A Young God and Their Fae (o/o)

Wyn nearly had a heart attack when Seon took his other hand, silently and fiercely hoping they wouldn't notice the wound and somehow wash off their hands before seeing the blood. But his hope fizzled out the second Seon paused and looked at their hand. Shit. Now what? Do I make an excuse? It doesn't hurt all that bad, the cut is shallow; it just hurts like a bitch—
Apparently, Seon already had a plan for what came next, and that plan caused a strangled noise of surprise and panic from somewhere in the middle of Wyn's throat. The usual routine quickly followed—flushed cheeks and ears, bitten lip, and a non-functioning brain screaming for help on how to process and react to the strange act. Of course, there was no getting around the sexual undertones to the action, even if Seon hadn't meant it to be. It's how his mind—and body—reacted to it, and that was all he could focus on. The sensation of their tongue running alone his palm sent odd feelings through his body's nerves, shooting off a myriad of physical responses that he so wished weren't happening. At the very least, none of it was visible, even if he drowned in every little emotion and feeling.
Wyn needed an outlet. He'd think of nothing else at this rate, and he needed something else to get his mind off of… everything that just happened. A large part of him wanted to simply curl up into a ball and attract as little attention as possible. But the other… His tongue flicked over his lips, long tooth nicking the skin, and finally dragged his gaze from his hand to Seon's face. "Can I kiss you?"

Wyn watched Seon, momentarily entranced. How did they do it? Barely a shift in expression had him completely consumed and enamored with the God's beauty. Their grins went straight for his knees and lungs, knocking him off balance and stealing his breath within seconds. The sparkle in his eyes after a time of emptiness shocked his heart into overtime. A too-intense stare flushed his snowy skin, hardly any effort put forth. Perhaps Wyn was just overly responsive and sensitive—a more likely scenario.
Seon's questions snapped him back to reality, his question and answer wiping away all other thoughts until nothing but those two things remained on his mind. Wyn nodded in answer to the first question, ignoring the second one. "Fine, I'm fine," he breathed, then surged forward and claimed Seon's lips with his. A rushed and frantic kiss, spurred on by the nipping teeth of mixed feelings and tensions, but quickly turned soft and gentle; the only thing he knew how to be. Wyn held Seon's hands tightly, as if afraid of them somehow being swept away. Whatever the ulterior motive for wanting the kiss, he couldn't deny liking it all the same. He wished it would always feel like this when he kissed Seon, even way down the road when it became routine. No sparks or anything bizarre as that, but an overwhelming surge of reciprocated intimacy and affection. Really, he'd be happy if he simply enjoyed the act without the intense feelings.

Kissing in the middle of a river had never made it to the top one hundred list of romantic things to do, yet here Wyn stood, doing just that and loving every moment of it. That arm around his waist promised safety and protection. Wyn leaning in spoke of trust to do just that. His free hand slid up to grip the side of Seon's neck, keeping them close and subtly feeling his pulse beneath his fingers. At some point, he became all smiles, and Wyn had to pull away a fraction because it started interfering with his already shoddy ability to kiss. He made sure to keep their lips close, close enough to bump as he spoke. "I'm no good at this," he observed with a small laugh, voice low but crystal clear to the God—including his joy. Wyn wouldn't let his inexperience get the better of him, and he was a student of the Gods after all. He peered up at Seon from beneath his lashes, a playful quirk to his nibbled lips somehow coming across as shyly seductive, and asked, "Teach me?"

Funny, how the closeness of before had driven Wyn mad, clutching at his heart and yanking him down into a pit of awe-induced panic. But now they stood even closer, sharing each breath and wanting even closer. His smile tipped upwards even more as Seon nudged his way forward, bringing their lips to a touch and not yet a kiss. "I can't wait," he purred, just in time for his lips to be captured in a gentle cage of teeth and his head tilted into a much smoother kiss than the one he initiated.
Wyn's eyes closed when he felt that additional something, drawing a hot spike of surprise and passion from him. The hand on Seon's neck tightening for half a second and a little squeak of a noise worked together and exposed his surprise and reaction to the new sensations. He didn't pull away, though, even if his heartbeat kicked up a notch. Wyn refused to panic and compromise this perfect moment. Cautiously, he opened himself up to Seon's advances, letting the God take the lead and get their fill while Wyn followed along, only acting when he felt confident he knew how to properly respond; and even then, his own advances remained hesitant.

