robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

[ 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. ]

[His hand is a little wet, he notices. It's such a mild sensation and yet it almost makes him freeze, the act becoming startingly real. Here he is, throwing it all to the side for...this. For Anaxagoras whimpering in pleasure, hips jutting into his grip.]

[The question makes him huff - but his answer is quieter. He doesn't know why he answers, bittersweet. He shouldn't be. It's not like its a fact he ever mourned before.]

This body wasn't made for this, Professor.

[No one could have predicted it. This weapon of a body, now used like this. His hand down another man's pants, carressing a swollen cock as he swallows down kiss after kiss. Blasphemy. Sin.]

[And yet he aches for a feeling he has never known. Hansa swallows - even like this, he's not released from the haze of want that causes him to press his lips against his jawline. He sighs his own sighs into the heated skin, pace more insistent.]

Come...undone for me. Professor.

[ It is no flight of fancy. It is reality, made real by the both of them; Anaxagoras understands even in the haze of intense pleasure, that threatens to overtake him, bringing himself easily towards an edge. Unsurprising in its swiftness, all owed to the fact that this is more or less the first he's allowed anyone to touch him so intimately.

Although Hansa also answers the way he does, the tone and emotion carries. ]

F-for now...

[ Anaxa quips, because he understands completely. More or what the other man desires - and what he wants too. Which, of course he believes he himself can change.

Oh, but he can't gather his thoughts for much more, hips bucking from where he's at, panting harder and harder. The sensation of kisses placed against his jaw, mouth dropping open as his singular eye closes shut. He never imagined himself to be the type to have ever been ever so pushed to react to something that is essentially a demand more than a request.

But with a heated, loud gasp of Hansa's name, he can't help himself. He most certainly unrepentantly defiles that holy hand with evidence of his release, biting down on his own lip as he shakes. And when he gets a hold over himself, he turns to mutter, to press a soft, gentle kiss against the other man's lips. ]

...Hansa. You truly did go quite above and beyond.

I won't allow the studious man I love without his due reward.

For now? Ha.

[What, does he plan to stick his hand in his mechanical innards, twist wires to his liking? He can't imagine it. He shouldn't imagine it.]

[Should he?]

[There's a passing thought, a little fly of a reminder that says aren't you doing this in the sitting room of all places where anyone could walk in? but it quickly gets washed out by the beautiful, profane gasp of his name. He fixates on it, wanting to devour it, sink his teeth into it, sing it, make it his, worship it-]

[Above and beyond. His pupil in his purple eye must look dark, drunk, and swollen. His hand is hot and sticky, and it must be like when Eve had apple juice trickling down her chin.]

[The line of no return. He's abandoned his faith and ran off into the horizon, from this alone.]

[Hansa sighs, heart still beating like a drum. No matter the guilt, he feels...happy, in a way he has never felt before.]

Oh? [He's kissing him in return, voice a gentle, loving whisper.] And what reward is that?

[ Wouldn't you like that, Hansa?

Anaxagoras can practically feel like the words come flying out of his own mouth, spoken aloud, though he's in the midst of feeling what exactly what it is like for a sensation of bliss to cascade all around him in that very moment. Ah, but you know, he isn't blind.

Within that moment, the intensity of Hansa's own desire is a mirror reflected and magnified seeming within his own one-eyed gaze. It enhances the moment all the same...

Hansa is perfect in so many ways. But, the look of depravation fits also perfectly on him. Even though he has reached completion it sends an additional wave of satisfaction.

His own expression then melts into something warm, hearing the sigh of what is in no doubt contentment escape the other man. ]

Am I not the greatest reward you could receive? [ A cheeky tease as their lips softly meet again; an expression of mutual, undying commitment. ] One present that supersedes any other prize.

...Although, if you would allow myself that free reign, I could also work hard for that alteration I hinted at.

[ He only pulls back slightly from the kiss so he can shifts his hands, fingers moving from where they rest to gently, and carefully reach up to run through dark strands of hair, his dual-colored eye looking into Hansa's.

Anaxagoras has fully forgotten where they are, even in the aftermath, but when the full scope of his reasoning returns, he might have the thought to be embarrassed. Right now all he can think of and see is Hansa. ]

Anything, for you.

[The light of God should be the pinnacle of perfection. Hansa always feared and adored those who wielded the power of the Lord - the group of the Burial Agency using His abilities, in their realm of the divine. That should be the peak he should aspire to. He always has been elected to serve in the dominion of Man.]

[Anaxagoras throws it out the window. Everything from his reasonable words to the fiery way his body shifts underneath his touch have that much of an effect on him. He, whose neck blossoms with golden blossoms, of divine blood.]

[This, too, in Anaxagora's world, must be blasphemy of a kind. Here he is, staking a claim on a man with one foot in the realm of sacred holy power. Hansa feels the hot flush of blood in his ears, so loud that it almost drowns out the word that stakes a claim on him, too.]

Alteration...?

[Which means he-]

[He wants to-]

[He could build a-]

[Hansa swallows. Anything for him.]

That's. [Hahaha. Wow. He's still caught up in this act like a web, and here Anaxagoras teases him for more down the line.] I-I'll think about it...

