robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[ A scarlet burned so bright and beautiful, but can be seen from miles away when exposed; a perfect mark that can't be denied. A surefire symbol of how they have delved together in this entanglement, full of love, and slowly revealing immense desire, and whatever else that has bound them so.

Much as Hansa speaks so freely and acts without reserve, that is simply another draw - one of the many reasons Anaxagoras could find himself by his side no matter the change of days. No matter the horrors that surrounded them both.

As for the future...

Anaxagoras' gaze is simply full of Hansa. How he moves to plant a gentle and affectionate kiss against his palm, as if he were a prince - so gentlemanly, at that. It makes his heart aflutter every time. ]

In order for a student to pass with flying colors, they should be inclined to learn in addition to study well, and follow each topic for every lesson ardently.

Can you follow the lead of your dear Professor to achieve your goal? Keep in mind, class is now in session.

[ His asks this, eye creasing a bit as he is enjoying himself a bit with such talk, even if his own heart races - a soft flush that is in danger of matching Hansa's. But, daringly, he tips his head back, ever so slightly, to expose his neck. ]

[...............Yeah, okay. This is. Definitely crossing so many lines at this moment. Hansa sort of wants to smack himself. He should get it together. He should remember that he's at the beck and call of the Church, and probably there's a hidden 13th commandment of "really you shouldn't be indulging in roleplay where you're a student, isn't that too much?", and-]

[He swallows.]

[An apple.]

[This is the apple.]

[His mouth is watering. Stupid him. In the end, so much of his body was replaced, and in the end, so much of him is still human. Years of school and Church work feel like they're so, so paltry compared to this.]

...Yes, sir. You'd better give me an A for this. I do quite good on homework.

[.............Fucking hell, can he stop talking? Can he stop running his mouth?]

[Hansa leans forward, tipping his mouth to find a patch of bare skin. A kiss, first. And then, he presses them deeper, teeth scraping as he sucks a little on it to produce a similar vibrant welt to the one that the man left on him.]

[Suitable revenge that he was asking for, really.]

[ Sometimes, one needs to simply say 'screw the commandments, or specifically the hidden kind' when going right on ahead. To even indulge in the sweet - not bitter - fruit offered...the one that seems like simple temptation, but is laced in layered desire. A knowledge only learnt by sinking in, and enjoying with each and every bite.

Anaxagoras knows it by having a chance to entertain it with Hansa, having had the opportunity to explore the taste. Oh, and seeing that hungry expression, he grins, wide - a hint of that excitement spreading like wildfire once more.

Once Hansa latches on, with a sweet kiss, he feels anticipation well up within, and then ... there's the applies pressure. From his lips escapes a sinful noise, a soft breath that is more a gasp than not. One of his hands clutches tighter onto that hair all the while. ]

Ah...it seems you had done your homework.

Paying such close attention, I can't afford to give you a failing grade. Hahaha, I also hope the taste was to your satisfaction.

[ I'm sorry that he's basically a freak for being an inexperienced man in this arena. Because he is. ]

[He feels like the heat in his face might just make his skin melt off just from the sound alone. It must be like kissing the surface of the sun. A blinding, brilliant thing that's liable to burn through him. That's what it feels like, with this man.]

[Why, it must be like tasting the waters of the divine.]

...I want to do it again.

[He murmurs against the bruised skin- he feels like a schoolboy eking out a timid confession in the booth. Shameful. Shameless. His fingers curl into the man's back.]

I don't even know what I'm doing.

[ The words resound throughout his own head, clear as day. They are a reflection of his own, louder than anything - but, even so, it makes it even more pleasant. A heart-throbbing sensation, as it is a reminder, that this is a truth that exists for them both - that remains no matter how much they dare to indulge themselves.

The want juxtaposed with inexperience - intensity with anxiousness. It's enough to make even himself dizzy, face flushed already feeling even warmer with such daring thoughts that feels like it may light him aflame even under water. It is no wonder he can't suppress a shiver at the murmur against now sensitive skin. ]

...That makes both of us, doesn't it?

[ Despite everything, Anaxagoras utters the words in a question, voice gentle. They have not much of whatever they're doing, but it is just like them too. He can feel that tight grip, that hold that wants to dig in, and never let go. ]

However, if you want to take another bite...there is no sense in not saying that can't be a continuance of the lesson. The subject and topic being our undying, mutual affection.

[He really doesn't think he'd recognize himself, looking on this from the outside. He must be a mess. Almost tangled up with the other man, hair messy from the hand buried into it. He's holding Anaxagoras so close as if he could melt into him. How sacrilegious. A priest shouldn't be looking like this, feeling like this, mouth hovering over unblemished skin.]

