldn’t help himself, by the time his thoughts started drifting, it was often too late already.

Though he had grown from child to young stallion, Nuage is still very much of a dreamer; the type to spend more time lost in thought than in the company of others. However, he could fantasize about such thing for hours and hours, yet when it comes to business, he always finds himself shying away.

It all lead to the gigantic oak near river becoming his best friend. The trunk alone was incredibly wide, and the branches reaching far into the sky. Through touching it, the bay and sky blue stallion does not have any trouble at all to imagine himself touching the said sky. Even in autumn it is impressive, and it still has enough leaves – though they were all rapidly coloring into brown, red, orange and yellow shades – to cast shade across yards of land. Unlike spring and summer the shade isn’t solid, but has sunlight peeking through where leaves had already fallen down.

The leaves crackle which each step, caused by his hooves that slowly cross the distance between himself and the widespread trunk. Nuage can already hear the rushing of water, and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. He likes those sounds, hence why he is drawn to this place so often. The U-turn river flows a little off to the west from where he’s standing, the declining autumn sun warming his back.

He does not stop at the trunk, only lingering around it for a short while, before turning west. He doesn’t cross the grass meadow, but instead finds shelter in a copse of trees. From there he slips onto the riverbank, intending to drop his head to drink from the water. Instead he finds himself staring at his own reflection; from his sky blue hair to the glowing star, partially hidden from view by his forelock. A good thing, if you’d ask Nuage, the light simply attracted too much attention, and not only equine attention.

[Sid]
Pleeaase bear with me, haven't done boys in a loooong while and he's new on top of that. <3

[Nihlus]

There's holes inside of him, ones he cannot fill. Left there by his own doing no doubt (by his useless wanderings, by his constant complaining, by the distance he placed between himself and his family). Holes that, as time wore on, stopped being fashionable and began to tug at his skin in an uncomfortable way until it began to tear.

Imagine, a boy torn to shreds by loneliness.

He isn't looking when he finds the boy - or maybe he is, he couldn't tell you if he tried - but he is looking when he does. Faintly glowing eyes taking in the wonder of his youthful figure, of the way the boy's forehead glows too. There's a nicker stuck somewhere in the back of Nihlus's throat, but he doesn't put any effort into dislodging it.

Instead, he's approaching, not in a way that would frighten the boy. Slowly and with his ears perked all the way forward, nostrils flaring, breathing in his sky-bound scent.

Even before a word is traded between them, Nihlus reachs out to touch him. His dark black mouth (so contrasted by this boy's blue lips) traces the sharp slope of the stranger's withers, down to the small of his back, tasting his youth and wonderlust, studying the way his skin twitches beneath such a light, teasing touch. There, at the crest of his hip, Nihlus ends his run-on sentence with a careful nip - testing, pushing, needing.

"Hello, beautiful."

@[~Sapphire~]
...Enjoy.

[Nuage]

Droplets of water drop down from his blue lips. They form circles upon hitting the water’s surface, making the smooth surface wrinkle and disrupt his reflection. Nuage barely notices it. His eyes are focussed on the source of light coming from his own forehead; everything else gets blurred away. The sight makes him think of the sky, with in its center sun, and the foam caused by the river make the clouds.

He is so lost in thought that he never notices the dark bay stallion approaching, not until he is standing a couple of meters away. Slowly he lifts his head, to glance at the other male, yet not daring to fully meet his gaze. It is too intense, and enough to make Nuage shudder. He glances away, flustered and unsure of what to do.

The dark stranger makes the decision for him. A soft gasp leaves his lips at the first contact between them, and under the light touch he shudders once again. Oh shit. His muscles instantly tense in anticipation, sky blue tail pressed tightly between his buttocks. Unable to help – or control – it he starts to fade, turning invisible for a short second shyly wanting to disappear from view. Like that Nuage flickers in and from sight a couple of times, his back solid underneath the stranger’s touch. On instinct he ghosts after the touch, curving his back and leaning to the left where the other stallion is standing. The nip effectively pulls Nuage back to earth with a startled gasp, followed by a shaky exhale.

