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[1stknight]

[Honestly, being summoned was quite the surprise to Bedivere. Being a saber, he knew he was at a disadvantage. After all, there were so many more sabers even just from the Round Table who were much more famous, so surely they would have been summoned over him. In fact, he was sure it had happened countless times before. That one master he had met, the one from Chaldea, they had spoken of singularities and grail wars to span several worlds and timelines. And with so many fine Sabers to choose from, he was sure that he hadn't ever been summoned before. The short time between the 'creation of his legend' and 'now' notwithstanding.

It made him feel a touch inadequate, if he was being truthful. After all, he was a simple knight. The master who had summoned him, he deserved better than someone like him. But if he was the one who was summoned, then he would fulfill his duty to this new master. Nothing would be done in half-steps, never again.

So as his form solidified in the summoning circle, Bedivere offered his new master a warm smile. Once again, his life was sworn to someone else's. Whatever his master wished for, Bedivere would help him achieve it.]

Saber, Bedivere. I am honored to be summoned by you. From now on, I shall be your Servant.

['I am honored to be summoned at all' was the truth, but he didn't speak that.

Then he paused, and he took a survey of the situation. The summoning circle was expertly made, but this man in front of him...well. He didn't look like a mage. He looked like a normal person. Perhaps it was a disguise? Or maybe there was more to this situation than he could see immediately. He would have to wait for his new master to respond in order to find out more.]

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[1stknight]

[Shit-talking Lancelot, everyone's favorite pasttime.

The words did reassure Bedivere, though, and he let out a breath he had been holding in. His heartbeat was steady under those fingers, a pulse of life despite all circumstances surrounding his existence at the moment. His chest rose and fell with his breaths too, which now came in quick succession.

The praise did make Bedivere feel a touch embarrassed, but he felt happy too. Praise in general was unusual for him to receive, and every bit of it filled his heart with joy.]

You're too kind.

[The kiss was nice too, though the lick felt a bit odd. The skin there was scarred not just from the original injury, but also from years and years of wearing straps for a prosthesis. The magical arm was much better, as it moved as an arm should and didn't chafe him, but his original stiff arm had been a struggle to use. A set of deep chafe-scars showed just where it used to rub at him, where skin had been worn away to the point of bleeding several times in the past. It left much of the skin feeling barely anything at all. But he did feel that lick, and it was not anything he had expected to feel.]

Dazai?

[neverwashere]

[Plus Tristan. And maybe Pelleas. Though Lancelot is the most well-known.

To be fair: in another version of history where this is all fictional, Lancelot's romance with Guinevere was viewed with approval as an example of courtly - and, therefore, true - love.

Then the French happened.]

[Now, Dazai wouldn't say he was kind, but that it was rare for him to give compliments openly. He looked up when Bedivere called his name, though, and kept himself still - was focusing attention on this patch of scar tissue a bit much?]

Yes, Saber?

[1stknight]

[It wasn't too much, it had just caught him by surprise because nobody really touched that part of him. Not that anybody ever touches him that much, but any touches he does experience are hugs, or a pat on the shoulder, or a handshake. Nobody touches that shoulder. In fact, most people try to avoid looking at it for too long. There was a reason Bedivere wore a long cloak with his armor.]

It...doesn't bother you, does it?

[His gaze drifted to the side, to what he could see of his right shoulder while laying down. Then he looked back to Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

No.

[Now, he actually made a show of dragging his tongue on the jagged line between smooth and scarred skin, ending with a kiss to Bedivere's clavicle. Dazai has seen his fair share of scars on his own body and others'.]

You got this in battle, didn't you? Doubtless in service of one cause or the other.

Your resilience truly is remarkable.

[1stknight]

In battle, and just living beyond that.

[And here Dazai was, praising him again. He sucked in a breath too try and steady himself, but it still came back out of him shaky.

He looked to Dazai's again, specifically to his arm. And regardless of what he saw- bandage or skin, depending on how dressed up Dazai had gotten- both would get the same result.]

You are too, you know. Your body speaks of your battles too.

