eschatological | [psl] post-mortem; closed to @destinymaker

[ Removing the shirt, Rau will allow. He tugs it off smoothly and casually, although when his hair settles back into place there are fair wisps starting to cling to the first faint perspiration at his temples.

But "distant" ... the gloves don't have any particular significance now that he doesn't have to hide painful trembling, but "distant" is just being ridiculous when Rau is the only one shirtless. He avoids Gil's reach easily, and settles his still-gloved hands at Gil's hips instead. His fingers dip beneath the hem of the undershirt, but then also, just a centimeter, below the waist of Gil's pants. ]

What's distant? [ he asks blandly, dipping his head so that his lips brush over Gil's ear with each word, and just daring him to say the ridiculous part out loud and complain about the gloves. ]

[ So difficult... is what Gil would like to think, but mostly he's incredibly distracted by the way Rau's presence overwhelms every other sensation. The sight of him so undressed, the heat of his breath... ]

Perhaps the coolness of glove fabric on my heated skin?

[ There, he said it. Make fun of him as you will.

His own very much ungloved hands travel up Rau's now bare back until he can lightly drag a fingernail over the base of his neck. Such precision in sensation that can be gained with bare fingers, see? ]

Let's do away with such barriers.

[ He'd also like to rid himself of his now two unbuttoned jackets, but the privilege of having the hottest man you've ever known in your lap comes with the disadvantage that your freedom of movement is strongly limited. When Gil draws his hands back so he can make good on his words and remove barriers indeed, it's a bit of an awkward shuffle to shrug out of his clothing without disturbing their position too much. ]

[ Rau cranes his neck fractionally into that fingertip touch, then watches evaluatingly while Gil handles the two jackets. But when it comes to the undershirt, Rau slips his hands under the bottom hem again, so that his still-gloved fingers slip along Gil's sides and arms as he pulls the layer up and off. One near-final hoorah for glove fabric on heated skin.

He catches Gil’s hands in his at the end of the gesture, intertwining their fingers as he leans back slightly; without the mask, there’s no hiding the way that Rau’s eyes sweep over Gil, openly appraising. They’re both habitually bundled up, Rau wants to look. And it doesn’t hurt to continue being mildly irksome about the gloves. ]

So impatient.

[ But the glint in Rau’s eyes and the flush and the faint perspiration and the heavy rise and fall of his chest rather undercut the rebuke. ]

[ The disadvantage of having an absolutely unreasonable amount of hair is that it's hard to tame, so after Gil's undershirt is pulled over his head it refuses to settle back into place quite as it is supposed to.

Gil's body is as pale as one might expect. A lifetime spent safely holed up in laboratories and offices have left his skin without even a hint of color and without any blemishes either. The gunshot wound that Rey inflicted on him had been the only major injury his body ever had to suffer and here, in the liminal space of the afterlife that injury has been reduced to nothing but a pale scar. Without any rigorous military training under his belt, Gil never had a use for building up significant muscle but he's kept fit enough for health benefits. Still, he's thin more than he's toned. The size of his coat does a bit of work to make his figure seem more imposing when clothed. ]

I've waited a decade. Cut me some slack.

[ In absence of another option to move, Gil runs his thumbs over Rau's still annoyingly gloved hands. He grins at Rau, entirely self-assured about his own attractiveness even as the less muscular man here. He is equally self-assured about looking at Rau in turn. He wants to tell him he is gorgeous, but commenting on appearance feels like walking into a minefield. It is safer to let his eyes and flushed cheeks do the talking for him. ]

[ George Glenn might've unleashed a lot of darkness and conflict, but he also unleashed Coordinator hottie genetics, so, good job everyone.

But slack, hm. A little leeway, yes, but slack. Rau pulls both his hands back and bites the tip of one middle finger lightly, catching fabric in his teeth and very deliberately the glove off with a twist of his head. (The indulgent cooperativeness may be setting off alarm bells--.) ]

No, [ he smiles.

