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"And I, you," Glacius smiles, his gaze suddenly full of far more than lust--though that's no less present after such a stirring confession, there's adoration for his partner there too, the alien's hearts touched by the moment of honesty. He dips his head, taking his partner in one hand, stroking him slowly and nuzzling against him at the same time, eager to do whatever he can to reward him for being so wonderfully open and earnest about his need. His other hand curls in the bottom of Carlisle's shirt, tugging gently at it again; clearly he wants to be as close as possible right now, and what clothes the cleric has left on him are only getting in the way of that.

His breath picking up as Glacius strokes him, Carlisle pulls clumsily at his shirt, more eager to bare himself for the alien these days than he used to be. It's not just that he's had some difficult things on his mind the past few days, nor the strange objects from the stores, nor wild emotions stirring in him because of the newly resurrected god's influence; he's become aware of just how good his partner can make him feel, how powerful and overwhelming the feelings Glacius instills in him can be.

And at that moment, he wants to bury himself within them and suffocate every last thought he has.

Though he manages to get the sweater off, his fingers fumble with the skintight undershirt he wears beneath it, his neck arching again as the point of Glacius' mandible rubs against him. His frustration reaches a head as he swears under his breath, his arms still stuck in the sleeves. "Damn this thing!"

Glacius is still lavishing his partner with attention, the beginnings of a quiet purr rumbling up in his throat, delighted to see the clegryman overcoming some of his shyness and moving so eagerly to bare himself. The alien's pleased vocalizing rises up and trails off into a warble at Carlisle's sudden outburst. Though his hand don't leave his partner, his head does jerk up again... and he does his very best to suppress a smile when he sees just what the problem is. At least he's not the only one who has the occasional struggle with clothing.

"Now you see what I mean about them getting in the way," the ice alien chuckles, "Here... let me help." As he does, peeling off that undershirt slowly but steadily, he tries not to let his eyes get caught immediately on what of his partner he can see, his normally pale skin wonderfully flush with the onset of his desire--first he'll help him remove the last of his garments, and then he can bask. They both can.

"Shall I return the favor for you, my partner?"

Even Glacius helping him shed his clothing seems salacious somehow; Carlisle is quite red by the time he's completely bare, so hot he can feel the heat radiating off his face as he straightens his glasses. He should probably remove them for now, but he does like being able to see his partner.

He does look just a bit worried at Glacius' suggestion, though. "I would prefer you not risk yourself like that for my sake, but..."

He wants that closeness. He wants to think about them, and only them for a time... and so he nods.

"Don't worry... as long as my microweave is intact and I leave enough of my own skin on to keep my core temperature freezing, there's not much risk involved."

That reassurance given, the alien has to let his focus contract a bit more--retracting large swaths of ice takes concentration, and is not exactly pleasant for him. He steels himself by lacing one bared hand with his partner's, then closes his eyes and begins the process. With everything he's feeling right now, he's pushed to go a step further than usual; the ice ripples and pulls back from not only his broad chest, but his face as well. It starts from his nasal cap, revealing the open cavity beneath, and continues to retract across his features, exposing sharply defined cheekbones and sunken eye sockets.

Glacius keeps his head bowed for a moment as he battles with his reservations, then finally squeezes Carlisle's hand as if bolstering himself and lifts his head to look up at his partner. The damage to his face is even more obvious now, the topography of it twisted and deformed on one side from the heavy scarring that has built up ever since he lost his mandible. Beyond that, his underbody is an even stranger, more alien-looking form than the whole of him, and while he's afraid to put it on display like this for a variety of reasons, he's aware it seems to have... especial importance to his partner. So he gazes up at the clergyman, his expression a mixture of tentatively hopeful of approval and nervous that this might put him off somehow.

While not exactly reassured by the risk being described as 'not much' rather than 'absolutely none' or 'completely negligible,' Carlisle holds Glacius' hand as the alien retracts his icy layer, trying to support his partner's choice in this. Glacius had offered, and he'd agreed; better to see it through than seem indecisive, or worse, give Glacius the impression he doesn't care for all of him, including what lies beneath his frozen shell.