[neverwashere]

[His torso and calves were covered with gauze, though he'd left his arms and thighs bare to avoid using up twice the amount of bandages necessary in one evening. There weren't any significant marks there, just the occasional thin line from one too many knife fights and a burn from bullet grazing.

Knowing what he knows of himself, though - he had to raise an eyebrow.]

Just the fighting part. Not so much the resilience. Or any feats that require a display of physical power and long-term endurance.

[Now he devoted quite some time to leaving a mark on Bedivere's shoulder, and he counted it as a win in avoiding having to explain anything too serious while being able to lavish attention.]

[1stknight]

You have endured the scuffles we have been in and the constant mana drain from me, have you not? I would call that resilience.

[He had other thoughts on the matter- that Dazai's mental prowess counted as power- but that was quickly forgotten in the wake of Dazai's sinful mouth. Oh, that attention to his shoulder felt good, just like the kissing on his neck had felt good earlier. Whatever sentence he had been about to say was cut off by a soft 'ah!' as Bedivere's fingers tightened in Dazai's hair.

Part of him wondered if this should count as kissing or not. It certainly felt wonderful enough to Bedivere, and it made him squirm under Dazai, which had the added bonus of grinding their dicks together. It wasn't enough friction to be satisfying though, and it left Bedivere's discipline in shambles.]

[neverwashere]

It really isn't.

[Just high pain tolerance, passable acting, and an awareness of how to keep himself moving while running on low reserves.

Definitely not resilience.

Not that it mattered the next moment when Bedivere rolled their hips together, causing Dazai to groan quietly in his shoulder and grind back before keeping his mouth busy in a bid to lessen his own noise.

Marking up Bedivere's skin didn't count as kissing. Dazai was, however, using them as substitutes for the kisses he ached to have, and it was a good thing Bedivere didn't have shirts with loose necklines or he'd be forced to wear a scarf tomorrow.]

[1stknight]

[A scandalous thought: since Bedivere wore high collars, these marks were for Dazai's eyes only. And Dazai would get to see them every time Bedivere undressed to remove or put on his metal arm.

The marks on his neck were secondary to the delicious friction they achieved as their hips met, though. It helped encourage his dick to grow nice and firm, a solid rod of heat that pressed against Dazai through the fabric of the yukata. He had forgotten his modesty in the heat of the moment, which was probably good because the yukata was definitely starting to slide off to one side.]

Nnn...Dazai...

[It wasn't enough. It felt weird and good at the same time, but it wasn't enough to satiate his newfound hunger. So he let out a needy whine as he arched up against Dazai, trying to touch him with his full body.

Hopefully Dazai didn't mind a little noise, because Bedivere's heavy breaths felt like they echoed through the tiny apartment, pitching upward with each grind of their hips.]

[neverwashere]

[So earlier he might've said to keep the noise down, but he didn't mean for Bedivere to keep silent the whole time. Moaning was fine - great, even, when it was an immediate tell of how much Bedivere was getting into it.

Instead of giving a verbal reply and possibly ruining the mood, Dazai obliged by continuing to rock their hips together, his hand sliding on the newly exposed skin. Yes, there definitely was a toned body underneath that metal, and he delightedly explored Bedivere's chest, experimentally rolling a nipple between his fingers.]

[1stknight]

[Things Bedivere had not expected to feel so good: that.

Which was to say, when Dazai rolled his nipple like that, Bedivere gasped out loud and abruptly bucked up against Dazai. It was so sudden that it startled Bedivere, and he had to blink a few times and take a moment to regain himself.]

Why does that of all things feel good?

[Sorry Dazai. Sometimes a hot makeout/grinding session got interrupted by shower thoughts.

He also abruptly became aware of how tightly he was holding on to Dazai's hair, so he loosened his grip and slid his hand down to hold onto Dazai's shoulder. No pulling out hair today!]

[neverwashere]

[The sudden jolt caught Dazai off-guard, and having his face smacked by a solid pec was going to be a pretty memorable experience. He bit down on his lip to stifle a snicker and didn't really even mind how his nose hurt, not when the burn of his scalp followed by the tingle of proper blood circulation was rather distracting, and he was still a little disoriented when he resumed grinding against Bedivere.

