[ PERMANENT. ] a (k)atch-all log for kenos

[dawnlord]

WHO: Set ( redsoil ), Bondrewd ( dawnlord ), Drizzt ( twohand ), et. al
WHAT: i actually can't stand month-by-month logs so i'm gonna crush my boys into one perma-log for anything outside of events
WHERE & WHEN: Listed in comment headers, or under the cut.
WARNINGS: General warnings for violence, vulgarity and unethical science. Will update/comment with warnings!


I struggle so hard w/ month-by-month logs, so y'all have to deal with my weird organization...

— [MARCH | SET] GOT NO SHAME, GOT NO PRIDE

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[sterngaze]

[Liem can't deny the thrill that flutters through him, quickening in his belly and rippling out, when Set shifts his hold on him and moves him back, dipping him down onto the bed as if he weighed no more than a kitten. He has ever coveted the feel of strong, steady hands on him, of being moved and manhandled and pinned down by the weight of a warm and unyielding body; somehow the potential risk involved, to be at another's mercy, only ever makes his wanting flare more eagerly inside him. He shivers with it, fingers clutching at the fabric over Set's chest as his wandering mouth trails along the line of his jaw.

Still, he cannot help that he remains a little reserved. Even as his hands wander to Set's unclothed back, even as he lets out a soft sigh and tips his head back to accommodate the passage of the warm mouth over his throat, he is so aware, always, of everything he does and every sound that passes his lips. He is not wanton in his acquiescence to Set's advances, but deliberate, even caught up in that soft-edged desire. He cannot truly believe that what he is is what the other man wants. It is what he does, always — which leaves, as ever, the possibility of doing something wrong.

Liem does not think he will. He does not suspect Set of being false. But still, there is restraint in the way he arches beneath Set's body, and in the way his fingers prize the fastenings free at the back of the god's collar, so he can slip his touch beneath fabric and slide the robes further down. His movements are deliberate, considered, just as much as they drip with closeted longing.]

I am in your hands tonight.

[Because Set was the one who came for him; the one who swooped upon him in his solitude and his melancholy; the one who brought him here to share something intimate with him, despite everything.]

[redsoil]

[ Liem gives himself. Is it any wonder that Set's laughter, bubbling from deep within his chest, is so light and carefree, with that confirmation? He is delighted in a way he rarely is during intimate encounters, little recalling the adoring lovemaking with his wife when the more recent interactions were overbearingly violent. Even in Kenos, filling his loneliness and loss with bodies and drugs and drink, he had not found a reason to make such a warm sound — to feel airy and sweet. Like he can take care of someone, in the way he was not.

His hands continue their steady, unaborted work upon Liem's jacket. Loosening it across his chest, sweeping his fingers under the edges of the lapels to reach for his body underneath; where his mouth touches the lobe of Liem's ear, his tongue curls briefly around the line of the earring he'd placed on him. The pair to the one gleaming within his own hair. Quietly, Set rakes his teeth along Liem's pulse, closing his jaw a little to increase the pressure to counter the sweet pass of his hands.

Breathing out, there's a shivery little sound from him at the contact from cool hands along the line of his warm, warm spine. His robes pool around his hips as he sits up a little, rocking up between Liem's thighs, hands dropping to hold them — to loosen the line of his neck and let his hair fall like blood over his neck, his shoulder. A small, warm smile on his face as he fits those wandering hands to Liem's hipbones, aligning his thumb against them, spreading fingers across his hips. ]

Touch me, Liem. To your heart's content.

[sterngaze]

[Over and over, Liem is surprised by just how human Set will seem in small, intimate moments, despite his agelessness and his divinity. He is divine, strange in ways that set him apart from mortals, yet as he drapes himself over Liem and laughs against his ear, he is also a man, full of pleasure and warmth at having the person he desires give himself to him. A familiar, mundane thing, and achingly attractive for its simplicity.

And for once, Liem may notice this all he likes, unburdened by the need to rein in his wanting. He is free to delight in the hot little shiver he feels when Set’s breath tickles his skin, and the hungry impatience roused by the slide of the god’s hands over his silk-covered chest. The noise he makes at the gentle pressure of teeth over his throat is a little wanton, in contrast with the deliberate slide of his hands down to Set’s waist. The gentle roll of his hips pressing up, into the god’s touch belies unspoken greed.]

I should be telling you that.

[He is always so desperate to be touched; even if he were to stay here with Set all night, he does not think he could possibly be sated. But his fingers splay over the other man’s flanks, one hand sliding around to the small of his back. The other finds its way back up to Set’s chest, his collarbone, up his neck and around to slide cool fingers into the hair at his nape. Carefully, still—and perhaps not quite to his heart’s content in reality, because even now he doesn’t let his fingers brush Set’s face, doesn’t let them trace his jaw or his cheeks or the shape of his mouth. Yet.]

x2 smut combo also hilarious that the dialogue parallels??

[redsoil]

[ Steady now, Set begins to work apart buttons and folds of cloth. To push hem and seam and panel from Liem's body, his mouth chasing the glide of rich fabric across cool skin, pressing great biting kisses to the upper, inner arm or across the low dip of Liem's belly. He is everywhere, on the move with a single-minded steadiness that lacks all ferocity one might expect from the war god — he's not violent, simply intent to lay the two of them bare. And indeed, the moment he can toss the last of Liem's outerclothes aside and leave him in just his smalls, Set also reaches down to his own body. Slips the dark robes aside and allows their openness to depart him.

It leaves him bare, wavering in it but a moment ( he has a shy heart, in the end; dominance only comes natural to him with his wife, or in competitive settings, and Liem is not Nephthys, nor is this a fight ) before he lowers his head and pushes his lips flush to the compass-shaped Shard embedded in Liem's body. Willing it to take in the feelings he has in this moment: they are simple and true, made of his desire and his affections for the sorrowful man. The hope that he finds peace and enjoyment in it. The fact that Set, seconds after he thinks about doing it, will slip his hand between Liem's thigh and take him in hand.

Stroking him slowly through the material of his undergarments, head bowed to watch the endeavor with a sort of punched out awe in his own eyes. Like he can't believe he's here, touching Liem, being allowed to. Like he perhaps isn't the person who ought to be tugging down the last layer of cloth between his bare hand and the other man's cock, to fit pale, unblemished fingers around the base of him and draw down, twisting his wrist a little to encircle the head. And repeat. ]

Did I not make my appetite obvious enough, that you think I am holding myself back?

[ girls girls, you're both repressed it's ok ]

My heart's content might be hours of this. Days, maybe. Could you survive that?

[sterngaze]

[For all that Liem does want to touch, for all that he is eager to coax a reaction from the man poised above him, he cannot help his distraction when Set explores his body so devoutly. It is distracting to let the god peel away his layers, heating Liem’s skin with his hands and his kisses. The hungry attention of Set’s mouth on his belly and the lips brushing his shard especially pull shivery little gasps from him, regardless of his efforts to retain his composure.

He does not know what to do with the warmth fluttering against his ribs at the press of Set’s lips. It is a foolish feeling to have, but he cannot seem to stop himself from feeling it, any more than he can resist the urge to squirm his hips into the god ‘s touch. Liem’s fingers stroke restlessly through glossy red hair, trace the shell of his ear as he props himself up to regard him, the rise and fall of his breathing already uneven. It has been far too long since anyone touched him like this.

He does not have the look of a man prepared to endure days of sexual intimacy. Actually, he looks like he’s just shy of desperate.]

That surely depends… hah... on how you treat me. Perhaps I couldn’t.

[Despite his breathless mien, Liem’s expression is playful.]

Then again… I can think of worse ways to go.