His first reaction is to lean in closer, pressing himself up against the dark bay in order to replace the lost touch. Then, realising what he is doing, he is soon to quickly take a few steps sideways, turning his front to the stranger rather than his side. Even though the touch still lingers on his withers and hip.

Slowly, his eyes lift from where he had been staring at the water – without really looking at it – to meet the stranger’s gaze. The words make the blood rush to his cheeks, and other parts of his body, and flustered like that Nuage meets the stranger’s heated blue gaze. The blue of his eyes glows, trapping Nuage’s gaze with them. Unable to look away he stares up at the taller stranger, swallowing the sudden dry lump in his throat. ”Hi..” he murmurs, then glances away, his gaze finally being released from the intense gaze.

@[Sid] <3

[Nihlus]

He is sweet.
Like honey, sliding down Nih's throat with a syrupy ease.
It's almost too much to handle, this beautiful sky boy. The way he looks towards Nih but can't seem to meet his gaze; the way his body shudders like a stuttering sentence, and that little tail tucked so neatly between his buttocks. Oh, yes, it is nearly too much. But Nihlus restrains himself. This boy - this man - is too sweet to go through quickly.
He is worth savoring.

The boyish gasp that leaves the stranger's lips sends tingling sensations all across the titan's body; he stiffens in a jolt, no subtlety, oh no, not for someone so perfectly shocking. A low, appreciative "Ooh..." is breathed when the sky-boy begins flickering, an tone of condescending admiration. "Tricky little piece, aren't you beautiful?" His tongue is tracing the muscle of the other stallion's hip bone as he leans in, needing, wanting, delirious - but, with a cruel smile, Nihlus nips the boy and dies a million deaths at his breathy exclamation.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." His words are low still, hushed and chuckled as Nuage leans into the empty space between them, his tiny fifteen hand form fitting perfectly into Nihlus' massive seventeen hand frame. His lips have just met with the stallion's sensitive inner ear, but suddenly he's stepping away, putting that distance back between them.

Ah well... Things that are sweet so often require chasing. But he's always enjoyed running.

He looks so beautifully innocent as his baby-blue eyes drift shyly from the water's edge to Nihlus's strong, forceful stare. And that voice - when finally put into a word, single though it may be, it causes another snap of electricity and blood to race through Nihlus.

He steps forward, forcing the boy to hold his gaze - but when their noses are barely an inch apart, when he can taste the excitement in the other's rapid breath and smell his arousal, Nihlus stops. With a broad, knowing smirk, he glances at Nuage's blue lips, and then bounces back up to his eyes, a whispered drawl falling from his own greedy mouth:

"Do you have a pretty name, to match your pretty face?"

Nihlus

that's all I want

[Nuage]

Oh shit. This feels amazing. A shake breath escapes past his lips and his eyes threaten to fall closed. Whatever the other man was doing to him, Nuage liked it. All of it, and wanted more of it too. But he wouldn’t voice that out. The voice, the tongue, the magic the dark man worked was clearly working. ”S-sorry..” he whispers, only meeting the stranger’s gaze for a short moment before glancing away. ”Can’t help it..” Nuage’s stomach tightens, and the flutter of anticipation, want and desire rises with each little touch.

Addicting, it is so very addicting. It both scares and excites him, make him long for more and at the same time wanting to run from it. He doesn’t know what is happening, what his body is telling him, but more importantly; what the stranger’s body language is telling him. What Nuage does know is how his words are reassuring, just as leaning into the broad chest of the taller male gives him a strange sense of safety.

Silently the bay and blue stallion curses himself. One thing to break free from that too fucking amazing thing, curse his shyness, but it was even worse to feel lost when staring at the stranger. The lump in his throat is instantly back, and Nuage finds himself unable to meet the glowing blue gaze. Backing away from the intense dark male is completely out of the question too.