Wyn tried reorienting himself while Seon rambled, and also listened to Seon's concerns with a mixture of amusement, happiness, and heartbreak. Slowly, so as to not startle the anxious God, he grabbed their chin with the tips of his fingers and brought them down for a slow and brief kiss. "Looks like I'm no longer the only one blushing," he murmured against their lips, then grew serious as he looped his arms around Seon's neck and pressed his body flush against theirs. "Astra, my sweet, you did nothing wrong. I'm perfectly okay with you taking further steps, even if it surprises me. Just because I don't expect it doesn't mean I don't like it." Wyn kept his eyes on the God's to cement his declarations. "Had that been the case, we'd be having a much different conversation."
He didn't want Seon thinking that Wyn would let him be pressured into anything he didn't like. Regardless of his infatuation, the Fae knew how to be firm about his wants and boundaries. Seon had yet to cross any without being made aware of it. And Wyn certainly didn't want them being so distraught over the possibility, to the point of being self-deprecating. Wyn, with a small smile, grabbed Seon's cheeks and brought their head down for a returned kiss to the forehead, soft and gentle fingers curling over their skin. "You were perfect."

Seeing Seon happy and giddy—and red in the face while Wyn wasn't—made Wyn feel his heart was clawing its way through his chest to present itself to the God, if only to make them even happier. He laughed and held Seon against his neck and shoulder, turning to kiss the side of their head while smiling. As Seon pulled away, Wyn kept him close with linked hands over their neck, and pressed a smiling kiss to the base of his throat. "You're perfect to me," he promised against Seon's skin, drawing back a fraction to stare up at the God.
The Fae's golden eyes seemed to sparkle, a response purely from seeing his God genuinely and uncontrollably happy for once. Their embarrassment shown as well, clear as a crystal in the moonlight, and it only sparked a fire in Wyn's belly. He had done that, somehow. Not a bad embarrassed, but a result of his little compliments. It stoked the dying embers of his ego, coaxing forth a future inferno that would someday burn blazing. For now, though, the little embers glowed through his eyes and happy-pink cheeks.
Wyn glanced around them, then went right back to staring at Seon. "I can see what you mean. With this river."

Wyn most definitely had a smirk on his face, which only grew when Seon hid his face in his hands. The giddy Fae took his turn to hold the God around their waist, lightly grabbing at his sides and tugging him right against his body with a smug grin. He loved this. He loved being able to break a very real God down with just his words, words born from sincerity and intended comfort. He had never thought himself as good with words. Not in any sense, and certainly not in the romantic sense. This counted as a surprising win, and he intended to milk every last drop of victory.
Wordlessly, he tugged Seon towards the bank, walking backwards but keeping an eye on his steps and making sure Seon wouldn't slip. Thankfully, it didn't take long, and he found a slope up towards land instead of a drop. Once they were safely on land, Wyn gently pried Seon's hands from his face, fingers delicately curling through theirs and holding them to his chest. That self-satisfied smirk had made itself at home on his lips, and it didn't melt at all. "You're so cute," he sang, leaning forward to kiss each of the God's burning cheeks. Then his lips hovered just out of reach of Seon's, barely a hair's breadth apart and sporting that open-mouthed smirk once more. Glowing yellow stared up at Seon. Perhaps a dare, perhaps a question, or simply Wyn being a tease to drink from the warm goblet of an embarrassed God.

