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Scaramouche has been acting weird lately. 

He’s always weird, but this time around it’s different. Sethos can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s been about three or four months since they started dating, so Sethos is still learning all of Scaramouche’s tells. He can tell when Scara is upset, or angry. He can tell when Scara wants some alone time, and when he just needs Sethos to be there. 

But Sethos can’t discern this tell. 

He just got back from visiting the Temple three days ago. He was gone for maybe two weeks, but he missed Scara dearly. Sethos doesn’t think he’s been smothering him, or been too clingy. Otherwise, Scara would’ve told him so. Right? When Scara is uncomfortable or doesn’t like something, he won’t hesitate to say it. 

So why does it feel like he’s holding something back? 

Sethos isn’t sure when to bring it up, or if there’s a right time to bring these things up. He doesn’t think it’ll damage their relationship, but he’d like to solve it quickly. 

As of now, he’s waiting for Scara’s class to end. Some students wave at him, already used to seeing him nearly every day. He has a cup of tea in his hands, grateful that the cafe has found a way to make drinks portable. After a few more minutes, the door to the lecture hall opens, and students flood out. As always, Scara is the last one.

Sethos smiles at him, “Hi, baby,”

Scara takes the offered drink, and takes a sip, “Hey, little bee,”

Sethos kisses his cheek, and takes his hand, leading them out of the Akademiya. “How was class?”

“Boring, and filled with stupid people,”

Sethos chuckles at him, “Better than yesterday it seems,”

“Sure, I guess,”

It’s quiet as they make their way down the long winding path, reaching Treasures Street in no time. 

“Let’s go to the forest,” Sethos says.

Scaramouche just follows him, but asks, “Why?”

Sethos shrugs, “Just wanna be with you.”

“You’re always with me,”

Scara tightens his hold on Sethos’s hand, and it makes the desert boy smile wide. “Yeah, but it’ll be different scenery,”

“As if we haven’t seen the forest plenty of times,”

“Shush, I’m trying to be romantic,”

Scaramouche smiles, and drinks his tea. Sethos has been nothing but romantic since they got together. And it’s been fun, he’ll admit. Sethos is kind, and funny. He doesn’t take shit from anyone, always telling them off with a smile on his face. Scaramouche hasn’t seen him get genuinely angry, though. He briefly wonders if Sethos would be even more handsome when he’s mad. 

However, there’s a slight problem. 

It’s more about Scaramouche than Sethos. No one is perfect, but he thinks Sethos comes close. So, it’s his own problem. 

Ever since Sethos got back from the desert— Well, no. Even before then. Maybe a few weeks ago? A month? Scaramouche doesn’t really remember, but Sethos has been more… Touchy. Scara isn’t stupid, he understands sexual desires and all of that. 

He just never experienced it. 

It makes him a little anxious when their make out sessions attempt to go further. He has to kind of distract Sethos from it, but he doesn’t think Sethos has noticed. If he has, he hasn’t said anything about it. 

On the other hand, it does make Scaramouche feel particularly good about himself. The fact that Sethos wants him, even sexually, is an ego boost, he can’t lie. It feels nice. He wants to reciprocate it, he really does, but it’s hard. It’s nerve wracking. 

Sethos finds a clearing for them deep in the forest. They’re surrounded by tall trees, their leaves blocking out the bright sun. Sethos guides him to sit against the trunk of a tree, forever the gentleman. He sits next to him, and leans on him shoulder to shoulder. 

They sit as they listen to the birds chirp, and small animals scurrying around the brush. There’s faint sounds of sumpter beasts in the distance and some shouting of their owners. It’s peaceful, and Scara relishes in it as he finishes up his tea. 

“Hey, baby?”

Sethos’s soothing voice adds to the serenity of the moment, and Scaramouche almost forgets to answer. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you asleep?” Sethos asks with a light chuckle. He turns to his boyfriend, whose eyes are in fact closed. 

“Nope,” Scara answers and opens his eyes. Dark purple meets green. 

“Good,” Sethos says, and leans forward to kiss him. 

Scaramouche tries not to think too much as he kisses his lover back. Sethos’s lips are always a little chapped, but Scara has grown used to it. Dare he say he might love it. He isn’t obsessed with kissing Sethos, but there is a sort of addiction. Scara didn’t think kissing could feel as good as it does, but maybe that’s because it’s Sethos. 

Scaramouche will enjoy anything if it’s with Sethos. 

Sethos moves closer, deepening the kiss. His hand moves down from Scara’s waist to his thigh. He gently caresses it, then slides his hand underneath. He tugs on his thigh lightly, and Scara already knows. Scara repositions himself without breaking the kiss, and sits in his lap, legs on either side of Sethos. Usually, this is as far as Scara is willing to go. He needs to think of a distraction quick before Sethos tries to go any further. 

However, Sethos is suddenly pulling away, and Scara unconsciously tries to follow his lips. Sethos laughs lightly, and caresses his cheek. 

“Relax, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” 

“Then why’d you stop?” Scara asks with a frown. 

Sethos rubs his thumb against Scara’s bottom lip, gently pulling on it, “Because you’re acting strange,”

Scaramouche quirks up an eyebrow, “Strange how?”

Sethos sighs, and puts his hands on Scaramouche’s waist. “I don’t know, I can’t tell. I just know you’re being weird. Ever since I got back, actually. Is there anything going on? Is it me? I’d like to solve this quickly,” 

He’s so serious and it makes Scara feel weird. He doesn’t see Sethos this serious that often, so he knows the man means business. Scara sighs quietly; there’s no point in keeping it from him anymore. 

“It’s not you. It’s me,”

Sethos looks concerned, “Okay, well what’s up? How can I help?”

Scara appreciates that Sethos is always ready to help. He doesn’t ever ask for help because he doesn’t need it, but something about Sethos offering it makes his stomach do flips. 

He’s quiet for a while, but Sethos is patient. He gives Scara’s hand a reassuring squeeze, and a supportive smile. It helps a lot, so Scaramouche takes a deep breath. 

“You want to have sex with me, right?” Scara bluntly asks. 

Sethos is taken aback by the question. He stumbles over his words, “I— I, w—well, um—“

“Yes or no?” Scara insists. He has this look in his eyes, almost pleading. That shocks Sethos again, but he can sense the seriousness of the situation so he reigns in his shock. 

“Um, yes, I would like to. One day,”

“That’s what I thought. You keep trying to take things further when we kiss. You did so just now,”

Sethos’s eyes widened in horror, “Oh, shit. Am I making you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, baby, I swear! I should’ve talked to you first about it. Do you not want to? I don’t mind, really!”

Scara feels his chest squeeze, and his stomach tie in knots. Sethos might actually be the closest thing to perfection. Scara feels so much for him though he doesn’t show it much. But he knows that Sethos can feel it. He knows.

Scaramouche slowly shakes his head, and brings a hand up to Sethos’s cheek. “It’s fine, I wasn’t uncomfortable. I was more nervous, if anything. I’m not exactly experienced in that area, and I would have appreciated it if you talked to me about it. But it’s fine, we can talk about it now, right?”

Sethos nods quickly, “Yeah, of course! I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve realized it sooner,”

Scara smiles softly and pecks his lips. “Stop apologizing, little bee. It’s getting annoying,”

Sethos lets out a sigh of relief, “Okay, good. So, you’re a virgin. That’s cool. I’m not, if you wanted to know.”

“… I’m not sure if I did,”

“Are you the jealous type?”

“… Moving on,”

“You totally are!” 

Scara smacks his shoulder as Sethos laughs loudly, scaring off the birds. “Shut up! Archons, you’re annoying!”

Sethos’s laughter dies down to giggles, “Okay, okay, I’m done. You’re a virgin and I’m not. I can teach you. We can take things as slow as you want. We don’t even have to jump straight into it; we can start with just hand stuff,”

“Hand stuff,”

“Yes. Do you know—“

“Yes, I do,” Scara interrupts him with a crimson face and a stern tone. “That sounds… We can start there. I’m okay with that. Just tell me what you’re going to do because I don’t like surprises.”