His breath is shallow, and he is so very much aware of the other male. From the warm breath that hits his tender nose, to the eyes that hungrily roam his figure, and let not forget to mention how close they are standing. All without actually touching. They could have just as well been magnets, feeling the strong pull between one another, and rising tension the longer they try to fight it.

The man’s voice pulls a soft moan from him, one he cannot conceal behind his blue lips. Lips he is gently nibbling by the time he manages to make himself to look up. The spark it cause is enough to make Nuage shudder again, and almost his eyes break contact again. ”Nuage..” he mumbles shyly, cursing himself for the weak and almost stuttered reply. ”It means cloud.” Why Nuage shares that particular bit of information he does not know, the words had been spoken before he had even been aware he was about to say them. It’s enough to make him glance away, teeth sinking in his lower lip.

What now? The silence isn’t exactly unpleasant – heck, it only makes Nuage feel more thrilled and aroused – but his nerves make him want to babble. He doesn’t recognize himself like this; the handsome stranger is turning him into one big mess. ”What is your n-name?” Starting off strong, or so he thinks, only to end with an almost too high pitched voice for a young stallion.

Damn you, Nuage.

[Nihlus]

Oh, little darling, how easy can you make things? Too easy by far, and yet Nihlus does not take advantage of you, of your delicate state and easily untangled legs. No, something stays his hand - a hand that has slowly been riding up your thigh. There's something in your eyes - in your stuttered words - in your essence - it tempers the steel that forms in Nihlus' gut.

Tempers, to a fine, exquisite point.

Shocks of arousal are coursing through the broad stallion by the time they are nose to nose, with the gorgeous man opposite him moaning into his mouth, begging for more with that simple, hallucinogenic noise. The shocks only become more powerful when the stranger absent-mindedly lips nibbles the sensitive skin on Nih's lips - absolutely lost to the sensations inspired there, his own moan tears the silence between them. Louder, more possessive, as if he can't wait much longer before this boy forces his hand to shoot the rest of the way up his inner thigh.

Nuage.. It means cloud. How fitting, for his name to mean such a thing. Nihlus watches as his little plaything bites his lower lip then, eyes bouncing as if there is no one place good enough for them to rest, and somehow, a smidgen of feeling wriggles its way through the fiery furnace of Nihlus' deep seated arousal. "Hey, it's alright, that's a perfect name." The bark-lined stallion is reaching out again, taking his own turn to nibble and kiss Nuage's sky-blue lips. "I love it."

As his confidence returns, Nuage looks up and manages a whole sentence, nearly stutter free - but Nihlus loves the stutters, he loves the trembling, he loves the way Nu can only look at him from beneath his eyelashes. He steps closer, pressing his massive sideline against the smaller stallion, feeling the heat radiate from between both of their legs, wondering if Nu can feel it, too. It's undeniable now, whether he feels it or not. And it's begging to be set free.

His velveteen lips find the sensitive, membranous skin of Nuage's inner ear - and there he places a whisper, a mark, a claim: mine, and you better damn well remember it.

"Nihlus."

He grins; grabs the little stallion's ear between his teeth and slowly pulls away, feeling the thin flesh glide through them harmlessly.

"But 'lover' suits me well, too."

Nihlus

that's all I want

[Nuage]

He is completely at the other man’s mercy, handing over all reins of control. It is scaring and exciting at once, a tug and a pull between two opposites. A part of Nuage wants to shy away from the touch, where the other part is selfishly wanting more of it. There is trust between them, an understanding, in which the sub fully offers himself to his dom. Because the dom would look after both of them. And there really is no question who the more dominant is out of the two.

The arousal is thick in the air, but at this point Nu cannot decide who it is coming from. Either he was making a complete idiot out of himself, or the stranger was hitting on him hard. Both, probably. Every touch, look, and whispered words only make Nuage’s arousal flare more. He is practically beaming, and that is not a reference to the glowing star on his forehead.