His grin brightened as Seon moved, body moving easily with the God's minute demands. What was this, the fifth time they've kissed now? Sixth? Counting now seemed pointless with how easily he could ask for one. But while the kids felt nice, as it always did, it lacked a certain… fire. The passion was there just as before, but the desire for revenge, the answer to his challenge he had hoped for fell flat, and in his fit of giddy confidence, he couldn't ignore it.
Wyn responded to the kiss, of course. Head tilted, eyes closed, and lips moving against Seon's with a little more practice behind them. But after a moment, he pulled away and arched an unimpressed brow up at the God. "That's all?" Wyn taunted, then completely flew out of his typical character and continued in a low purr. "Here I thought that challenging and breaking down a God would earn me quite the scale of revenge. Seems as though I was mistaken. Pity." The Fae tipped his head to the side, as if thinking, while his eyes never strayed from Seon's and his lips pulled back into that smirk Seon wanted to erase. "I should be breathless and unable to think of anything but you. I should be the one left a mess, all because of you." His hands slid back down to grip the God's sides once more. "Can you do that?"

Oh.
Wyn hardly had time to settle into that brief realization before an all-consuming wave of feeling crashed down over him, wearing the face of Seon. His veins filled with liquid fire and scorched wherever those sneaky hands touched him. His legs locked and wobbled at the same time, forcing him to take a single step back to gather his balance. At this point it wasn't even just about the kiss—though it, too, cut the legs of his world in half and sent him tumbling. It was about the suffocating intensity and heart-stuttering dominance, spiced with just enough delicious revenge to make his blood all the more hotter. It was the leg between his, dangerously close.
A small but highly embarrassing noise bubbled up and let loose during one of the very short periods where they could catch a single breath. Wyn likely couldn't get anymore flush than he already was, but it felt like his face became red hot. I had asked for this, he reasoned, even as he was torn apart in the best way possible. This is completely on me.

Wyn melted into Seon, hands sliding up their body to subtly feel up the God. He had a feeling his lips would be bruised by the end of this, and he did not mind in the slightest. Gods, had he been missing out for most of his life? Is this what everyone talked about and urged him to do? Wyn briefly regretted not finding a temporary partner, but when a waft of a scent of pure Seon, he was reminded of why.
Had he been with someone other than his God, he wouldn't want to do this. He wouldn't be enjoying this. Really, Wyn wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. The more he thought about it, the more Wyn came to the realization he'd only be willing to do anything close to this with Seon. With that thought, as Seon finally pulled away and allowed the two of them to properly breathe for the first time, Wyn pressed their cheeks together and smiled like a blushing idiot. "Okay, I deserved that." Quickly, he dipped his head and gave Seon a tiny peck, completely at odds with the dominating kiss Seon had subjected him to, but it was all he could bring himself to do while he could barely breathe and his heart was racing. His hands roamed around Seon's chest and torso, nails sometimes scratching against the fabric, and he arched his body into Seon's to keep them as close as possible. Another quick kiss. "I loved it, mind you." His eyes scanned Seon's face, a soft smile settling over his features. "Looks like you did too."

Was that a shiver? Wyn paused and leaned back a fraction to survey Seon, confused and curious. Slowly, he ghosted his fingers over Seon's ribs, lightly tugging at their shirt while nudging himself back against their body. This is where he belonged, he knew. Right here, by Seon's side—pressed against his body, experiencing the reactions to his effortless words and actions—is where Wyn intended to stand for quite some time while he could. And with this destiny looming over them and promising a long time traveling together, he knew deep in his heart that they'd be together for a long time. Hope really was a lethal thing.
Wyn sighed happily and kissed Seon's jaw. "We will have plenty of time to do this, and much more, on the journey ahead." He nosed his way into Seon's neck, happy to be there, surrounded by the God's scent and warmth while leaning against their chest with his hands curled up between them. "I like doing this too," he admitted, muffled voice and hot breath skittering over the God's neck and shoulder. "I've never… This is all new to me. Even just kissing is uncharted territory—well, for the most part. But I really like this, and am open to doing more at some point." One more absentminded kiss to the skin in his proximity. "If you need this again, just ask."