“You want me to talk you through it? Oh, gods, you’re gonna be the death of me. Do you know how hot that sounds?” Sethos groans and leans his forehead against Scaramouche’s shoulder. The latter runs his fingers through Sethos’s hair. 

“Is it? We can test that out,”

The hands on his waist get tighter, and it makes Scara grin like a cheshire cat. 

“How easily are you aroused?” 

“It’s you, so easily,”

Scara hums in response, and rubs soothing circles on his back, “That so? Wanna show me?”

“… Right now?” Sethos sits up and looks up at him with barely concealed excitement. 

Scara thinks it’s cute. 

He nods, “Yeah. What, are you scared?”

Sethos’s cheeks turn red as he shakes his head, “No, of course not! It’s just we’re outside, and I wasn’t sure if you’d like that,”

“If it’s with you, I like anything.”

And if you can hear Sethos’s heart stop beating for a split second, don’t mind it. 

He pulls Scaramouche into a hard kiss, gripping the back of his neck. Scara makes a quiet noise as he grips Sethos’s shoulders, digging his nails in. Sethos wastes no time in sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth, exploring every corner he knows well by now. Scaramouche accepts it gladly, keeping up with how fast his boyfriend is moving. 

Sethos’s hands start to wander, going down to the waistband of his shorts. He gently rubs Scara’s thighs, and ghosts a hand over his half hard dick, barely touching it. Scaramouche jumps a bit at the feeling. Sethos quickly pulls away, “You okay?”

Scara nods, “I told you to warn me first.”

“Sorry, baby. I’m gonna do it again, but fully this time.”

Scara doesn’t ask what that means, trusting Sethos to know what he’s doing. And he does. Scara makes a surprised noise as Sethos palms him through his shorts. His other hand moves towards the front of Scara’s shorts. He toys with the string holding them in place, silently asking for permission.

Scaramouche pulls away from the kiss for a moment, “Go ahead,” and then they’re back to kissing. 

Sethos unties the string, and starts shimmying them down his thighs, only stopping halfway. Scara, who catches on pretty quick, had sat up a little to let him. Sethos rubs along his thighs, steering clear from Scara’s dick. 

He pulls away to look at Scaramouche. His face is flushed, but he’s barely broken a sweat. Sethos is breathing heavily, and chuckles to himself. 

“I forgot you don’t need to breathe,” 

“Sorry. Why did you let it go on for so long?”

“It’s okay, I love kissing you. I wanna kiss you until my lips fall off,”

“Don’t say that. What will you use then?”

Sethos laughs, “You’re so cute,”

“Shut up,” Scara is pouting now, and Sethos takes pity on him so he stops teasing him. 

“Alright. Is it okay if I touch you now?”

Scaramouche doesn’t reply immediately. He wants Sethos to touch him, he does. His body desires Sethos, but he thinks if he holds back any longer he’ll go mad. 

So, Scaramouche nods with absolute certainty, “Yes, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Sethos mumbles, and presses a soft kiss to his lips. 

Sethos gently takes his lover into his hand. Scaramouche jolts a little at the sudden touch. Sethos kisses down his neck, mumbling, “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby,”

Scara trusts him. He trusts that Sethos will be gentle with him, and go at his pace. He believes Sethos when the man says he’s got him. So, he lets him. 

Sethos begins moving his hand up and down Scaramouche’s cock, bringing him to full hardness. The latter grips onto Sethos’s shoulders tightly. 

“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, love,” Sethos instructs him. Scara tries not to react to the new pet name. 

Sethos pumps his cock, twisting his wrist and thumbing the wet slit. He uses the precum as lube to make it better. He glances down at his lover’s dick: the tip is pink, and turning red from being played with. The head is leaking more than he thought, and it’s such a turn on. 

Sethos has to let him know. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby. I love it,” He whispers right against the shell of Scaramouche’s ear. 

Scaramouche isn’t sure if he’s supposed to say anything back, so he keeps quiet. 

Sethos looks at his cute face all scrunched up. He smiles, and brings up a hand to lightly grip his chin. “Baby, if I have to talk to you, you have to talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”

Scaramouche doesn’t speak. He can’t really focus on anything else except the hand around his cock, making him feel like he never has before. He’s been trying to hold back his moans, but some escaped so he’s been whimpering quietly in Sethos’s ear. 

Suddenly, the hand around him stops, and Scara nearly screams. He opens his eyes to see his boyfriend staring at him. 

“What…?” Scaramouche says quietly, unsure of what’s happening. “Did I do something wrong?”

Sethos shakes his head, “No, not at all. I just said something, and you didn’t respond. Are you okay?”

Oh. He did say something. Scara bites his lip for a moment, then answers truthfully, “I heard you, but I didn’t process it. I couldn’t focus,”

His cheeks are red as he looks to the side. Sethos lets out a small laugh. He places a hand on Scaramouche’s chin, turning his gaze back upon him, “That’s okay, love. So, it felt good? I asked you to tell me,”

Scara doesn’t know why he feels so shy all of a sudden. This isn’t like him. It’s not uncomfortable, he’s just not used to it. Sethos is making him feel new things, and he hasn’t disliked any of them yet. So, this is no different. 

“Yes, it did,”

“Good. Do you want me to continue?”

“If you don’t, I’ll break up with you.”

Sethos laughs at that, “Okay, fine. No need to threaten me. I’m doing it now,”

Sethos resumes jacking him off, and it’s like he never stopped. Scara sighs in relief, and takes a chance at looking down. Tan skin against pale is a wonderful contrast, Scaramouche thinks. He can’t take his eyes away as he watches Sethos’s hand move up and down. His grip gets a little tighter, and his hand moves faster. His thumb digs into his slit a little harder. 

“Ah!” Scaramouche exclaims at the new sensation. He can’t control himself as his hips move, desperate for more. His mouth hangs open as he moans, and it’s the most beautiful sight Sethos has ever seen. 

“Gods, you’re so damn beautiful. Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for me?” Sethos asks, and presses wet kisses along his neck. 

Scaramouche automatically moves his head to the side. He doesn’t answer, not that he can, and just whimpers. Sethos smirks with a laugh, and it sounds so hot to Scaramouche. 

He feels his stomach tighten, and an orgasm coming nearer. Is this what Sethos meant by being close? Close to an orgasm? 

So, Scaramouche tries his best to answer, “Y-yes…” while nodding his head. 

“Good, then let go. Cum for me, baby,” Sethos says into his ear. 

Scaramouche doesn’t understand how it works. How did he release on command? Or did he just like the way Sethos said it? Either way, he orgasms, and gets it all over himself and Sethos’s hand. He lets out a shuddering moan as his body shakes. The other man keeps pumping, and Scara tries to push his hand away. 

Sethos stops, and lets him go. He kisses Scaramouche’s cheeks, chin, forehead and his neck. He pulls away, and uses his clean hand to cup his lover’s cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Scaramouche licks his lips quickly, “I’m fine,”

Sethos quirks up an eyebrow, “Just fine?”

“Am I supposed to say more?” 

Sethos sees that Scara is asking genuinely. He replies, “Only if you want. But, I would like to know if you felt good or not. Was there anything you didn’t like?”

Scaramouche gives him a look, “You want me to critique your handjob?”

Sethos nods, “Well, yeah! I need to know how to improve my skills!”

The other man rolls his eyes. Only his boyfriend would care about such things. “Alright then. It was… good. You made me feel good. I liked it… obviously,” 

They both look down at the drying cum on them. It had been a lot, more than Sethos expected. 

“Hold on,” Sethos reaches into his bag for a cloth. He cleans them off as best as he can. “Do you ever touch yourself?”

Scara has pulled his shorts back up after Sethos cleaned them up. He remains in Sethos’ lap. “No, I never felt the need to.”

“Have you ever gotten a boner?”

Scaramouche shakes his head, “No. I never cared about this sort of thing. Also, there was never anything worthy of causing sexual desire.”