[Hooo. He's trying to douse his thoughts here by stealing another kiss. His stained hand doesn't know where to go, shifting up to rest on the man's side. Sorry.]

I mean. You really are...perfect. You are.

[ Divine blood that stands out in defiance where it exists, in his entire being, flashing provokingly indeed upon where it ensures those daring flowers bloom upon where Hansa paid such close attention to make them flourish so.

There are a multitude of actions, of who he simply is, that sums up as a mere matter of blasphemy. But though he has done such things before through motivation to spit in the face of those divine-related and not so much, in this he simply is. His feelings and actions have inspired actions of "tabboo" within his loved one.

A holy man defying his commandments to be with him. Yet in his view, they are no such things at all...and so he reaches out, hand settling gently against the other male's cheek.

Confident that this man will have no chance of escaping what he has spun, with them having both sunk so deep, his eye flickers with satisfaction at Hansa's nervousness. Perhaps a bit of residual excitement. ]

Take the time you need.

[ He does at least add, and he is pretty much strangely unbothered by the way Hansa presses his soiled hand on his side. Which, well, to be frank is because he's freak so it does make his smile widen. Though, his expression does settle between somewhere sharp yet soft at the praise, before settling into something serious. Yet wholesome. ]

Perfect? I feel if it is because you say so, I can only be that way due to the irrefutable fact that you complete me. Without you, I can't possibly be nowhere near such.

You are my other half. My everything.

[ Their imperfections make them perfect; make them whole. And that is a truth that will always be in his eye. ]

[His other half?]

[It seems such a lofty statement as to be ridiculous. Unfounded. He chokes on it, the warmth of it almost scalding as it comes to his ears. Hansa coughs a little, skin burning on his face like lava.]

The way you say such things so easily...

[It is part of the reason he himself fell in love, though. What he sees is what he gets. Anaxagoras would never lie to him. He's as bare to him as the day they could see each other's desires that day.]

[He relaxes into the touch to his face, though, eye creasing as he looks down on someone who has become so cherished. His thumb rubs lazy circles into the man's side.]

...Could you imagine yourself saying that about this terrible priest a month ago? You really....love me so much. It surprises me in all the right ways. I hope my love can be just as powerful.

[ Perhaps his own singular eye creases a bit in return, albeit some amusement but equal parts unequivocal limitless and peerless warm emotions beyond affection, the honest reaction doing well to send a sentiment from a tidal wave of emotion itself. Even just from a small reaction on his part. ]

No.

At that time, I don't believe I was cognizant of whatever feelings that stirred even in their infancy, and even when I had begun to catch on...hmph.

I expected nothing to come of it.

[ It's an honest truth. Not wholly because of Hansa's situation, but rather mostly because of his own, more than anything - though, he anticipated with Hansa his own may interfere as well. Hansa made him realize so many things; things he thought himself incapable of, forced him to confront a truth he thought he knew, but ultimately had not.

Easily, he finds himself relaxing into the touch, though even like this has enough presence of mind to offer a heartfelt, yet loving lecture. ]

But, that matters little now.

More improtantly, for a so-called terrible priest, you proved yourself to be beyond simply the inane and ridiculous nonsense, you know. Though not always above it. I firmly believe that this includes now. In that you have already proven the strength and tenacity of your love. That even if someone foolishly dared to offer it rebuttal [ He'd pull out his gun, actually. ], the truth is undeniable from what I can see.

I will remind you as much as possible as well; which should be easy enough. [ Then, with something that sounds incredibly proud... ] I am not blind to the affect I have on you, after all.

I mean, it was a little understandable why you thought nothing would come of it. But you surprised even me.

[Because in the beginning, even after realizing his feelings, he was sure it was dead on the doorstep. He was a priest. He couldn't even begin to acknowledge it as real. But the man pressed onwards, was stubborn to hell and back, and...now this. Getting lectured by the Professor about the idea of their love and how its grown.]

Ahaha! I would hope you're not. Blind, that is. [He offers a little peck of a kiss to the man's nose.] ...Can you imagine, though? Childermass accused me of leading you on, around a week or two after we arrived in this place. I denied it, and I didn't really believe it at the time, either. But I think, deep down...you had already become my favorite person.

...I'm addicted to you, Anaxagoras.

I'm fairly talented at surprising people.

[ Anaxagoras seems unsurprisingly proud of this fact. Ah, but did he believe that Hansa would never acknowledge it for himself, should he develop feelings for him? Ironically, he didn't think that.

It was acting on those feelings with a sense of finality being the rub, so to speak. He remembers when the beloved priest outlined the problems so clearly, but dared to give into his budding feelings, and...his mind goes off track when he laughs so beautifully. He lifts another hand so that two are resting on Hansa's face, and he returns the kiss right back on his nose in turn. ]

The heart knows before the mind realizes. [ Spoken gently, as much as with amusement; he shifts to lean his head against Hansa's shoulder, hands settling around his waist. ] But, now I suppose know why he reacted the way he did, when I said what I did...though, even if I felt ever the more certain about my feelings, I really had no intention of acting on them myself. Not so early on.

Well, fortunately for you, I can't help but feel the same way. Even if I will undoubtedly cause you a number of troubles.

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