A slow grin spread over Wyn's lips when he found that little sweet spot on Seon's body. He took note of it for later use and closed his eyes while melting into Seon's embrace, arms wrapping around the God's waist in his own hug. He'd save them from his gentle assault—for now. Right now, he kept his face pressed into Seon's neck, breathing in his scent and bathing in the comfort. Wyn was still winding down from their highly intimate and passionate moment, but this equally as intimate moment satisfied his lingering cravings.
You'll learn, Wyn silently promised with a sweet kiss to Seon's throat. He wouldn't push Seon to ask Wyn for things such as that, even if he knew they'd likely both want it. He learned just now that they weren't up to asking for what they wanted, which he was okay with. They could work on that. For now, Wyn simply felt happy knowing that Seon liked him enough to be affected so much, and to seek out so much affection from him. He tightened his grip and let Seon hold most of his weight while bashfully muttering, "I like you. I like this. And as we get to know each other better, and learn more about one another, I know I'll enjoy every moment of it, and I hope you will as well. I don't want you to feel obligated to pretend for the sake of my juvenile feelings."

"Mm." Wyn nodded in agreement while trying not to pout at the lack of comfort and warmth. He knew they needed to leave, and was just about to suggest it, but that didn't stop him from not liking the fact. It forced him out of their arms, and him out of Wyn's arms, and brought the reality of their situation back to life. With a sigh, he tugged Seon over to his discarded bag to grab it, then slung it over his shoulder and tipped his head towards where they needed to go. "Canoodling can wait, fortunately. The sun won't, alas."
Finally, Seon's words properly registered, and Wyn's brows twitched together as he glanced up at the God. He couldn't avoid the subject anymore—Seon had been with someone before him. And from the sounds of it, they hadn't been too kind to his God. Wyn wasn't pleased with that idea at all, and he desperately hoped he was wrong. Maybe it simply hadn't been as intense as their relationship was starting out as. Maybe Wyn could be cocky and say it was him that made it seem better. Anything but his sneaking suspicions. Seon didn't deserve to be treated any less than what Wyn was giving. As if in a silent declaration, he squeezed Seon's hand and stayed close to their side, refusing to leave them feeling less than him in any way.

Wyn brought the back of Seon's hand up to his lips to press a chaste kiss there, still thinking. He knew thinking would get him nowhere, and would only send him into a downwards spiral that would sour his mood. He didn't want that, not after the riveting and lively interaction he and Seon just had together. So Wyn dropped the subject and let himself bring back the sensations and emotions brought on by that impromptu moment.
They had started out with Wyn being incredibly intimidated and flustered by the beautiful God. That intimidation quickly turned into infatuation, and that only amplified the flustered state he fell into at the littlest bits of attention. He had fantasied about having Seon at his side as more than just a God and pupil, but never expected it to happen. Little did he know everything would lead to this right here. Wyn forgot to be wary of the journey ahead. He forgot his usual worries whenever he went out on a trip, and he attributed that to the reassurance Seon's presence brought. He wasn't alone. He could shoulder things with another. He could face the upcoming battles with confidence.

Wyn blinked blearily up at Seon, mind teetering on the edge of exhaustion and wakefulness. He muttered a noncommittal mumble of agreeable and allowed himself to be tugged over to the shaded area. Seon's expectant gaze pulled him into a gentle tumble down between the god's legs. Before getting comfortable, though, he dropped his bag off to the side and unstrapped the corset, taking the closed quiver and hidden daggers with it. Next came the cloak and bow, in that order. Then Wyn carefully unstrapped his sword's sheath, still slung over his hip. Using the cloak as a cover, he stuffed everything on top of that sword and covered everything else with it. Only then did he fall back into the God's chest and close his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh.
After a moment, his hand crept up and hooked around the back of Seon's neck. No particular reason besides simply wanting to hold him. He wanted to bring up the thoughts plaguing his mind, but wasn't sure how to do so. "You're warm," Wyn whispered instead, turning his body a little to curl up against the God. His hand slipped back down to join the other in wrapping his arms around Seon's waist while he nuzzled into their chest. "And comfortable."