“You weren’t even curious?” Sethos asks in disbelief. 

“Not really. It was of no significance to me. I’ve read about it in books, but it wasn’t interesting.”

Sethos pulls him closer, tightening his hold on his lover, “You’re a virgin, but you’re knowledgeable on the subject?”

Scaramouche nods. “I know all of the technical terms, and the process. I know how it works between men and women, two men, and two women. I’ve just never done it myself.”

“I’m not sure why, but that’s insanely attractive to me. I mean, you’re attractive in general, but damn,”

Scaramouche huffs out a laugh, “Are you saying my intelligence is attractive?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes playfully, “You’re ridiculous,” He readjusts himself on Sethos’s lap, and feels something hard poke his ass, “What the hell?”

Sethos bites his lip, and squeezes his boyfriend to stop him, “Sorry. It hasn’t gone away, yet. I was sort of hoping you’d get off my lap, so it could go down. But it’s fine! You can stay here, I’ll just think of something—“

“Shut up, little bee,” Scara says sternly. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks as he glares at his boyfriend. “Do you… want me to?” 

Sethos’s eyes widened at the offer, “Oh! Well, yes, but you don’t have to. I said we can take it slow, so we can do this another time. I’m fine—“

“I want to.” 

Scaramouche has no hesitance in his eyes, and a confident look. How can Sethos say no to that? Instead, he nods and says, “Want me to guide you?”

“… Yes. The books actually didn’t cover this part.”

Sethos smiles, “Okay. I’m about ready to burst, so it shouldn’t take long.”

“Please don’t ever say that again, or I’m gonna break up with you.”

“Is that your new threat now?”

“Shut up, and help me,”

“Okay, okay. Go ahead and take it out, love.”

Scaramouche nods, and unties the string of Sethos’s pants. He copies the actions from earlier, pulling the pants down to free Sethos’s hard cock. It’s bigger than Scaramouche expected, the tip an angry red. It’s not as tan like the rest of him, and there’s a single vein along the underside. The head is shiny with precum and it’s still leaking more.

“Not scared are you?” Sethos comments. 

“No, it’s just… Big,” 

Sethos chuckles at his silly boyfriend, “Yeah, I guess. Have you never seen another one?”

Scaramouche shakes his head.

“Hmm, I think I like that. No, I definitely like that. My dick being the first one you’ve ever seen is an ego boost. Go on and touch me, baby. Please,”

Scaramouche ignores the blush on his face and does as he’s told. He gently holds onto his cock, feeling the weight of it. 

“Hold it like I did yours,”

Scara listens, and grips it firmly. It pulses in his hand, and he nearly pulls away. 

“Good boy. Now, go up and down like I did,”

Scara makes a mental note to berate Sethos for calling him a “good boy” later on (spoiler alert: he never did). He begins pumping his hand, and Sethos groans quietly. Scara can’t take his eyes away. 

“Good, now go a little faster. That’s it, baby, you’re doing good,” Sethos encourages him, gripping the grass beneath him to stop himself from thrusting his hips up. “Use the precum to help make it easier… Yes, like that. That feels so good, love,”

Scaramouche is drinking in every word and praise from the other. He moves his hand exactly like Sethos tells him, determined to make him come. He wants to see what Sethos looks like when he’s in ecstasy. He bet the man looks beautiful. 

“When you reach the top, squeeze it a little, okay?” Sethos says in between moans. 

Scaramouche does so each time his hand moves upward. It’s a wonderful thing to see Sethos’s flushed face, and to feel his cock pulsing in his hand. Knowing Scara does this to him makes him elated. 

“Go… a little faster, baby. I’m so… so close, okay? You’re doing great, I feel… amazing, love.” Sethos moans loudly as Scaramouche jacks him off faster, keeping the same technique. 

His hips thrust up into his hand, but that doesn’t deter Scara. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m—!”

He comes all over Scara’s hand, some of it getting on their clothes again. He rides out his orgasm, and Scaramouche removes his hand. When Sethos comes down, he sees Scara wiping off his hand with the cloth from before. The man then starts wiping off their clothes like Sethos did earlier. 

“That felt amazing, love. You’re a pro at this already,”

“Only because you guided me,”

“Take the compliment and hush,” Sethos says, and pecks his lips.

Scaramouche chuckles, “Yeah, okay. Did I do anything wrong? Or are you just trying to make me feel better?”

Sethos fixes his clothes, and says, “You did great. I haven’t felt that good in a while, so thank you,” 

Sethos kisses him, and Scaramouche gladly accepts it. He puts his arms around Sethos’s neck as the other man holds tightly onto his waist. After a moment, they pull away. 

“We should stop before I get excited again,” Sethos says, kissing his neck. 

“Mm, and you think kissing my neck will help with that?”

Sethos stops and chuckles lowly, kind of embarrassed. “Ah, you’re right. How about we go out for dinner then? You must be hungry!” 

The two men get up, and Scaramouche grabs his empty cup to throw out properly. “Since when am I hungry?” 

“Oh, right! Sorry, slipped my mind!” Sethos laughs loudly as they hold hands, and make their way out of the forest. 

Scara smirks, “You’re trying not to pop a fucking boner, aren’t you?” 

“Leave me alone!”

“Did I awaken some sort of beast? How long have you been holding back, little bee?”

“Shut up!”

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After that, the two can’t keep their hands off of each other. Whenever they get a chance, their hands are down each other’s pants. They don’t go past handjobs, but Sethos is fine with it. They’re going at Scara’s pace.

Today, Scaramouche is in class. Their professor is giving them a break now, and the students around him immediately begin talking loudly. There’s three guys next to him talking about some party, and Scara tries to ignore them, but they must want the world to hear. 

“Dude, I’m telling you! She gives the best head ever! You have to see for yourself this weekend!”

“There’s no way she gives better head than Margot! Man, you’re lying!”

“I definitely think you’re lying, too!”

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about! Suze sucks dick like a pro!”

And that’s Scara’s cue to leave. 

He goes into the hallway and stands outside the door. What kind of conversation was that? Normally, he doesn’t give a shit what others say. He never joins in on pointless conversations even when the other students invite him. He has better things to do, than waste his time. 

Although, he is curious about one thing. That idiot mentioned “sucking dick.” Sethos had talked about that briefly a few days ago, and it mildly interested Scara. He didn’t think he was ready, and he still isn’t. But he is interested now that he’s heard about it twice. 

He’ll talk to Sethos about it after class.

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“I’m late! I’m sorry, baby! I had a meeting with Nahida, and it went on longer than usual! I’m sorry to keep you waiting, love,” 

Scaramouche ignores the pang in his chest as his boyfriend hugs him tightly. He rests his cheek against Sethos’s shoulder, and sighs softly. 

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t waiting long. I know Buer doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.”

Sethos laughs at that, “I won’t agree or disagree with that!” Sethos pulls away, but keeps him in his arms. He kisses Scara briefly, then says, “Hi, baby. How was class today?”

Scaramouche smiles, “Same as always. Let’s go to your place.”

“Okay!” 

Sethos looks so innocent. Scaramouche has sexual intentions and it seems the man is none the wiser. It’s pretty cute to Scara. They reach Sethos’ house in no time. Before the man could even say anything, Scara is kissing him. 

Sethos is surprised at first, but melts into the kiss. He grips Scara’s hips, pulling them flush together. Scara is cupping his face, and sliding his tongue into Sethos’s mouth. He can feel Sethos getting hard against his thigh, and he presses into it. Sethos makes a noise, and he drinks it in. Scaramouche loves the moans he can draw out of his boyfriend, so he does it again and again. 

Sethos pulls away, eyes half lidded, “Baby, are you trying to start something?”

Scaramouche smirks at him, “Maybe,” He kisses his jaw, and down to his neck. He continues, “Been thinking about what you said a few days ago,”

Sethos is more alert now as he lets the other mark up his throat. “Oh yeah? Do you want to try?”