”Huh?” he looks up, blinking his eyes at the other male, flush on his cheeks. He doesn’t know what he likes more, the little praise or the lips against his own. Slowly Nuage finds himself leaning in more and more, soft content sighs escaping past his lips. ”You do?” Because, fuck, he might have given his dom the reins, that does not mean he is not looking for confirmation and reassurance.

When their sides are pressed flush together, his first reaction is to tense. His eyes wide and full of questions, questions he doesn’t dare to ask nor shows by holding the dark bay’s eyes long enough. He simply can’t. His stomach is all tense, strange sensation swirling within, but soon Nuage is melting into the man’s side. He fits perfectly, the big bay practically fits as a clock around him, completely engulfing Nu’s smaller frame with heat.

Tickles. But he doesn’t dare to speak the words. He would rather withstand the tickling than have the man pull away. The touch makes Nu shudder, again, and his eyes fall half closed. ”Nih..“ Another moan escapes past the barrier of his lips, the husky voice granting him the favour of knowing the man’s name bringing him pure ecstasy.

Though unable to hold his gaze, Nuage fully looks away. From eyes dashing to follow movements to shortly glancing up through his lashes. He is simply tóó aware of Nihlus. He cannot help it but to shake his head, ears flapping around his head, but it doesn’t make him feel any less hot. Oh dear lord, what is happening to him?

Something in the words make the bay and blue boy – because that is definitely how he feels right now, unexperienced and so needy – look up. His eyes meet Nih’s glowing blue ones, and this time Nuage is unable to look away, gaze locked.

Nu’s cheeks flush, his lips parted, breath shallow. ”Make me.” Nu likes to believe that it is the dry lump and his tight throat that make his voice so hoarse and right on needy. Insecure his ears flick around, and the look upon his features is one of pure need and a hint of fear. Would Nihlus turn him down?

[Nihlus]

No, there really is no question about who the dom might be between the two of them - but there are other questions, ones that inspire a similar conflict in Nihlus as exist in Nuage. As he stands with the full length of his body pressed to his sub, Nihlus gazes into those sky-blue eyes and feelings something twist in his gut - and not the usual part of himself that does when he finds himself in these kinds of... sticky situations. Something much softer than that, and yet he wants to fight for it. There is nothing to fight, but he wants to - for whatever this feeling is, warm and lovely, in his gut.

"Of course I do," the deep voiced stallion murmurs into the curve of Nu's throat. "My beautiful Nuage..." A kiss, a flick of his tail that aims to sting his sub's trembling haunches. Mine. There's a grin of pure rapture to mirror Nu's one of ecstasy, a snarl of possession, hot and daring anyone to tell him otherwise.

The hind leg that is not slowly rubbing against Nu stomps in frustration when the little stallion moans his name - fuck me - and Nihlus barely contains himself, lashing out and grabbing Nuage's poll between his teeth... But he lets go again, grinning, teasing, watching for his sub's delicious reaction.

"Say my name again."

Make me.

"Little Nuage..." Nihlus chuckles, whispers, his every nerve attuned to the sky-stallion, no thought given even slightly to their surroundings at all. He can feel himself wanting now more than ever, needing, fighting not to truly make the boy mine. That voice, scratchy, breathy, needy, fuck, how is Nihlus supposed to resist?

"There's nothing I can't make you do."

As his growled words roll to meet Nu's delicate ears, Nihlus succumbs to his desire - and to Nuage's, too. The sky's poll tastes sweaty and virile in between Nih's rather unforgiving teeth, and beneath the brute of a stallion, his little body fits perfectly, seamlessly, as if it were meant to be there. Nih can barely breathe, never mind remember to go slow, to treat this boy like the darling he is - but at the last second he does remember, he does feel those warm fluffy feelings in his stomach, and so he takes his time - slowly - gently - the kind of lovemaking that Nihlus had yet to bestow on anyone. His moans are delirious.

"Nuage..."

