1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Meinrad's eyes glanced off Laric the moment the unspoken line had been crossed. "You will ask for forgiveness," he intoned, neutrally. It happened faster than anyone could react, the old arcanist inscribing sigils in the air at the course of half a heartbeat. A shuffle in the air, a low moan...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The stones of the old manor seemed infused with the Shroud of the leyline, woven into an intricate, monumental pattern. Like the intricate work of sealing an unbreakable vow, the power welled at the foundation now gravitated erratically to two sources located in that room, the one who created...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter did not buckle under pressure, and found his feet when shoved back like a child about to be disciplined by a heavy-handed parent. But he was paler than a sheet, breath weighing his chest heavy, head filling slowly with pinpricks that would drown out the richness of the ambient sound and...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The man who was turning away, stopped, and his dark-blue eyes measured the naked blond man who stepped from behind the modesty screen. The visitor stood only slightly taller than Walter. A long mane of silver-white hair sat neatly behind his back, a beard that framed his face was groomed and...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Oh, I'd want more than anything to have my affections known, someday," Walter murmured, his cheek touching lightly to the strands of gold, voice quiet with a wistful dreaminess. "But before then... there is much to be done, and only time will tell." He kissed the golden crown on Laric's head...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The gold locks unfurling, Walter's hand lifted quickly from Laric's waist to along his spine, to catch most between fingers. The fingertips curled upward, to capture more, moved up Laric's back. Index finger brushed aside to pull upward a lock where only the tip ended up in water, and it clung...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "You may. Black and red are the only exclusions in my dressing preferences." Walter murmured. "It could also be fun to wear matching and opposing colors." He grew still at the thought of introductions, eyes wandering off Laric for a moment. They searched for something on the wall that was not...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    Geist's trot was not exactly like a horse. A slightly different grace, weight shifting without that light toss upward, one paw exchanging with the other smoothly in the gate. Closer to a predator stalking apace. The mercury-silver sheen of the coat was lightening into ashen-grey for the winter...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Ah. Somehow he managed to forget, in this long, lust-soaked day, that Laric was actually above him in the ranks, and means, just as well. The golden boy of the Deliriens wasn't just blond. Not that it mattered for what was taking place. "Doesn't have to me modest, hm?" the dark eyes narrowed...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter took the glass, pulled closer the bottle and refilled it, passing it back with a chuckle. Perhaps he'd missed out on the point of the gesture - or was deliberately declining that sort of commiseration. His hand drifted over Laric's when the glass would have been taken, brushed gently...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Oh, love, no. I've been told I'm eerily quiet when I sleep," Walter offered, settling the board across the basin between them, and lowering himself onto the seat in the water across from Laric. Stretched out the legs slightly, sunk down to his clavicles, stem of the glass in the gloved fingers...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Eyes opened, shoulders rolled, and Walter exhaled through his nose, determination and a willful return to light mirth over the tension. He stepped closer to Laric, refilled their glasses and set his onto the tray after a sip. Half a step closer still, his warm fingers brushed against the lover's...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    His fingers closed around the glass, and lips parted to let out an audible shuffle of an uneven exhale. Heavy eyelids lowered, lines creasing between brows, then fading on an inhale. Walter could feel Laric drift closer, and all of a sudden felt underdressed, too bare, too vulnerable. Nodded to...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Perhaps, as relaxation overtook, Laric simply did not notice how quiet Walter went. He didn't turn pale, just very still, eyes no longer tracking the lover's movement. If there was anger, it was strangled, suppressed excruciatingly but with a practiced hand. His lips pressed tighter, and his...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Perhaps. They've left the enchanted jars and the heat stone by the basin." He sighed. Looked at the bemused lover, and smiled back fainter. "What if I told you that it can feel that way? It's not that a hydra would emerge from the depths of the rock and snap at me. Nor would the ghost of my...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was in no hurry, and hardly bothered by anything. "Should have tied me better." Walter teased, slowly pressing close. He still felt a bit too oversensitized, like sparks pricking under the skin from too much contact - but wanted the warmth at the same time. So he pulled Laric by the waist...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He did not cry out as much as whimpered when the pleasure was too much, accumulated to a dizzying degree. Hips moved to meet Laric's, stifled moans interrupting, falling quiet as he lost his breath, thrusting into the tight grip of the lover's hand, tightening around him. His upper body sunk...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    What was it about the stories of ghosts and vile curses often starting in a manor in the countryside, with a history of tragedy and a peculiarly dreary wild grasses strewn for as far as the eye could see between the barren trees and rubble-patches of low cliffs staking the landscape? Affluence...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Neither of them were those boys that flaunted swordplay anymore, or tussled in a mess of tangled bodies without direction. Perhaps, if fate had it different, all those years ago, if a circumstance had them understand each other's preference, if... Perhaps, if Laric had his want then, there would...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Lips parted, pulling in an inhale, eyes studying Laric as he moved with that fluid, almost feline grace. A noise of agreement as words were running out once again. His hand moved on Laric's cock when the oil spilled, spread it before letting go and leaving a smudge of oily sheen up his abdomen...
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