Scara looks up at him, and nods. 

“Alright, do you want to go first or me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want to suck me off first or should I?”

Scara makes a face as his cheeks heat up, “You’re so crass. But, I think I want to try going first. You’ll help me again, won’t you?”

“Of course, love. Come here,” 

Sethos takes his hand, and guides him over to the couch. He sits down on the edge, and lightly tugs on Scaramouche’s arm, “On your knees, baby,”

Scaramouche takes a deep breath, and sits on his knees. Sethos smiles down at him, “It’ll be fine. Feel free to stop at any time, okay?”

Scara nods, “Alright…”

“Okay, go head and take my pants off,”

Scara drags his hands up Sethos’s thighs, and palms him through his shorts first. He’s picked up a few things since they’ve done it so much now. Sethos sighs in content. After a few more seconds of rubbing, Scaramouche begins removing his pants. Sethos lifts up to help him, and soon they’re dropped down to his ankles. 

“Take your time. You can touch me a bit until you’re ready,” 

Scara can do that. He’s good at it now. He pumps Sethos’s cock like he’s done plenty of times before. He’s even found out that his boyfriend likes it the best near the head, so Scara focuses on that spot. Sethos moans above him, doing little thrusts into his hand. 

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cum before you can taste it,” 

“Oh…”

“It’s okay. I don’t mean to rush you, but it feels good and I don’t want it to be over so soon,” 

Scaramouche really does want to, but he’s nervous. Usually he doesn’t care what other people think, but Sethos’ opinion matters the most. What if he isn’t good at it? What if he messes up, and accidentally bites him or something? What if—

“Baby, come back to me. Scara baby?” 

Scaramouche snaps out of it, and looks up at his lover. “…What?”

Sethos looks concerned as he says, “It’s totally okay if you don’t want to, or if you’re not ready. You look hesitant.”

“No it’s not that. I want to. It’s just… I don’t want to mess up.” Scaramouche looks down at his lap, fiddling with his hands. 

“Oh baby,” Sethos softly coos. He gently cups Scara’s cheeks, making him look back up, “You’re worrying too much. Even if you mess up, we can try again. You know that. What’s really going on?”

Scaramouche leans into his hold, closing his eyes, “I don’t care what others think of me or anything like that. They can judge me however they like. You, on the other hand, are what matters to me most. I don’t want you to think differently of me because I’m not good at satisfying you sexually.”

Sethos can’t even begin to describe the feelings that bubble up in his chest. He’s always grateful when Scara is vulnerable with him, knowing it’s hard for him to open up like that. He leans forward to pull Scaramouche into a hug, cradling his head against his chest. 

“Thank you for sharing that. I know that stuff is hard for you, so I appreciate it. I could never think differently about you. Nothing will ever make me dislike you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, so don’t write yourself off yet. Do you want to continue?”

Scara mulls over his words and nods. He leans up to kiss him first, then pulls away, “Okay. Thank you, little bee. I didn’t know I needed to hear that.”

Sethos smiles and pecks his lips, “Of course, my love. Now, go on,”

Scara looks down at Sethos’s cock, and smirks in amusement, “You’re still hard after all of that?”

“Of course I am. You’re on your knees about to suck my dick, how could I not still be hard?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, but feels a spark of excitement rush beneath his skin. He feels a lot better now, and a little more confident. He takes Sethos into his hand, and starts pumping it. He hears Sethos sigh in relief above him. 

His cock is soon leaking, and Scara feels ready now. “What’s next?”

“You can taste it a little. Try licking up the sides, and the tip,” 

Scara nods, and goes for the tip first. He isn’t sure what he was expecting semen to taste like, but it wasn’t this. It didn’t taste bad, but it also didn’t taste good. There isn’t really a taste to it, but it’s kind of salty. He looks up at Sethos as he licks it, and the man is already looking down at him, eyes half lidded, and biting his lip. Low moans are coming from his mouth, but Scara wants to hear more. 

He moves on, slowly licking the underside of his cock. He pumps it a little, and traces the vein with his tongue. 

“Ohh, fuck baby, do that again,”

Scara tries hard not to smile and does it again. Sethos moans again, and says, “Okay, put it in your mouth. Go slow so you don’t hurt yourself,”

Scaramouche nods and wraps his lips around the tip. 

“Don’t forget to suck, baby,”

Scaramouche lightly sucks on the tip, and Sethos moans loudly. Scaramouche continues to take him into his mouth, and is able to go all the way down to the hilt. He feels Sethos put a hand in his hair, lightly gripping the strands. 

“Fuck, okay,” Sethos can barely speak. The head of his cock is touching the back of Scara’s throat and the other hasn’t stopped sucking it, “Up, and down like usual. Don’t stop sucking, though, and— fuck— be careful of your teeth,”

Scaramouche takes it all into account, and starts bobbing his head, sucking harshly. Sethos lets out a surprised moan, and holds his hair tighter. Scara finds that he likes the feeling, so he tries going faster. 

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels so damn good,” Sethos breathes out, barely able to hold himself back from fucking his mouth. He thrusts upward slightly, and Scara makes a surprised noise, but doesn’t stop. 

Sethos leans back on the couch to get a better view. There’s spit dripping down his chin, and some cum spilling out from the sides. His eyes are closed like this is making him feel just as good. Sethos wants to take a picture of this moment, but decides to keep it in his memory for now. Maybe one day Scara will let him get a picture. 

Scaramouche is suddenly pulling off, though. He licks his lips, and starts using his hand instead. “You didn’t tell me my jaw would hurt this much, asshole,”

Sethos breathes out a laugh, “Sorry, baby. You can stop if you want. I’m close anyway, but I’m not sure if you want me to finish in your mouth,”

“Have you had it in your mouth before?”

“I don’t know if I should answer that— ah!”

Scaramouche smirks as he rubs right under the head of his cock. Sethos leaks even more, getting it all over Scara’s fingers. “Answer me, little bee,”

Sethos can’t stop moaning as his lover continues to abuse his sensitive spot. He thrust up into his hand, nearly crying as he begs, “Baby, please, I’m so close. Don’t stop, okay? Don’t stop,”

Scaramouche doesn’t stop, but he does slow down, causing Sethos to whine and pout. Scara smirks, “Answer my question. Have you had someone else’s dirty come in your mouth?”

Sethos whimpers, and nods quickly, “Yes, I have! Baby, please, I need you—“

Scaramouche speeds his hand up again, cutting off Sethos, “Did it taste good? Did you like it?”

Sethos shakes his head, “No, no. Fuck, I—“

Scaramouche finally takes pity on his boyfriend and takes his cock back into his mouth. He sucks on the tip, using his tongue to rub at the sensitive spot. Sethos starts thrusting up into his mouth, holding his head in place. Scaramouche lets him, and thinks he should relax so Sethos has more room. He relaxes his jaw, letting his mouth hang open so Sethos can use him as he pleases. 

“You’re so good for me, baby,” Sethos grunts out, now fucking into his mouth freely, “Your mouth is fucking amazing. I’m gonna come, okay? Spit it out if you want— fuck!”

Sethos finally comes with one last thrust. He attempts to not hold Scara’s head down in place and force him to swallow. He’s still buried inside the other’s mouth, but Scara soon pulls off. His cheeks are puffed out a little from the come, and he’s looking up at Sethos as if waiting for instructions. 

Sethos acts quickly, helping him stand, “Go spit it out in the trash.”

Scara does so, and soon comes back. Sethos has already fixed himself by then. “Are you okay?”

Scaramouche nods, “Yes, I think so. My jaw still hurts,”

Sethos cradles him in his arms, “Sorry, baby. It’ll go away in a day or two. Did you like it, though?”

Scaramouche nuzzles into his neck, suddenly feeling tired. “Surprisingly, yes,”

Sethos chuckles, and rubs his back, “Yeah, I could tell. What was that earlier, by the way? Were you jealous again?”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on! Tell me!”

“… Fine. Maybe a little. But when I asked if you liked it, I was genuinely asking. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it in my mouth,”

“Ah, I see. How did you like it?”