Then he puts his other hand on Gil’s shoulder, and, unless Gil reacts very quickly, is going to very firmly push him down to lie flat on his back. He’ll be thoughtful enough to shift back into Gil’s lap, though. And to toss him the glove. ]

[ Rau may have verbally refused Gil's request, but absolutely none of what he does in response feels even remotely like a detriment. The teeth glove trick is incredibly sexy and then---

Well, it'd be a lie to say Gil isn't caught off guard. There is a distinct moment where his eyes widen at being suddenly manhandled like that and there might be a small ungraceful yelp involved as well. But then he's down on his back and Rau is straddling him and... Oh.

Oh, this is is an excellent position to be in. He hadn't really pictured himself as the one being pinned down before, but laying here and looking up at Rau's flushed face and bare chest Gil decides that he hadn't been dreaming big enough. ]

... I see how it is.

[ He'll reach up to brush his fingers through Rau's hair briefly, but then his hands pretty quickly wander lower and come to rest on.... well, if we're generous it's Rau's lower back, but it's a lot closer to his ass than anything else. ]

[ Rau continues to be noticeably less restrained with his body than with his face or voice. He arches slightly into that touch, then leans forward and settles the still-gloved hand next to Gil’s shoulder, so that he’s looking directly down at him. The fingers of his other hand brush Gil’s cheek for a moment, then explore lightly, unhurriedly down the jugular. ]

And how’s that?

[ He’s openly teasing, openly challenging again – but mostly, he’s just smug. Completely smug. (Smugger than anyone wearing no shirt and one remaining glove should be; it’s A Look, even for Rau.) He’s going to keep calling out every vague statement until it backfires hilariously. ]

[ It is very mean of Rau to keep asking for specifics when Gil's really just making remarks for the sake of it. He likes talking too much for his own good; they've established that he can't help it!

Fortunately, he also likes talking enough that coming up with answers to Rau's devious teasing is a simple enough task. ]

I see that I quite like it when you're being unforgiving with me.

[ If a human being could purr, Gil would be doing it. He has never seen himself as a submissive person and he's not about to start now, but he could absolutely get used to Rau demonstrating his power from time to time.

With Rau's body language only encouraging him, Gil proceeds to let his hands travel lower on Rau's body, which is both great for feeling him up and for actually breaking the last barrier of chastity - Gil pushes their hips together harshly, the first real bid for friction in this encounter. ]

[ Rau rocks back into him without hesitation or restraint. His eyes flicker closed for a moment and he exhales with sharp satisfaction. Between his flushed cheeks and tousled hair and slightly parted lips, he’s starting to look properly debauched. And yes, his nails dig into the skin at Gil’s collarbone, but that’s not being intentionally cruel, just not bothering to rein in a reflex. ]

You’ve been terribly spoiled if you think this -- [ he rolls his hips again, and it takes another hard exhale before he can continue the thought ] -- is unforgiving.

[ “Unforgiving” right after “waited a decade,” hah. Rau knows perfectly well that he’s giving Gil exactly what he wants, even if Rau has made him mock-fight for it, even if there will be some extra scratches by the end. And for the moment, that’s not a problem. Gilbert Durandal has gotten under his skin, and Rau wants to see this through to the end. ]

Hahhh...

[ Gil lets out a low moan, looking up at Rau through heavy-lidded eyes all the while. He doesn't want to miss even a moment of these unmasked expressions that are all for him. In all his life and death, he's the person who has gotten closest to Rau le Creuset. Gil wants to believe that. Those beads of sweat on his brow, the way his eyelids flutter... Rau's face may not be unique to him, but surely these are expressions that belong only to the two of them in this moment.

Now that they've started, it's hard to resist keeping up the pace and Gil doesn't bother. He rocks his hips up in a slow but steady rhythm, feeling keenly that his pants are way too tight for this. ]

Mhm... Maybe it isn't so bad-- being spoiled in this way.

[ And that should go for Rau as well. Having sex is not going to make Rau existentially happy, but Gil wants to make sure he enjoys himself to the fullest. After another self-indulgent squeeze of his ass, Gil lets go and touches Rau's bare lower back instead, feathery traces of fingernails on skin. ]

I wonder, do you want to-- be held? Or to hold?

[ It's very euphemistic language to use even while he moves his hands to the front and onto Rau's belt buckle.

Even now Gil's eyes never once leave Rau's face, and though he's panting with desire, there's still an adoration in his expression that is maybe a little embarrassing. ]

[ That might be nice euphemistic politician-talk, but it is the opposite of sexy; Gil’s lucky that Rau is horny enough to mostly ignore it. He buries his face in the crook of Gil’s neck and laughs, nipping lightly at the soft skin there in rebuke. This time the laughter is a little mocking. ]

Such clinical precision.