It's at this guttural murmur of the man's name that Nihlus reverts to his true dominant self (though to take care of the boy as he did in the first place is also an expression of the self-same trait), taking of Nuage with a hunger that seems almost insatiable, that lasts long enough to hear Nuage cry out in return, that surely must nearly make the sub's knees buckle with pleasure - but eventually, with sweat gleaming on his hide, Nihlus too releases himself to the euphoria.

He rests for a moment, memorizing the oxytocin-infused sensation of their bodies together, of the way he could stay like this forever, with the masculine drumming of their breathing his eternal lullaby. And yet the way they stick together as he slides off of Nuage is also worth remembering, and surely, he will. Nihlus will remember everything about the stallion - more than perhaps he has ever remembered about anyone else before.

He comes alongside Nuage quietly, and presses a kiss to the sweaty blue lips he has already come to love. His eyes - glazed over, bedroomy - exude pleasure and comfortableness, a reassurance that what they had just shared was not something to be insecure about. No, not at all.

"Hello, my love."

Nihlus

that's all I want

[Nuage]

He is oblivious to the fight Nihlus is looking for, but it is impossible to ignore the dark bay stallion’s need. It doesn’t scare Nuage – he knows that Nih will take care of him – and his own need and desire rise to match hid dom’s. On instinct he tilts his head, offering Nihlus his throat with half lidded eyes and parted lips.

”Oh” is the surprised, throaty sound coming from his lips. The sting of Nihlus’ tail’s slap introduces him to a whole new sensation. He relishes the burn, and Nuage finds himself shifting slightly in an attempt to hunt after the tail, almost disappointed that it is gone as soon as it had come.

He is flushed, almost ashamed by his own reactions and the need for this practical stranger. Nuage leans into Nihlus’ form, into his touch, and basks himself in it. Even in the sudden hold of is poll. He almost – almost – moans, surprising himself when disappointment rushes through him when Nihlus releases him without as much of a gentle tug. Heatedly he glances away from the intense glowing blue eyes, shuddering at the demand made from him. ”N-Nihlus..” he whispers breathy, wetting his blue lips right after.

His name is enough clue for the bay and sky blue male to force himself to look up, slowly lifting his head to meet Nihlus’ gaze through his lashes. He is very well aware of the mess that he is, and though a part of him wants to hide it, another wants to fully open himself up to the other male. Doesn’t a dom lie claim upon all of his sub? Nuage’s eyes hold Nihlus’ (or is it the other way around?), each whispered word reaching his words with ease. His world resolves around the dark bay male, everything else forgotten. In his little world, it is just the two of them.

A world that gets even smaller when Nihlus weight rests upon him. Nuage quivers, his lips parted in favour of letting small breathy breaths pass. His muscles tense, anticipation running wild, and his tail makes room to let Nih pass. His elegant head is raised high, not to ease his stand with the extra weight – for that he would have to lower his head – no, Nu curves his back simply because the stronger male demands it of him with a tug and pull of his teeth.

Nihlus is all around him. Strong legs grasping his flanks – fitting there perfectly – and holding him in place, and across his withers Nih bends his neck, hungry lips and teeth never leaving his flesh long. And all Nuage can do is take it. The sensations become his whole world. He can only see Nihlus out of the corner of his eyes, but his gaze is cloudy and far beyond. Soft moans spill from his lips at all these new sensations; from light-headedness to flutters in his stomach and pure and raw need. There is longing for gentleness, and yet, at the same time, Nuage is hungry for more. Raw and hard, to convey the passion and desire between them. Without realising it he pushes his hips back, meeting each trust with much enthusiasm.

Between them, Nuage is the first one to spill. He hadn’t known it was possible –  not that he had ever really given it a thought. Sex hadn’t really been on his mind other than seasonal urges when the testosterones were thick in the air – to come without, well, yeah, stimulation down there, and yet, he has. Quite shamelessly too, and that is exactly what flusters him.