“It was… so much of it. Is that normal?”

Sethos slowly guides them to the bedroom, “Depends on the person,”

“Hm… It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t good, either. Kinda salty, too.”

Sethos lays them down on the bed, and spoons Scara against his chest. “I read in a book that the taste changes depending on what you eat. It said fruit helps with the saltiness or bitterness,”

Scaramouche looks up at him with an odd look, “Should I be concerned about you reading those kinds of books?” 

Sethos smiles innocently, but both of them know it’s anything but. 

“Of course not! Are you okay, though? I mean, are you still hard? I can take care of it.”

Scara shakes his head, “No, I’m okay. It went down when you finished in my mouth.”

“Damn, was it that bad? I can’t believe I killed your boner!” 

“Shut up now. I’m sleepy.” 

“Alright, love. Sleep well.”

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When Sethos gives Scaramouche a blowjob a few days later, he discovers it’s not really his thing. It feels good, and he’s able to orgasm, but Scara likes doing the sucking more. Which is completely okay with Sethos. He loves seeing Scara’s small mouth wrapped around his dick.

It’s been a month of just handjobs and blowjobs. Most of their sessions are done in private, but others done within the trees or the empty halls of the Akademiya. They were insatiable; always needing to touch one another and be around each other. Tighnari had called it their “honeymoon phase.” Sethos thought it was cute, but Scaramouche scoffed at it. (He liked it.)

Sethos is pretty sure he’s in love with Scaramouche. 

He loves everything about him. From his aloofness to his asshole personality. He especially loves when they’re alone because Scaramouche is softer. He still has that sharp way of speaking, but he tones it down a lot when talking with Sethos. He entertains Sethos’ silly questions, and indulges him when Sethos jokingly talks about their future. Scaramouche holds him tenderly, and has let down his guard to be held by Sethos in return. 

When Scara had told Sethos about his past, Sethos didn’t treat him any differently. He didn’t pity him, either, and Scara was grateful. Although, Sethos did brag about dating an “older man.” Scaramouche had shoved his face away after that. (He still kissed him, though. Only to shut Sethos up.)

Sethos isn’t sure if Scara has reached this point yet, and that’s okay. Sethos would wait; whether Scara loves him back, or not. Sethos could say the three words tomorrow if he really wanted to, but he’ll hold back for now. 

As of right now, Sethos is running around his kitchen. They decided to have date night at Sethos’s place today, so the man has been preparing all day. Cyno is here as well, but isn’t helping at all. Sethos prefers it that way anyways. 

“Love is a big deal,” Cyno says after Sethos tells him of his newfound feelings. 

“I know. But I’ve never been more sure of anything. Well, except becoming the Temple leader. Yeah, I love him,” Sethos explains as he mixes together a bunch of things. Cyno isn’t even sure what he’s making. 

Cyno takes a sip of his water, replying, “Well, I trust your judgment. I’m happy for you, bro. I didn’t think anyone could spark something between them and Hat Guy. Get it? Because you have an electro vision,”

“Yes, yes, I get it,” Sethos says while rolling his eyes, “Thanks, though. How are you and Nari?”

“He’s actually upset with me right now. I made the mistake of attending a Genius Invokation competition that was happening the same night as date night.”

Sethos snorts in amusement and turns off the burner, “Did he give you an earful?”

“No, and that’s even scarier. He’s been giving me the silent treatment.”

“Eh, you deserve it, cuzzo.” Sethos says with a light hearted chuckle. 

Cyno rolls his eyes. They chat for a while longer, about an hour, before Cyno finally takes his leave. Scaramouche would be coming soon. Sethos sends his cousin home with a container of lemon cookies in hopes of helping save his relationship. 

Sethos takes the remaining time to set up the dining table. He places the pot of food in the center with the side dishes surrounding it. He sets up their silverware and plates, then grabs two wine glasses. He pours the chilled wine into the glasses, and has a thought to maybe light some candles. Make it romantic and all that cute jazz. 

Once he’s done lighting the candles, there’s a knock on the front door. Sethos smiles wide, feeling his heart skip a beat. He hasn’t seen his boyfriend since earlier that morning when he dropped him off at the Akademiya. Scaramouche is busy with projects and exams this week, so Sethos thought a nice dinner date would help him relax. 

Sethos opens the door, and before he can say anything, Scaramouche collapses into his arms. Sethos holds him as Scaramouche buries his face into Sethos’ neck. No words are said as Sethos shuts the door and carefully waddles them over to the couch. They sit down, and Scaramouche crawls into his lap, straddling him. 

Sethos rubs his back and quietly hums a random tune. He feels the tension release from his boyfriend, and kisses his temple. 

“You good, now?” Sethos asks. 

Scaramouche nods, and sits up, “Yeah, thanks.”

Sethos smiles fondly, and cups his cheek, “Hard day?”

“You have no idea. I’d rather not talk about it,”

Sethos shrugs, “That’s fine. Let’s focus on us tonight.” He leans forward to capture Scara’s lips into a searing kiss. Scara hooks his arms around Sethos’s neck, kissing him back deeply. His stress from school melts away under his boyfriend’s warm touch. His strong hands hold Scara at his waist, squeezing lightly. 

Scaramouche needed this after the day he had. This entire week has been tough, but today was especially hard. He didn’t think people could be more stupid than they already were. He pushes those thoughts aside, and returns his focus to Sethos’ soft lips. 

All too soon, Sethos is pulling away. Scaramouche pouts, causing Sethos to giggle. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll kiss you more after dinner.”

“I’m not hungry,” Scara says, trying to kiss him again. 

Sethos laughs as he lets him, but doesn’t move to kiss back. Instead, he gently pushes Scara back by the forehead. Scaramouche glares at him. 

“You look like an angry kitten,” Sethos says. He stands up, carrying Scara with him. 

Scaramouche is surprised by it, and clings onto him. “Warn me first!”

“Sure, baby,”

Scaramouche doesn’t forget that his boyfriend is muscular. How could he when the other man is constantly wearing sleeveless tops? His arm bands don’t help, either. When he flexes the material expands, showing off the muscles underneath. Scara constantly finds himself just staring. He’s even caught himself just feeling Sethos’s arms. He would quickly explain that he saw a bug to which Sethos would just laugh, sounding like he didn’t believe him. 

So, no Scaramouche didn’t forget. Sethos just doesn’t usually do this stuff, like carry him. He doesn’t blatantly show off his muscles just because. At least, Scara doesn’t think so. 

He thinks back to all the times he’s seen Sethos lift anything or do anything that required such strength. 

“No, no, I've got it! Just sit there lookin’ pretty!”

“Ah, pretty boys like you shouldn’t have to do so much work. Allow me.”

“Had to deliver so many packages today! They were heavy as heck! You should’ve seen me, I was sweating like I was in the desert!”

Huh. 

That bastard. 

He’s been very subtle about it. Scaramouche kind of wants to strangle him, but he also kind of wants his boyfriend to strangle him. With his muscles. That’s a thought for another time, though. 

Sethos sets him down in the dining chair. He places a kiss on the top of his head, and takes his own seat. “I hope you like the food! I tried a new recipe that Lambad let me borrow. I still made your favorite side dishes, though. And bought your favorite wine. I want this night to be about you, baby. You deserve a break.”

Scaramouche is somewhat speechless as he looks at the spread of food. He looks at the candles and the neatly placed silverware. Finally, he looks at Sethos sitting across from him. Gods, he wants to kiss him so badly. However, he refrains, and smiles. 

“You didn’t have to do all this,”

“I wanted to,” Sethos replies with a sincere smile. He starts loading food onto Scara’s plate, “and like I said, you deserve it. You’re working hard, baby.”

Scaramouche doesn’t fight the blush creeping up. He’s long since gotten over being embarrassed by it in front of Sethos. He’s gotten over a lot of things with Sethos. 

“Well, in that case, thanks. You’re working hard, too, little bee.”