Admittedly, what does lie beneath is not what he expected... and somehow, perfectly fitting for what's been protected by that icy armor. There's a moment of hesitation as Glacius squeezes his hand, not because he is so very alien -- more so than normal -- or because he's some kind of horrifying creature Carlisle can't place as Glacius, but because the clergyman is afraid he might somehow injure his partner when he's so terribly vulnerable. It's not just the apparent fragility of his body that makes that vulnerability obvious, but the look in his eyes, one that's so full of trepidation. He's the one who should be constantly apprehensive, not Glacius.

But more importantly, Carlisle knows he should trust his partner in this. He may not be so sure in all aspects of their relationship, but in this... he knows he should. That's why he leans forward, his touch delicate as he places his hand on the scar that mars the alien's face.

"It's nice to see you," he says quietly, nothing between them but his glasses.

"A part of me, at least," Glacius chuckles somewhat shyly, unable to completely stem his self-abasement. Carlisle's acceptance seems to help that blow over quickly, however, as well as the fact that he's just as--if not more so--bare; the ice alien sighs, tilting his stripped face against his partner's hand as his glowing green eyes drift over his naked form. "Anyways, it's... good to see you too."

And now the alien's hand is following the path of his eyes, slowly smoothing its way up Carlisle's skinny abdomen, sweeping over his chest and drifting back downwards and settling at his scars. His other has been holding the clergyman this whole time, and now he begins working him again, each pump of his hand slow, thorough. "Moments of closeness like this mean so much to me... I thank you for sharing yourself to such an extent, Carlisle."

"With you and no one else," Carlisle murmurs, his breath falling into rhythm with the gentle strokes of his partner. "Not even myself at times, I'd say. You are... admittedly the only one I'd feel could see me this way, after all the, ah." His breath picks up just a hair as he continues. "All the other ways you've seen me."

Never quite sure what to do with his hands, he keeps the one on the scar and puts the other on the opposite side of Glacius' face, his fingers falling into those familiar grooves near his mandible. But then his touch drifts from there, his hands dragged downward onto the tendons along the front of the alien's neck as he bows his head, his eyes closing once more.

"There you go," the ice alien croons out as he detects his partner's breaths picking up, attempting to soothe him as adjusts--he knows that having so much sensation pumped into him at once is still new for his partner, and wants only to help him fall into rhythm with everything. "And... just so you know, I view it as an honor and a privilege that I get to see you and have you in ways that no one else will. Of course, the same stands for me. You have been witness to my moments of vulnerability, of weakness, and have never judged me for that."

The ice alien pauses--in his thoughts, not the motion of his hand--and then nuzzles against Carlisle's pelvis again, drinking in how different it feels to be rubbing against him with the more sensitive skin of his underbody. Even now, the human feels so soft and inviting despite the heat of his body; perhaps even more so, given that it's a sign of his arousal. Extending his neck like that makes it easier for the clergyman to reach the tendons he's seeking, and that particular contact elicits a powerfully pleased rumble from the otherworldly being, followed by a gusty exhale. It feels so good that he almost loses his train of thought, but as he continues to feel his partner's hand along his throat, he manages to finish it off.

"Perhaps... that is why I am able to extend this to you now, baring myself for you in ways I would have never considered before. It just feels like... another step in the natural progression of your relationship."

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Carlisle nods, his breath heavier with each intake, Glacius' words on his lips, and perhaps at the edges of his mind that haven't been washed away with the flood of sensation he's feeling. "Yes, it- it feels... feels like..."

He had words for this; he has written plenty of them down in his more private journals, describing just how it is Glacius makes him feel both inside and out. There's the chill of Glacius' body contrasting with the sharp heat of desire from his own, the intense storm of pleasure that rages within him as they climb to their apex, the safety of being held in the alien's strong arms once they're finished and there's not much they can do but try to catch their breath.

But for the moment, he has none, his train of thought derailed again and again as Glacius continues to work him. As his silence (save for a quiet groan here and a shaky breath there) stretches for a minute, then two, Carlisle does his best to reciprocate as he tugs lightly at Glacius, trying to pull him closer, wanting to bury his head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. It's a comfortable crag, one where he can hide the embarrassment and arousal written across him so he can focus on sensation alone.