[...He can't ignore that this is desire. What a concept. He never thought he'd feel it in a million years. But this isn't something base, he thinks. He's not like some animal who can't help himself. He only feels this way because of the way he feels for the other man. The intensity of physical feeling only is because of the intensity of emotional feeling. As Anaxagoras says, their mutual affection. Or better yet:]

...Our love.

[More than affection.]

I really do love you. [He feels that shiver, even as he's smiling the words against his neck.] If I have to do a thousand lessons to show it, I will.

[He finds another spot. Another blank space. And he sinks his mouth on it, humming as his teeth pinch the skin with the mission of hearing another one of those lovely noises.]

[ Oh, but in Anaxagoras' gaze, Hansa can be no other than himself - an individual who has always shown who he is not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. With his words, his actions, the entirety of his whole being clear to him as well.

Even now, it simply is a natural escalation.

Fondness to affectionate gestures to - as Hansa has indeed placed it far better - love. A word that encompasses an intimacy that contains both gentle expressions, and more that are passionate despite what direction they end up following.

As, for the both of them, how can either of them have simply decided to go this far without feeling so deeply for one another? ]

Hansa...

[ Anaxagoras' breath feels like it leaves him as he practically utters the name as if like a prayer, a bit more heavier in its weight, the look on his face evidence of not only the fact the words affected himself so. But the actions as well, making him even bite his own lip a little, pressing himself up against the man inadvertently, hands gripping onto the other still tight - one tangled in that hair, the other against that shirt. ]

I would have never doubted it. Ever since you made your confession. Yet...I could not help but want you to attend such lessons with that amount of fervor. Hah, perhaps even I can be this ridiculous - it is my own fault as well, being this smitten...but, there is no other word than the one you have spoken that can properly describe what is between us.

It is that very love between us that has bridged both our of hearts beyond reason, and left us senseless.

[ Shall he call this topic "The Grand Debate of Love" instead? ]

[Even now, Anaxagoras declares such things as if he's on a grand pedestal. As if he is shouting at humanity that here he is! This is what he feels! No one should be so daring to take it from him!]

[Take Hansa Cervantes away from him...!]

[The weight of such words only makes Hansa feel more of that wonderful new emotion called bashfulness, because really, who in the world would talk about him like this? Anaxagoras says its his own fault. Maybe it is. Maybe it's Hansa's fault. They're both sort of bonkers for getting into this, and yet-]

[He can't regret a thing.]

[The shift of the man's body makes him shiver. It really must be from the heart, these feelings, he hardly thinks the Church would even think to make this impressively built body react to this close tight heat-]

Haah. Yeah. I could call it senseless, alright.

[Fervor. What a word. He's already staring directly at evidence of it, like flowers blooming along the side of the man's neck.]

Beyond reason, too. I don't think that's a word for this. [Hansa's breath is shaking - he almost feels sick. His hand at the man's hip dips down, grasps the edge of his leg, thumb almost nestled near the thigh.] My brain feels like its melting, Teacher.

[ Anaxagoras does not care to examine it far too much, given what he is in the first place - but, the irrefutable truth remains in that he is one who has experienced much loss. It is harder to cling onto someone and never want to let go, the sentiment in of itself almost...foreign. But, just by being with Hansa, it feels like in doing so, he is living his truth.

Ever since the day he realized he could not see future without the other man, nor could even dare to imagine one. He never saw much wrong with indulgence, borne of deep emotions; he simply hadn't done much of it in regards with another actual person.

Indeed, it feels like he is light as air. He is starting to see a new path in front of him - one wherein his own truth remains the same, but perhaps, if he can have a future with Hansa...ah, still such an unknown. Yet, with each moment still, he wants it more than anything.

The desire reaches both a higher emotional and physical level within him. As if steadily reaching towards a dangerous higher output, but welcome all the same. Yes, he feels senseless, with the smirk spreading across his lips, like the way those goldened blooms are upon his neck, so divinely bright. ]

Perhaps so.

...But, does your mind truly feel like it has been overwhelmed beyond your capacity? Do you believe that will stop you from proceeding and learning any further?

Even if you lost your reason? Even if you feel so senseless?