Sethos lets out a small chuckle, “Not really, but I appreciate it! Now, go on and dig in! Tell me how it tastes!”

They eat peacefully with conversation flowing nicely. The food is warm in their stomachs, and the wine cool on their tongues. They finish up in no time, their plates empty and the wine gone. Scara helps with cleaning up, and washing the dishes. They then go into the living room with another bottle of wine. Neither of them drink much, but they make an exception. 

It’s all laughter and good conversation until the bottle is empty. Their cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and laughing until their cheeks hurt. Sethos is currently recounting a story about when he was younger, but Scaramouche is barely listening. He knows Sethos will pinch his cheeks for not listening, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is how beautiful his boyfriend looks under the low light of the lamp beside them. His green eyes shine bright as he talks animatedly. And his long hair is free, cascading down his back since Sethos removed the hair ribbon holding it up. 

Scara’s eyes travel down his figure. Landing on his neck, broad shoulders, and then down his muscular arms. They travel to his slim waist, then his toned thighs. His eyes go back up to Sethos’ hands, still moving as he talks, following the lines of his long fingers. Everything about Sethos is ethereal. 

Scara often wonders if the gods favored him in this life, compared to his previous ones centuries ago. What has Scara done differently to be able to have someone like Sethos in his life? He also often thought that he didn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve Sethos’ kind words, his gentle touch, nor his fond gaze. Scara has done a lot of… bad in the past, despite erasing himself from Irminsul. He thinks the gods will never forget, unlike everyone else that has. Sethos is too pure for this wretched world, but perhaps this world needs more people like him; So loving, so forgiving. It’s rare to meet someone like him; Scara knows this because he’s met a vast range of humans. They’re all different: good, bad, ugly, pretty, and everything in between. Unfortunately for Scara he’s only met the bad ones. People who were nice to him, but ended up betraying him. 

Not Sethos, though. 

He’s been nothing but good. There was never an ulterior motive, or any intent to betray him. Of course, it took some time for Scara to realize that, but not as long as he thought. No, he let Sethos tear his walls down as if they were just pieces of parchment paper. Maybe it’s because he spent a lot of time with Buer, who is soft spoken and cares about Scara’s wellbeing. Or maybe Scara has always been this way. Traveler did inform him some time ago that before he regained his memories, he had actually been nice, and open. 

Who really knew?

That didn’t really matter to Scara. What did matter is that he works hard to keep Sethos in his life. He doesn’t think he would be able to live with himself if the man ever left. He hasn’t felt these types of emotions in a really long time… centuries, even. Especially for a human. The gears turn in his head at this until they finally click in place. 

He loves Sethos. Is in love with him. 

Huh. 

“Sethos.” 

The green eyed man stops talking, and easily says, “Yes?” He smiles softly. It didn’t go unnoticed by him how hard his boyfriend was checking him out. He just wonders what Scara was thinking so hard about. 

“I want you to… Oh. It seems I underestimated how hard this was going to be.”

Sethos giggles lightly, “That’s okay, take your time. We have all the time in the world.”

And they do. They really do, Scara will make sure of it. But right now he needs this. He can’t wait any longer. 

“I want… you to touch me,”

Sethos’ eyes widened, then he smirks, “Oh? Touch you where? Hm?” Sethos moves closer to him, placing a hand on Scara’s inner thigh.

“I… Everywhere?”

“Is that a question?” Sethos asks, kind of backing off. 

Scaramouche pulls him back, shaking his head, and exclaims, “No! I meant— Fuck!” He takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’m really trying here,”

Sethos shakes his head, placing a hand on Scara’s cheek, “No, it’s okay. It’s alright, baby, take your time. I ain’t going anywhere,”

Sethos knows what Scaramouche wants. He can tell by the other’s body language. He won’t just give it to Scara, though. He knows the man wants to ask for it himself; wants to take the initiative, and come out of his shell a little more. Sethos will let him have this. Plus, it’s adorable to watch his lover stumble over his words, and to see his cheeks flush a bright red. 

So, he rubs soothing circles onto Scara’s lower back. His hand is under the shirt, feeling the slightly cold skin. Sethos likes that he runs warm, and Scara runs cool. When they cuddle, it’s always the perfect temperature. 

After a few minutes, Scaramouche takes another deep, steady breath. For good measure, Sethos presses a soft kiss to his cheek. Scara softly glares at him, and Sethos sticks his tongue out. 

“Anyway, I’m ready.”

“Okay, love. I’m listening.”

Scara nods once, “Then, what I’ve been trying to say is that… I want you to make love to me.” 

Sethos feels his heart skip a beat, and his stomach flip erratically. He knew what was going to be asked, but he didn’t expect the words to affect him so much. He can already feel the arousal heating up in his lower stomach. 

He snaps out of his thoughts, realizing Scara is waiting for an answer. Which is obviously, “Of course, baby. I’m very proud of you for working your way up to reach this point,” Sethos smiles fondly. 

Scara’s blush is immediate, and he scoffs quietly, looking to the side, “Oh, be quiet. You act as if you didn’t help me.”

“I know I did, but you mainly did the work. That’s something to be proud of. Sex is just another stepping stone in our relationship, so I’m happy you’ve made that step.”

Scara looks back at him, albeit slowly, and just nods. He then says, “Well, how do we…?” 

Seeing Scaramouche go shy all of a sudden will never fail to make Sethos smile. He gets up from the couch, and holds out his hand, “Thank you for trusting me, my love.”

Scaramouche doesn’t hesitate to place his hand in Sethos’. Sethos pulls him up, and leads him to the bedroom. 

“Can you close the door?” Scara asks when he sees that Sethos isn’t going to. 

“Sure. Can I ask why?” Sethos asks as he closes it. 

Scara shrugs, “I know we’re alone, but it feels more private with the door closed.”

“Makes sense. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Sethos asks, going over to him and holding him by the waist. 

Scaramouche puts his hands onto Sethos’ arms, holding onto him. He shakes his head, “No, I’m good. Are these questions mandatory?”

“No, but it’s your first time. I want to do this right, and make sure you’re comfortable,” Sethos explains as he begins rubbing small circles with his thumbs on Scara’s waist. “You know the drill: tell me immediately if I do something that you don’t like. We can stop at any time, too. Don’t force yourself to keep going, either.”

Scara gives him an odd look, “Will it hurt?”

“It can, yes. Did your book not tell you that?” Sethos teases him a bit. 

Scara rolls his eyes, “Shut up, little bee. Let’s get a move on.”

“Impatient, are we? Well, if you insist,” Sethos chuckles a bit, and pulls him into a kiss. 

The kiss is slow, slower than they’ve ever kissed before. Despite its pace, Scara opens his mouth in no time, wanting to feel Sethos’ tongue against his. Sethos carefully backs him up towards the bed. They break the kiss so Sethos could gently lay him down against the pillows. Scara automatically opens his legs to make room for his boyfriend to crawl between. Sethos smiles lovingly as he caresses Scara’s cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

The man never fails to make Scara blush. “Show me, then. Show me how lucky you are.”

Now it’s Sethos’ turn to blush, the red color settling nicely against his tan skin. “As you wish.”

They kiss some more until Sethos begins tugging at his clothes. Scara does the same, and they’re soon both naked, clothes strewn around the room. Sethos brings his kisses down the man’s jaw, and to his neck. He licks a spot below his ear before attaching his lips and sucking. Scara lets out a small, surprised gasp, and slightly arches his back. 

The green eyed man decides he likes that noise, and does it again and again. Hickeys cover Scara’s neck along his throat, and clavicle. There’s even some on his shoulders. Sethos has reduced him to a whining mess. He can feel his lover’s hard cock pressed against him, leaving a streak of precum. Sethos sits up to admire his work: blossoming red and purple marks contrast beautifully with his pale skin. It looks almost like a garden, and Sethos is suddenly obsessed with seeing his boyfriend covered in his marks. 

He licks his lips before saying, “Now, everyone will know you’re mine.”