Glacius can't held but give one of those trademark rumbling chuckles from low in his throat as Carlisle struggles for words and ultimately ends up tossing them aside entirely. It's uncharacteristic of him, certainly, and a true testament to just how affected he is by all of this--as if the flush of his body, the heaving of his chest, or the vocalizations rising up out of him with greater insistence aren't cues enough already. The ice alien is paying as close attention as he can to all of it, letting his partner's arousal fuel his own, which means that he immediately picks up on that light tugging.

The alien gives a another husky laugh, his own voice becoming breathy and heated as he moves according to the clergyman's desire. Though he'd like to keep nuzzling and kissing him, Carlisle honestly doesn't seem like he needs that any more to get pushed over the edge, so he tilts his head up and allows his partner to shelter against him where no one else may. "Good," Glacius breathes once the human is situated, holding him against his own bared body. "I love having you in my hand like this, Carlisle. I love feeling you lose your composure..."

With his head pressed into Glacius' neck, the alien can no doubt feel his fevered breaths, so hot they could rival that of his skin as his partner continues to stroke. His hands curl in front of him, nails digging along those tendons as he steadies himself, trying to withstand a carnal ache as it billows through him, emanating from his loins. He rocks steadily at first, trying to heighten the wave that washes over him, but he loses the rhythm after a moment and struggles to find it again.

"I- I would prefer to- have some of- some of it, I- I think," he manages to stammer out. "Em- embarrassing. Not- not proper moral conduct at- at all."

Though he says that, his body says otherwise, his breaths labored, his pelvis needfully rocking against Glacius' hand with more fervor than before. He wants to lose himself in this storm; he's safer there with Glacius than he is on his own, especially when his mind has been so clouded by his own inward, scathing judgment for some time.

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It's a good thing the Glacius left his gelatinous operculum intact, otherwise he might get a case of dry gills from the way Carlisle's heated breaths are blasting against his neck. Not that he seems like anything could deter him in this state--and right now it only seems to be encouraging the alien. His hand works faster to compensate for the more insistent rocking of the clergyman's hips, savoring ever pulse of need that he can feel that echoes in his own body. His other finds its way to his partner's hips, helping to regulate the more frantic rocking, attempting to help him reclaim that steadily mounting rhythm.

"That's the point," Glacius can't help but purr, finding himself charmed by the human's embarrassment. "In every other aspect of your life, you're trying to be proper, trying to keep up appearances. All of that stress can weigh on a person--I can see how it winds you so tightly, Carlisle... so now you need a chance to not worry about that of that. What you need right now is... release. And I--" a few more pronounced motions of his hand punctuate his words as he plays to the clergyman's fervor, "-intend to be it."

Though his right hand stays at those thick tendons, Carlisle's left arm wraps its way around Glacius' neck as the alien pumps him harder, clinging to his partner for purchase as that pleasurable pressure, so heavy within him, threatens to drag him beneath the waves. He struggles for breath, and even more so for words, which he still tries to push out of him. His mind is far more sluggish than his mouth, unfortunately, and his body has other plans as it reacts on reflex rather than thought.

"What I—" He's almost immediately interrupted by a licentious moan, something he doesn't have the chance to stifle in the least, and its volume makes that obvious. His whole body trembles, hips jerking against Glacius' grasp; that just makes the pressure more unbearable.

He tries again. "I... I... what I need might— ah."

He gasps shortly, another moan rattling through his throat. Looks like he's beyond words at this point, the heavy sweat and the way he grinds his teeth speaking volumes for him.

Carlisle's moan is met with a purr from Glacius, who steadies his partner as his body shakes and judders under the weight of his arousal. Every reaction the clergyman is giving is screaming that it won't be long, now--the volume of his voice, the clenching of his jaw, the tightness in every muscle as he reaches his breaking point...

... And then a few moments later he goes slack, spent, his limp body propped up against his alien partner, wrapped up securely in his strong arms. Glacius basks in the moment as Carlisle soaks in the afterglow, endorphins coasting his hazy mind near much-needed sleep, which suits the otherworldly being just fine. When it comes to strengthening their relationship and bettering the clergyman's life, there's always more work to be done... and his partner's slumber will give him the chance to finally enact a surprise that he has been planning for some time now.

[Continued.]

Edited 2017-04-02 16:46 (UTC)

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