[ Who lets you do doctor things, seriously. But, Rau has already made up his mind that he doesn’t particularly want to deal with the fuss or solicitude involved in fingering Gil open, and that getting held down and fucked would be boring no matter how (because of how?) earnest and sentimental and adoring Gil might be about it. He sits up straight (tossing the second glove away without fanfare in the process, finally), his ass settling flush against Gil’s crotch. He looks so well-balanced, so perfectly at ease that it should dispel any lingering questions Gil has about whether Rau has been with men before, even if Rau was too pain-wracked or too hyper-fixated on mutual annihilation or both to get around sleeping with anyone in the last year of his life. ]

Neither.

[ He raises his hips fractionally, then grinds down. Chasing his own pleasure on Gil’s cock probably does have the best chance of both maintaining control and a satisfactory conclusion. Still, first things first. He pulls up just enough to break contact.... ]

But this is your afterlife, probably. You’ll need to reason out lubrication.

[ Rau’s an omnicidal psychopath, not a masochist. And if death ends up being limited to blowjobs and thighfucking, eh, that’s still pretty good for hell or purgatory or whatever. ]

[ ... well, that wasn't either of the positions Gil anticipated, but it's absolutely not an unwelcome set-up. He'd been appreciating the excellent view from this vantage point for a while now, so to stay this way and watch Rau struggle in pleasure and exertion...? Even though he is loathe to let go of controlling the pace, it seems like a decent trade-off to Gil.

To the question of lubrication, Gil lightly inclines his head towards the front end of the couch. ]

There's storage compartments under the seating. First from the left.

[ While he speaks, he makes quick work of Rau's belt and pant buttons. ]

As much as I'd love to see if I can manifest something with my mind... Well, I did spend a lot of time here in life, you know?

[ Lubrication is also quite useful for flying solo.

And even though Gil is deeply fascinated with the metaphysical potential of their situation, he's glad to let that wait until he's less tightly wound up with desire. ]

[ That gets a wry smile. ]

You do prepare for everything.

[ This timing is terrible, though, as Rau is rather distracted by the hands at his waist. It would probably be most sensible to grab the lube now – but, sensibility be damned, Rau is starting to stiffen at the through-fabric contact and isn’t particularly inclined to interrupt this. Rau settles into Gil’s lap again by way of wordless permission and encouragement, leaning back to give him easier access. His eyes are focused on Gil's face with anticipatory curiosity. ]

[ For once, Gil decides that he doesn't need to be talking any more right now and quietly slips his hand into the gap between Rau's opened pants and his underwear. He gives Rau's groin a few hard strokes with his open palm, smiling in satisfaction at the way the body automatically responds to such stimuli. It's a bit of a shame that Rau isn't a woman, solely for the fact that Gil feels excessively confident in what his hands and mouth can do in that scenario. He has to be a bit more experimental now.

Experimental doesn't translate to hesitant though. He's quickly had his fill of feeling the allure of heat through fabric, and doesn't waste more time before dipping his hand below the waistband of Rau's underwear and taking hold of his cock. He gives it a languid stroke, gauging reaction. With his other arm, he props himself up for a slightly better vantage point. ]

[ Rau’s satisfied exhale is almost a hiss, and he thrusts shallowly into that touch with just enough presence of mind to make sure that the motion grinds his ass against Gil’s groin. It would be pleasant to let his head fall back and just melt into Gil’s hands -- but even now, Rau really isn’t capable of letting himself be that unguarded if he can’t drag Gil to at least the same state of senselessness, no matter how pleasant it might be.

So after a moment, Rau bites his lip and lifts onto his knees, sitting a few inches higher so that he has room to get at Gil’s pants. (He doesn’t make any effort to push Gil’s hands away, nor will he protest if they keep up the good work.) Rau runs a finger along Gil’s pants seam as a quick tease, then gets to work on whatever fastenings are in the way with brisk efficiency. Barring any strenuous objections to the contrary (and, frankly, probably even in the face of any strenuous objections to the contrary), he’ll pull any offending articles of clothing out of the way -- then lower his hips again and wrap a hand loosely around both their cocks. His fingers are remarkably steady, but, then again, he’s had years of experience forcing them to stay still through tremors. By contrast, his brows are knit with concentration and his eyes flicker closed as he rocks forward again. ]

[ Objections are the last thing on Gil's mind right now. As soon as their cocks touch, he lets out a moan that is restrained in volume but no less wanton for it. ]

Rau...