“But… people already know,” Scara says quietly. His cheeks are flushed and it has spread down to his chest. 

Sethos smirks, “Yeah, but it’s just the thought of it. Plus, you look absolutely gorgeous covered in my marks. I wanna show you off.”

Scara glares at him, but there’s no real heat behind it, nor his words, “I’m not some trophy for you to boast about!”

Sethos laughs, “Of course you are! You’re my most prized possession, baby.”

“I—“ Scara is cut off by a harsh kiss. The argument dies on his lips as he kisses back. Sethos drags his hands down the other’s chest, his fingers brushing against his nipples, causing Scara to arch his back, and moan softly. 

Sethos plays with his nipples, both hands pinching and rubbing them. The man beneath him revels in the feeling, whimpering into Sethos’ mouth. He decides he wants to hear his lover out loud, and stops kissing him. Before Scara can protest, he lets out a loud moan. Sethos has taken one of his nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and sucking. His hand is still tweaking the other one, not wanting to neglect it. He leans his head to the side to look up at Scara’s face. The man has his eyes screwed shut with his mouth hanging out, now quiet moans spilling out. Sethos switches to the other one, and plays with it for a bit. He eventually pulls off with an audible popping noise. 

He smirks as he asks, “Baby, you okay?” 

Scara nods, keeping his eyes closed, “Yeah, I’m good. That felt… good. Better than expected.”

Sethos wants to see his pretty indigo eyes, but whatever makes his love feel comfortable. “Good, I’m glad. Do you know what’s next?”

At that question, Scara opens his eyes slowly. He looks a bit confused. Sethos smiles, dragging his hands down slowly until they rest on Scara’s hips. 

“Next, I prep you,”

“Oh, then on with it. Don’t make me wait.”

“You’re pushy when you’re horny, do you know that?” Sethos says as he reaches over to his bedside drawer. 

“It’s not my fault you’re going so fucking slow.”

“Hey! It’s your first time! Plus, you asked me to make love to you, so that’s what I’m doing,”

“That doesn’t mean you have to go so slow.”

“…Okay, you kind of got me there. But! Not all couples move so fast, you know?” 

“Why would I care about other couples?”

“I know you don’t, it’s just a bit of information. That’s all,”

“It still doesn’t matter. This is about us right now, is it not?”

“Of course it is, love. I was just saying, that’s all,” 

Scaramouche huffs at him. Sethos rolls his eyes and pecks his lips, “Stop pouting. Now open your legs.”

Before Scara could even react, Sethos is pushing his legs apart by his inner thighs. Scara lets out a surprised noise. Sethos smirks down at him, mumbling, “Cutie,” and grabbing the vial of oil he got from the drawer. He pours some on three fingers, but then puts more on his fourth finger just in case. Better safe than sorry. 

Sethos uses his middle finger to circle around his lover’s entrance. Scara gets the urge to close his legs, but Sethos keeps them spread. “Tell me if it hurts, okay? I have to go slow on this part, so don’t complain,”

Scara just nods, and Sethos carefully pushes his finger in. He doesn’t move, just lets it sit, and wiggles it slightly. Scara doesn’t feel any pain, it’s just weird. He’s never put anything up there, never felt the desire to, so it’s a new feeling. He isn’t sure he likes it.

“You look uncomfortable. Does it hurt?” Sethos, forever observant, asks worriedly. 

Scara shakes his head, “No, it’s just a foreign feeling.”

“Want me to keep going?” 

“Yes.”

So, Sethos does. He eventually starts to move his finger in and out, watching Scara’s expressions. It doesn’t change much, but that’s probably a good thing. He knows Scara probably wants him to tell him what’s happening, so he does.

“I’m gonna put in another,”

“Okay.” 

Despite the lame response, Sethos carefully inserts a second finger. It’s a bit of a tight fit, so he’s gentle when pumping his fingers. Scara moves his hips a bit and Sethos looks up. The man under him has a scowl on his face that causes Sethos to giggle. 

“Why are you laughing?” Scara demands. 

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Sethos asks while trying to stifle his laughter. He doesn’t want to be yelled at right now. 

Scara sighs, “No, it just feels weird.”

“Hmm… okay.”

Sethos feels him loosen up, so he pumps his fingers faster, reaching deep to search for a certain spot. Scara doesn’t say anything at the speed increase, but his facial expression does relax, no longer scowling. Good, Sethos thinks. He crooks his fingers and suddenly Scara is shouting. 

“Ah! What the fuck?!” 

Sethos smirks, “Found it,”

He keeps brushing over the spot, and Scara can barely get his words out. His arousal is building back up, making him moan with each thrust of his lover’s fingers. He tries covering his mouth to muffle the noises, but Sethos is quick to pull his hand away. 

“I wanna hear you, please, baby. Your voice is music to my ears,” Sethos says with a soft smile, which is a stark contrast to how hard and fast he’s moving his fingers. 

Scara blushes from embarrassment, but he instead grips the bed sheets, needing to ground himself somehow. Sethos slows down for a moment, “I’m going to put in another, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

Scara just nods, unable to speak from the onslaught of pleasure. Sethos takes it, and carefully puts in a third finger. Scara hisses under him, moving his hips around. Sethos slides all three into him, but doesn’t move. 

“Baby, you good?” Sethos asks. 

Scara doesn’t answer right away. He adjusts his hips, and then says, “Yeah, I’m good. Keep going, please,”

“Okay, love. You’re doing so well, by the way,” Sethos leans up to peck his lips, “My good boy.” He smiles and kisses him properly, beginning to move his fingers once more. 

Scara whimpers into his mouth, and Sethos drinks it right up, wanting to swallow all of his baby’s sounds. He can’t get enough of Scara, and will never tire of him. He’s so pretty, even now with bright red cheeks, and his eyes half lidded as Sethos kisses him deeply, fucking him harder with his fingers. 

Sethos gets the urge to make him cum. He was going to wait until he was deep inside of him, until Scara was screaming his name, but that can wait. He wants to see his baby cum from just his fingers. So, he puts in the fourth finger without warning (he’ll probably get scolded for it later), and picks up the pace. Scara’s moans only get louder, and he moves his hips, silently begging for more. Sethos smirks at him, chuckling low at how Scara can’t keep his mouth shut. He takes this opportunity to play with his tongue, massaging it with his own, and sucking on it. Scara practically mewls with pleasure, going lax and letting his boyfriend do as he wishes. There’s spit sliding down both of their chins from the sloppy make out, but Sethos licks it up and puts it back in his mouth, sucking on his tongue again. His fingers pound into his baby’s prostate, and without warning, Scara cums. 

His body twitches as his cock spurts out cum, wholly untouched. His eyes are shut, and his hands grip the bed sheets like a vice. Oh, how Sethos wishes he could take a picture. His baby is so pretty when he comes it deserves to be captured and preserved. Sethos slows down, and gently pulls out his fingers one by one. He watches as Scara relaxes finally, and soon indigo eyes are staring back. 

Sethos smiles, “Hi, welcome back. How are you feeling?” 

He’s immediately met with a glare, “Why the fuck did you do that?” 

Sethos isn’t surprised in the slightest. He chuckles as he says, “I couldn’t help myself. I got a bit obsessive, but I’m not sorry. Don’t worry, I’ll still fuck you. I haven’t come yet, after all,”

Scara rolls his eyes, “Whatever. Just give me a moment.”

“Of course, love.” Sethos kisses his cheek, and then the other one. He kisses his forehead, and chin. He kisses his nose, and then his lips. He goes down his jaw, then his neck, kissing each hickey. Sethos kisses down his left shoulder until he reaches his hand. 

“What are you doing?” Scara asks quietly. 

“Showing you how lucky I am,”

“Oh.”

Sethos moves to his right arm, starting from the shoulder and working his way down until he kisses his palm and each finger. He goes back up to start planting kisses around his chest, and torso. He kisses his navel, and around his waist. 