[ The hand is teasing where it drops, resting there, nestled perfectly. With Hansa breathing so heavily, he brings the hand against his back, to once again against a heated cheek. In a gentle caress, but then searching to go under his chin, and then have fingers brush against the mark he himself left. ]

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[Would that stop him? Would anything, really? He's always been headstrong. He always spites authority. He can't do that? Watch him. He can. It's a noble virtue, perhaps, to have a determination that slams itself through walls without hesitation. Hansa was made an Executor. He would hunt one of those evil creatures known as Dead Apostles to the ends of the earth.]

[So here, even with reason being a vague concept, even with his senses overwhelmed, does that really stop him?]

[Faith, perhaps, still could. Faith which still feels like a little guillotine above his head. Shame, shame, shame. Inexperience, too. He feels like he's clumsy, here, heart swallowed in his throat. Anaxagoras caresses him like a jewel, which is funny, he thinks, because the man with golden flowers over his skin is ten times more beautiful.]

[He leans into the touch, purple eye lidded as he replies, voice hoarse, husky.]

Where would the next lesson go if I feel like I could...go on? Teacher.

[ Barriers are meant to be knocked over. Rules are meant to be broken. That's just how it is. Anaxagoras' own desire in standing by this man's side has already grown to the point of being unashamed in communicating what he has. With each moment that passes, that feeling only ever goes stronger, even if it should be possible. There is no doubt, that they are intertwined.

Resignation, giving up, sacrificing himself to leave nothing left just to ensure a certain conclusion are no longer options he himself will abide.

Even if he knows of that uncertainty of his own fate - but now, he too wants to smash it down to pieces with all that he has. He had said before that because of Hansa, he had hope to look towards something tangible, and now...it burns like a open flame. Like the desire that flares when he sees the way Hansa looks at him and speaking in that tone... ]

We'd share another kiss, my attentive student.

Then...I would invite you to touch me a little more boldly - a bit more intimately.

[ Anaxagoras' own heart beat thunders as he says such a thing. Then, he leans forward to capture the other man's lips against his, aiming to playfully nip at a lip before entering into a passionate kiss. ]

Alright.

[He isn't stupid. This is all new - headache-inducingly new, of course - but its not like he doesn't know where this road leads. Where it could end. That's what happened after Eve ate the apple, of course. She handed it to Adam. She watched the juice drip down his mouth, over his neck, his chest. And together, under the tree, they lost their innocence.]

[He's burned away so much. He's danced over the line, ran over it, and now it feels like its in the horizon. He's lost himself. Anaxagoras kisses him again - how is it so sweet? A snake always has the right things to say, and its mouth is always so welcoming.]

[But its not poison inside of him. He should feel worse about this. There is a sting, deep down, but he

he can't help himself.]

[His hand is bolder, now, given permission. He's shifting it around, pressing at his inner thigh and focused on a reaction. Like so, Teacher? Is he doing well?]

[ Anaxagoras is a patient man on this road of furthering temptation (sweet, entangled, and layered with their feelings for each other), enjoying it bit by bit how Hansa is allowing himself to walk this road. Even with it still being clear that it's a first.

The softness of those lips against his being something always so welcome, like he himself is consistently drowning within those. He pulls away from the kiss when he feels that touch - bolder now with his allowance, pressing curiously at his inner thigh. ]

Yes...that's it.

[ Anaxagoras' words fall out in heated encouragement, praise falling out like tumbling dominos, and he shifts his head slightly downwards. ]

...Good students should always be rewarded. Don't you agree?

[ He moves again to mouth at that pale neck once more, near the spot where he bit down before, teeth sinking in. ]

Ah-

[He doesn't recognize the noise that ekes out his mouth. A low whine, tinged with pain and soaked in a drunken pleasure. Vampires he has fought and destroyed over the years, some have made comments on it. Perhaps they would do their best to bite the neck of a priest, coyly smiling at finding him prey. Hansa only ever smiled back, knowing that a vampire attempting to bite him would likely burn themselves away by simply touching a consecrated body like his.]

[Empty, stupid threats. Which is why Anaxagoras finding that very place and staking claim again feels potent. A key to a lock. He didn't know it existed until now.]

[Hansa swallows audibly, craning his neck to the side to allow more access to the Professor's teeth. His fingers continue their careful journey. So awful, that they find that heat so readily, cupping down below to grasp between his legs.]

[He realized this a little from the beginning, but he is pushing the man a little so his back is against the wall. Better leverage.]

[ A sound that is music to his ears, that brings an excited sensation that feels like it reverberates throughout the entirety of who he is. A little more than before when he first ventured to make that initial mark - an act worth the time spent, undoubtedly. Satisfaction, a more identifiable emotion, follows swiftly, his lips curling into a little smirk when he sucks on that spot.