[ Not a statement that is going anywhere, just a breathless exclamation of the name. How could anybody expect differently of him? Gilbert Durandal is always motivated by love, and the simple primitive pleasure of sex is stripping away all other parts of him with ease. I love you, his body sings, and simply calling Rau's name is the best way to externalize it without making his partner want to gag him.

Truly, Gil's only complaint about this set-up is that it's uncomfortable to hold himself upright with his arm and doing so still doesn't bring him close enough to reach Rau's lips. Seeking to remedy the problem, he wraps his arms around Rau's shoulders and pulls him back down with him. Should Rau allow this, Gil's drawing him into a breathless kiss while they thrust their hips in a loose rhythm. ]

[ Driving Gil further toward insensibility is a license to be a touch insensible himself. Rau smirks and plants his free hand beside Gil's shoulder for balance and leverage, then lets himself be drawn down. When he kisses back, it's less painful than the end stages of his prior testing approach, but also less experimental. His mouth presses down with real hunger every time he rocks them into his hand.

But he's still curious as well, and, with both hands otherwise occupied, eventually his lips dip to Gil's jaw, down along the neck to the collarbone. There's too much teeth-scraping involved for it to be just kissing, but it's not outright biting, not until he gets to the little ghost scar over Gil's heart. That Rau nips at, hard enough to leave a mark of his own, just as his fingers wrap a little tighter around their dicks. ]

[ Gil had been lulled into a false sense of security by the almost gentle way Rau was moving over his body, content to just bare his neck to Rau for better access. Of course things wouldn't be that simple. ]

F-fuck, ah---

[ Gil jolts, letting out a strangled moan and uncharacteristic swear in response to the sudden combination of pain, increased pleasure and--- Well, it's a potent cocktail of emotions as well, having Rau claim him in that spot of all places. Gil's fingernails did hard into Rau's shoulder blades, first on instinct and then remaining that way on purpose for a moment.

He's not into pain, he really isn't, but-- How is he not supposed to think it's hot when Rau is putting his mark on his heart, his death, every part of himself that he'd like to offer up to him already? ]

-- get that lube. I need you.

[ Well, Rau knew Gil was turned on and had a lot of big emotions, but he didn’t quite expect “turned on” and “big emotions” to intersect quite that dramatically. His lips form a silent, surprised oh against skin before he looks up, evaluating. There’s a second where he considers making Gil fight for it, punt him off the couch and tell him to get it himself, but even that’s starting to seem a little pointless when he can shatter the man with a bite.

Rau licks a quick, tight circle around the scar, then pulls back and shifts to the other side of the couch with a small grimace at the loss of contact. But if they’re going to break contact, they might as well get all the rest of the preliminaries out of the way. Rau runs a knuckle down Gil’s inner thigh to the top of his boot as he draws away. ]

Off, [ he says simply, because he’s not completely confident in his ability to keep his voice steady for more.

Then he does go looking for this convenient storage compartment, glances at the bottle of lubricant briefly before tossing it to Gil and starting to strip off his own boots. He’s marginally, but definitely noticeably, faster at getting these off than he was with Gil’s pants a moment earlier. Having become used to contact, the loss of it is annoying. He'd like to get this part over and get back to it. ]

[ It's way too cold without their bodies pressed up to each other - even more so once Gil sits up to toss his boots and remaining clothing. They really should have done this earlier, because splitting up after getting pretty into it is genuinely uncomfortable.

On the other hand, the cool down break basically guarantees they'll last longer. Gil is obligated by contract to be the optimist in this relationship.

He drops his underwear carelessly onto the floor and is completely bare in front of Rau, all paper white skin and messy black hair safe for the flush of his face.

He uncaps the bottle of lube and waits for Rau to settle back down as well. It'd be hot to see Rau prepare himself, but he has a dim premonition that that'd be Rau's preference as well and that just makes him feel contrary. Can't let Rau have all the control here.