Scaramouche watches with rapt attention. He’s fascinated by the pure fact that Sethos is taking his time to do this. He is always so shocked by how much the green eyed man seems to like him. Not that Scara doubts him, it’s just he isn’t used to it. Sure, he has people that care about him (he reluctantly cares about them as well), but never to this extent. Scara himself has never liked anyone this much, let alone tolerate a human. So, he never imagined laying here in his boyfriend’s bed as said boyfriend practically worships him. 

“As fun as this is, I’m not going anywhere near your feet,” Sethos says, pulling him out of head. 

Scara scoffs, “My feet are clean.”

“No, I believe you, baby. I just have a thing with feet. Cyno shoved his nasty foot into my face when he was drunk once. You know he doesn’t wear shoes. I’ve been traumatized ever since, and I hold it against him to get what I want.”

Scara rolls his eyes, “Great story, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say another man’s name while my dick is out.”

Sethos has the decency to look embarrassed. He chuckles sheepishly, “Sorry, baby. You must be ready, then.”

“Yeah. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting that long. Are you still—“

“Of course I am. I told you, I’m always hard if it has to do with you.”

“You should get that checked out,”

“Can you check it out for me?”

“Terrible pick up line.”

“Ah, cut me some slack,” Sethos mumbles against his lips, then kisses him. They get lost in each other’s lips quickly, touching wherever they can reach. 

Scara finds himself getting hard again as Sethos plays with his nipples. The tan man reaches a hand between them to pump Scara to full hardness. The man below him whines at the touch, bucking his hips up. “Please, Sethos,” Scara finds himself almost begging. He wants to feel Sethos inside of him already. 

“Okay, baby, relax. I’ve got you,” Sethos says, and reaches for the oil again. He slicks himself up, moaning softly as he pumps his cock. Once he finishes, he gets into a comfier position and lines himself up with Scara’s entrance. “Ready, baby?”

“I’ve been ready, now hurry up, please,” Scara whines, his arousal clouding his mind. 

Sethos chuckles at him, and starts to slowly push the tip in. Scara, who has his arms around Sethos’s neck, holds onto him tighter. The feeling is way different from his fingers. Though they’re long, they lack the girth that Sethos’ cock has. He winces in pain, and Sethos immediately stops. 

“Are you okay?” Sethos asks, bringing a hand to his cheek. “Please, look at me.”

When had he closed his eyes? Scaramouche opens them slowly, and blinks a few times, then saying, “I— I’m okay. Can you just… wait a moment?”

“Of course, love,” 

So, the couple lies there as they wait for Scara to get used to the new intrusion. Sethos places tiny kisses all over his face to ease his mind, and help him relax. It makes the blue eyed man smile. Afterwards, Scara told him to continue. Sethos does so carefully, and slowly until he’s fully inside his lover. He sighs at how tight Scara is, trying not to come right then and there. 

Scaramouche has found purchase on Sethos’s back, nails digging into the brown skin. He whimpers shakily, trying to relax. He focuses on Sethos’ lips covering every inch of his face to ignore the pain, and it somewhat works. 

“O-okay… You can move now,” Scara says.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting a little longer,” Sethos says quietly, and nips at his earlobe. He doesn’t think he can wait much longer, honestly. His lover just feels too good around his cock, and it won’t be surprising if he comes as soon as he thrusts. But for Scara, he’d wait. It’s his first time, after all. 

Scaramouche looks up at him, grabs his face, and pulls him in for a harsh kiss. It’s mostly tongue and teeth, but they relish in it. When Scara pulls back, there’s a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. He licks it up, and says, “Fuck me, please.”

Sethos’ eyes go wide at his crass words, and feels himself getting even more turned on, “Fuck,” he mumbles, and nods hastily. “I won’t hold back, but stop me if it’s too much.”

“I won’t. I trust you.”

Sethos only nods, and pulls out until the tip remains, then slams back into him. Scara yells out, but has no time to recover since Sethos does it again and again. He pounds into Scara’s ass, groaning loudly. The man beneath him whimpers and moans uncontrollably, his mouth hanging open as the noise spills out. Sethos angles his hips, aiming for his prostate, and knows he found it when Scara nearly screams. 

“S-Sethos..!” 

Sethos fucks him harder to hear him scream his name again. It does something to him, having him feel so carnal about it. He feels a possessive wave wash over him, and he shoves his face into the crook of Scara’s neck, sucking and biting new hickeys onto him. Scara whines his name again, nails digging into his back, drawing blood. Sethos moans at the stinging in his back, and lifts his head. He uses one hand to grip Scara’s chin, making the man look up at him with shiny eyes, unshed tears wetting his long lashes. 

Sethos smirks as he says, “You’re mine, understood? I’m the only one who can make you feel good like this, and make you scream my name. No one else, got it?”

His voice is deeper than ever, and it sends shivers down Scara’s spine. He involuntarily squeezes around his thick cock, wanting to be fucked harder. Sethos groans and leans down to whisper huskily in his ear, “No one can love you like I can.”

Scara’s eyes widen and before he knows it, he’s coming undone. He chants Sethos’ name like a prayer as he gets cum all over the both of them. There’s so much of it, and it doesn’t seem to be stopping. He’s clenching so hard that Sethos can’t help but to let go as well. He comes deep inside Scara, moaning into his neck. 

Scara is actually winded for once. He’s trying to catch his breath— though nonexistent— and Sethos is doing the same, his wild curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. He slowly pulls out, causing the other to whimper. Sethos covers his neck and shoulders in gentle kisses. 

“So good. You did so good, baby boy. My good boy,” He mumbles against his marred skin, littered with Sethos’ bites. 

Scaramouche won’t admit that he actually likes it when Sethos calls him that. It feels liberating to be taken care of like this, after having to take care of himself for centuries. He can finally let someone else take the reins, someone to steer the wheel that is his being. He almost loves it. 

He holds Sethos close, not wanting him to move just yet. He whispers, “Thank you, Sethos.”

The man on top of him mumbles sleepily, “Hm? For what?”

Scara smiles as he pets his hair, gently detangling any knotted curls, “For this. For caring about me; for taking care of me. I’ve had to take care of myself for so long, so it’s nice that someone else wants to do it. Someone who is willing to do it. So, thank you. I love you.”

Sethos lifts his head up, and quietly gasps. He hastily reaches a hand up to wipe away the tears that stain his lover’s cheeks. “Oh, honey, how I’ve longed to hear those words. I love you, too. I’ll spend the rest of my life taking care of you until you get sick of me.”

“Never. I could never ever get sick of you. Not in a million years. I fear I’m becoming obsessed with you to the point that it’s unhealthy.”

Sethos smiles at that, “Then let’s be unhealthy together. Did you not hear what I said earlier? Those words could be considered a red flag.” He chuckles softly. 

Scara playfully rolls his eyes, “You're right, I should report you to your cousin.”

“Please, don’t. He’ll take your side.”

“Oh? I thought he hated me.”

Sethos shakes his head, “He never did. He was just wary of you. Now, though, he’s quite fond of you.”

“That’s gross.”

“Take the compliment, and hush.”

“Never, but I’ll hush for now. I’m tired, anyway.”

At that, Sethos yawns and nods, “Me too. I’ll clean us up real quick and we can sleep.”

He does as he said, and they’re both clean in no time. They cuddle under the blankets, still naked, but closer than ever. Sethos lies with his head on Scara’s chest, having grown used to not hearing a heartbeat. It was strange to him at first, but he’s learned to appreciate the silence. Despite not having a physical one, he knows Scara has a heart. How could he love him otherwise?

“I love you, you know.” Sethos quietly says, drawing random patterns on his pale chest. 

Scara hums, “Mm, I know.”

“Don’t start that. Say it back.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Say it back!”

“Goodnight, little bee.”

“You don’t even need sleep!” 

“…”

“Scara! Honey! Love!”

“… I love you, too.”

Sethos giggles softly, and nuzzles his face into Scara’s neck. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Night, little bee.” 

Both of them fall asleep with smiles on their faces.