But, little did he know that Hansa planned to be a bit more adventurous in his pursuit of knowledge - truly, as diligent of a pupil as he would expect. A priest willing to grab that forbidden fruit, causing Anaxagoras to jerk back a bit, to let out a soft sound. ]

—Ah...very good.

[ Anaxagoras' voice is pitched differently than before, for a moment even pressing into that grasp, and then he barely realizes he has been shifted up against the wall. He's a bit distracted already, and weighs far less than Hansa, making it very easy to manage this. But, he leans forward, so he can drag his tongue against those marked spots against the other man's neck, fingers gripping onto Hansa tightly once more, one hand relaxing to run fingers through that hair.

It's further encouragement. ]

[A pretty little noise for a pretty little man. Move over, choir. Move over, angelic voices. Are you as beautiful as the sigh of a man in pleasure?]

[Awful, suffocating cherry syrup-sweet pleasure. It invades his senses. Anaxagoras' tongue is on that sore skin, making him bite into his lip to stifle the groan of pain...is it pain? It should be.]

[They're dealing with an illness here, but Hansa feels, for the first time, he's the one sick. Everything feels like its sinking in like a fever - he's grasping his prize, sliding up to feel the swell of it through the fabric. He's a good student. He'll show everything he's being taught, even as he's almost jealous at the fact he can't feel exactly similar. He has to rely on what the man feels, the sounds he makes.]

[His mouth finds the tip of the other's ear, now grasping it between his teeth to suck on that, too. He won't leave a mark, but its something like an anchor in these rabid seas.]

[ Anaxagoras finds himself giving in once again, to the feeling, to the touch. Which by this time will find easy purchase, especially since he has been growing ever more excited so easily, simple to tell from dedicated attention. Such that even through the cloth it can be felt with an incessant touch, a certain shape easy to grasp, pressing against the fabric with apparent arousal, his eye closing as he surrenders himself completely. He finds himself eagerly shifting into that light touch, again.

It doesn't help that the other man is paying so close attention to his ear too. It's so easy to shift his head slightly, so the man can hear, with his breath hot against Hansa's skin. ]

...Hansa...ah, you are doing so well - like that.

[ The Professor's tone is almost sinfully pleased in clear enjoyment, and he briefly drags teeth against that sensitive skin on the man's neck without biting down. He wants more; he's always wanted more. Let him drown in these sensations, in giving himself over to the other man without a single bit of hesitation.

So, now he moves so that both hands once more so that they're against his back, head tilted at a different angle so he can see Hansa's face, lips parting. A teasing invitation, yet demanding. ]

Mm, kiss me again.

[So well. The compliment sinks into him - he almost swears he can hear the mechanical part of him humming more furiously, He knows he can't overheat, but its somehow a delight to think he possibly could, with this desire like poison infusing every inch of him.]

[The swelling beneath his fingers makes him swallow, but he's now distracted by the man's face coming into view once more. A beautiful, precious sight. It's in moments like this when he understands that Anaxagoras was a demigod.]

Of course. Anything for you.

[He says, dutifully. Loyal to the end. His hand squeezes down below, before trailing up to find the edge of his pants. Hansa follows orders well, giving into the demand as his lips find their roost - his kiss sinks right away into the deep, groaning as he presses his tongue in.]

[His fingers dip below the waistline, aiming to touch the soft skin that he hopes is as heated as he feels.]

[ A Professor must ensure he is granting anyone who is learning well the proper amount of praise, after all, and of course Hansa has proved himself all the more deserving of it. Yes, there is so much Hansa deserves, that he can't even quite put the words to it all.

But, there is an unidentifiable emotion that courses through him rapidly when he speaks such words - anything for him. He thinks he's about to say something, but instead something that is a sharp gasp escapes him with that pleasant squeeze.

And soon lips are upon him as requested, the deep kiss, the sound Hansa makes encouraging Anaxa to feel like he's further melting into the man he loves, fingers tangling into the back of that shirt. His tongue even easily meets the other man's as it becomes passionate with little to no time, and when those fingers dip, with a searching touch, he can feel his body eagerly press up towards them.

A muffled moan escapes him all the while - all so new, but all so welcome. It's like he's being lit further on fire. ]

[He almost wishes he wasn't kissing him. Almost. The moan is so quiet. He has a ravenous urge to hear it louder - it scares him. He never thought himself a man who was passionate for more than just his role. Here and now, he knows Anaxagoras is his only focus, burning into him like a fire.]