Gil pats his lap again. No reason they can't also warm each other up by embracing while he gets to work. ]

[ ... that is a rather presumptuous lap pat! Rau puts a hand on his hip -- a gesture which looks much less dramatic when naked -- and considers whether it's worth it to push back on that. But, in the end, it's really impossible to feign indifference without any clothes on. He'll have to settle for a little verbal snit. ]

You're really too used to orchestrating everything your way.

[ A touch amused, a touch chiding, definitely more strained than he'd like to keep the words relatively even. But Rau is hornier than he is interested in turning this into a power play, and he drapes himself over Gil with a tiny admonishing sigh that shifts into a quiet moan as their bodies reconnect. His fingertips brush over the hand holding the bottle. ]

Well?

[ That's all the invitation he's going to give. It would be simpler and less troublesome to handle this himself... but implicitly challenging Gil to make this good is more interesting. ]

I think that applies to the both of us.

[ Rau is far too competent at bending the world to do his bidding to not have grown a little addicted to the sense of control it provides. The way Rau is chiding him for something so little only goes to prove the point.

But that's not important to argue about when there are much more pleasurable things at stake. Gil gives a satisfied 'mhm' when their bodies slot back together and the heat returns.

Without further commentary, he pours a generous helping of lube onto the first two fingers of his right hand before moving it lower. This current vantage point is great for the passive pleasure of their cocks resting against each other and a lot less great for actually having visual on what the fuck he's doing, so if it takes a second longer than necessary to slide his fingers up to Rau's entrance... ah well. Gil spends a moment just teasing the muscles and gauging Rau's responses. The cold must take a moment to get used to, after all. If he can get any kind of pleased inhale out of the man, he'll proceed to penetration with his index finger. It's a bit different from vaginal fingering for sure, but everything is just a matter of finding the right angle to curl your fingers in... Gil is pretty methodical about that. ]

[ Rau is actually reasonably relaxed. Gil would have to screw this up pretty spectacularly to be worse than the pain Rau dealt with on a daily basis, and if he was that hopeless Talia would have dumped him sooner. So, Rau loops his arms over Gil's shoulders again and rocks slightly into the first exploratory touches. His breath is fast and shallow, but it will take a minute or two before a particularly good swipe pulls a soft groan out of him.

When the first finger goes in, Rau's own fingers dig into Gil's shoulders -- but not scratching, not outright painful. Perfectly manageable. He rocks back onto Gil's finger, about a knuckle's depth, and tilts his hips experimentally, assessing angles. ]

Another, and deeper.

[ Beneath the breathy buzz, his voice is thoughtful, evaluating, even cooperative. It's closer to an order than to praise... but here's something else where they're not working at cross-purposes. ]

[ Rau has allowed him to take the lead physically, so Gil supposes it's fair enough to let him give verbal commands without reprimanding him for it. In the end, Rau knows best what is good to him and Gil certainly is not intending to give him less than the best he can give.

He hums affirmatively and slowly adds his middle finger to the mix. In pushing deeper, he angles his fingers just a bit to the front - he has a target to find. His advance is neither rushed nor particularly hesitant, and once he's established a decent depth, he'll proceed to initiate a slow shallow thrusting movement.

It's easy to feel a little impatient while they work up to the main act, but he keeps it at bay by focusing himself on the sensation of their bodies brushing against each other with every subtle shift, and by listening to the rhythm of Rau's breathing. ]

[ It's easy to tell when this shifts from a necessary and temporary discomfort to genuinely pleasurable in part because Rau’s breathing goes from slow and carefully controlled to looser and shallower, and also in because Rau starts going exploring again. One hand skims down Gil’s spine to the small of his back, the other down his sternum. Nothing too distracting, he’s invested in Gil staying focused on the task at hand, but it seems like a waste to have all these nicely-defined Coordinator muscles and not feel them up at least a little bit.

It's also easy to tell when Gil hits the prostate. Rau shivers slightly, his eyes falling closed and his mouth falling open, and groans out a self-satisfied, ]

Yes.

[ That first word of unqualified affirmation tumbles out before he can shape it into something clever. Oh well. If keeps his fingers moving more or less where they are, Rau thinks he can live with it. ]

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