For a while he isn’t able to ponder over it. He’s sensitive, very sensitive, and every rub and push of Nihlus inside him prolongs his own pleasure. He is on cloud nine, panting and moaning and pushing back shamelessly. Shuddering and moaning Nihlus’ name as the dark bay finishes too. Suddenly things are extremely quiet around them, the only sounds coming from their panting and heartbeats as they try to catch their breaths. Nu barely registers how he is soaked in sweat, nor does he notice Nihlus sliding down.

He is lost, his thoughts drifting away as his body is overwhelmed by many different emotions and feelings; the pleasure making him tingle through his whole body. Slowly his head had dropped a little, eyes half closed as he stares into oblivion. Nuage had reached subspace. A bit numb and mindless he leans into the touch, moaning softly as the gentle touch is too much for his sensitive skin, and yet Nu cannot pull away.

Nihlus’s words – and more prominently; his claim – pull Nuage back to the here and now. He sucks in a breath, and shudders as his eyes glance down. What would Nihlus think of it, of his incompetence? Would he think of Nu as pathetic now he came this quick? Nuage doesn’t dare to ask, afraid of the answer he might get. However, he does, murmur softly; ”Yours.” Because that is what he is, utterly and fully Nihlus’.

But was Nihlus’ his too? His teeth sink into his own lip again, eyes slowly lifting from the ground to seek Nih’s glowing blue eyes. Once again he is lost in their beauty, and they have him frozen – wide eyed – and speechless for a moment. The lump in his throat is back, and Nuage has to fight the urge to glance away. Nihlus’ gaze is just so freaking intense. Would he ever be able to meet gaze fully? The idea has him shivering under that said gaze.

In order to speak his mind, to ask his question, he first has to swallow the lump in his throat. He has lost the sudden braveness; he is insecure and shy all over again. Stupid, if you thought about what they had just done, the smell of sex still in the air and sticking to their sweaty bodies. ”Yours..” he repeats softly, for a moment glancing away, then forcing himself to meet Nihlus’ gaze again. Then he whispers, from his position pressed up against the dark bay’s side.

”You mine too?”

[Nihlus]

Nihlus can't help but darkly grin when he catches Nuage dazed with pleasure and reckless abandon. The expression suits the cloud-boy, high in the atmosphere where most can't reach. And Nihlus had been the force to send him there. His nerves tingle at the realization, that that love-struck smile curling on his now-lover's lips was there because of him. He'd gotten laid tons of times before this, and he'd seen that same expression on other's faces... But on Nuage's darling blue lips and shining blue eyes, well, it was just somehow different. And not in a bad way.

The man almost regrets having spoken as he watches Nu get ripped out of subspace, his eyes refocusing and his lips parting to take in a much-needed breath. Nihlus frowns though, catching a hint of shade in his lover's expression, concerned at this change. Their sweat still rises in steam above them, and their seed is making messes in various places; Nihlus likes the mess. He likes that his affect over Nu had been powerful enough to bring him to peak so quickly. He likes... this. All of this.

"Yes, mine," He rasped lowly, angling his face to try and catch Nu's eye. "Only mine." His nose presses to Nu's, reassuring, guiding him back to that part of space where only the reverberations of pleasure are felt. His lover need not feel shame - not at all.

And yet the boy still bites his lower lip and fails miserably at yet another eye-contact attempt, though Nihlus figures it has less to do with shame now and more to do with blatant misgivings. And how could he blame Nu? He was obviously not a first-timer at this. And if he was being honest with himself, he'd been seeing other men, too... But in the face of one he was quickly falling for, those men were easy to forget. For now, at least.

It might not be so easy later on.

Nuage presses further into him then, and Nihlus pulls him closer, wrapping the small stallion beneath his muscular neck. They fit together in a way that leaves Nihlus suddenly sleepy and content, full of warm post-orgasmic trills. More than occasionally his lips find a part of Nuage to idly kiss and worry at, and eventually, as sleep claims them both, he answers his lover's final question, in just as low of a whisper.

"I'm all yours, my love. Every odd end."

Nihlus

that's all I want

@[Nuage]