[His hand goes lower. He grasps his prize. Hansa feels like his own heart is thrumming like an engine. From love, from excitement, from shame, from guilt, from sheer and honest desire.]

[His other hand is tucked in the small of his back as the one grasping Anaxagoras starts to experimentally slide up, keeping an even pressure.]

M-More...

[He gasps into the man's mouth. Everything. He wants more of everything.]

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[ Anaxagoras is someone who hasn't exactly delved into the realm of personal pleasure much on his own, even if he too is only a man. Indeed, he...just simply never had reason or cause for it before. Now, he is finding out just how perhaps indulgent he can get, or how much he can truly want after experiencing what he has.

The flames of passion light up within him further, when he feels those fingers encircle him, grip firm, and he makes another sound against those lips, single eye wide; a bit louder. With Hansa caressing him so intimately, he can't help but break that kiss, lips parted as he lets out another sound, a harsh breath as he presses again - eagerly into what he feels. ]

Hansa...it's good. I-I want you to continue. I'll...

[ The way his voice trembles embarrasses him firmly, even in the throes of intense heat that feels like it is about to subsume him entirely. It feels like it even scalds his mind, burning away rational thought.

He lurches forward, teeth catching on the other side of the man's neck, where he hasn't marked just yet, biting down. ]

[He wants him to continue. Hansa answers with another stroke of his hand, his voice deep and dark as wine:]

I never will stop.

[Not for anything. He will continue this to its beautiful conclusion. He's been asked so nicely. The teeth against his neck sink in, and he's choking out a moan of his own as the sensation seems to spark into his spine. He has no equivalent to what Anaxagoras has, here, but by God (sorry, God) it must feel close enough.]

[He feels like he's rabid.]

[Hansa sucks another breath through his teeth as he moves forward. The stroking becomes more solid, determined, even as his own hips shift forward in an almost desperate semblance of wanting to capture the same feeling.]

Beautiful. You're...beautiful...

[ Anaxagoras feels the touch continue, blissful sensations traveling up through him as pleasant as Hansa's declaration that he will naught else but continue. Relief mixes with it in kind. Excellent, excellent...

Hearing Hansa making that sound strikes a further chord within him. Music to his ears, and already his continuance, more confident as well as confident weight upon him with that movement has Anaxa move his head back. He shivers at the praise - oh, he's always been weak to it.

Truthfully, even more than he's ever wanted to admit, but always genuine words. It feels ever the more electric, being touched, and hearing compliments being delivered upon his presence. His face is flushed, between pleasure and still some remnants of embarrassment.

Another little tremble leaves him, and his lips part open again as his head even tilts back, closer to the wall for a bit, his next words falling out with a softer, but audible moan. ]

Nnnh—you...hah - may have no choice but to give a perfect score...I'm caught - in your hand.

[ His eye is a bit half-lidded as he says this, hips moving upwards eagerly, more and more. ]

I want...more than perfect.

[If there even is such a thing. Perfect and beyond. He's such a good student. Surely his Professor will give him accolades and recommendations to sink his teeth into. Hansa worries into the man's lower lip, the hand at his back now squeezing around to the side of his hip to tuck one of his legs against him for more leverage.]

[This all feels like the oldest yet newest thing in the world. True and honest love, sinking into this inconceivable ferocity of movement and sound. He focuses more attention to the head of him, thumb flicking over it - its a movement that sends a nervous little spasm up into his back. Was he really so bold to make such movements that he would have never done in a million years? Hansa's breath shudders as he swallows back even more heat in his face and neck.]

I almost feel...jealous. Of what you have.

[He has no current circuits or patterns in his mechanical body to feel the way the man is feeling no. If only a taste.]

[If only a simple taste....]

Mmm...do you?

[ More than perfect?

The words feel as if they cause a jolt of amusement at the audacity - Hansa is an overachiever, is he? No, that sounds about right. He would dare to spearhead the way towards an impossible result of utmost success, grasping it tenaciously in his hands - just as he does him, in his palm. The little extra touches, the shift to offer leverage speaks to that.

Feeling the extra attention to his lip, he made to slip his tongue out for a little taste, and anything else gone in another second with the way he flicks that finger over that tip with more attention makes him bite his lip. Makes him let out more whines, as his eye goes half-lidded as the heat rises within him, enough that...he's leaking a bit. ]

Hansa, Hansa...ah, can't you - does it have to stay that way?

[ His fingers are gripping onto him even tighter, even if there's a limit, with how he currently is - his normally sharp mind a bit dulled by such dedicated touch. ]

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me slapping the likely nsfw filter from here on out. help me

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