A sexy lesson required a sexy demonstration and all that.

His skin was getting rather hot under the thin fabric of his shirt.]

Erogenous zones can be surprising that way. The nape is another one.

And this. [His fingers wandered to the skin below Bedivere's navel, and he left behind a light scrape with his nails.] Over here, too. [Now, he leaned up to croon into Bedivere's ear before capturing his earlobe between teeth.] Shall I carry on here? Or can I go back to adoring your chest?

[1stknight]

[If Dazai was looking to get worked out of his yukata, then he was in luck. Bedivere's one hand was tugging on the back of Dazai's collar, trying to pull it down to expose some skin on Dazai. He wanted to touch Dazai too, especially in the ways Dazai was touching him. One hand made it a little difficult, though. Fumbling was to be expected, until he got better at it.

But oh, how that touching set him on fire. Especially the that hand down low on him, it was getting closer to where Bedivere really wanted to be touched, but he was still too embarrassed to say it.]

H-how can you make me pick like that? They're all good. Let me touch you too.

[Tug tug. Even if that yukata didn't come all the way off, at least expose some skin Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

[Now Bedivere was the one being shameless here, and while Dazai did help him loosen his clothing so that the sleeve spilled to the crook of his elbow, the flush on his cheeks wasn't entirely from arousal.

It's been a while since he's had a bed partner with whom he's shown the skin of his torso to, and the exposure of his back to air left him with goosebumps.]

Who said anything about picking?

[If he had his way, he'd pay a lot of attention to every spot and more, down to the soft skin behind the knees. And because there was nothing stopping him, he'd do just that, fingers scraping up from Bedivere's abdomen to return to the nipple he'd been at moments ago, while he worked on the dip above the clavicle with his mouth.]

[1stknight]

You're-

[He was going to say something about how absolutely tempting Dazai was, but those words became lost in a garble of needy noises as Dazai's mouth returned to making marks on his chest. And those scrapes, they burned in a way that felt so good, something he hadn't been expecting. Did getting scratched like that really feel that good?

He decided to test it out on Dazai, just to see. That now-exposed back was getting a similar treatment, with a set of fingernails gently scraping downwards from the shoulder. He was also left wondering if Dazai felt as hot and sweaty as he did.]

[neverwashere]

- hahhh.

[The sound was accompanied by a full-bodied jolt when those nails blazed their way down his back, already damp with a light sheen of perspiration. Dazai looked up at Bedivere from his chest, wide-eyed, lips swollen from the plentiful kisses he's left on skin.]

You catch on fast.

[1stknight]

I did say that, didn't I?

[A light bit of almost-teasing there. It was what he could manage in the heat of the moment like that.

It was driven by a desire to make Dazai feel good too, and while his movements were still a bit fumbling, he was starting to get the hang of it. Mapping out Dazai's skin with his hand- he was still a bit shy about using his mouth, he had to work his way there- proved to be interesting. All of the bumps and ridges from scars, to how gangly Dazai felt in general, it spoke volumes about Dazai's past. And it was fascinating to Bedivere.

With Dazai laying chest-to-chest with him, he couldn't really sneak his hand between them to touch his chest. So instead, he moved his hand do Dazai's hip, holding onto him there.]

Dazai, can we touch even lower?

[Let him touch your dick, Dazai.]

[neverwashere]

[Truth be told, he'd been restricting himself to grinding against Bedivere as a way to draw out the time he had to touch and taste, part of him fearing that this was just a one-off thing, or that he wouldn't get to do this again: this constant reminder of how mortality extended to even the time they spent together elicited a surge of intensity within him that he hasn't dared to describe yet.

But if Bedivere asked - he couldn't say no, really. Because his own actions were driven by the exact opposite of rejection.]

Alright.

[He'd dip his fingers further down, tantalizingly close to Bedivere's dick with the full intention of teasing him.]

[1stknight]

[If only Bedivere knew of those struggles in Dazai's mind.

Here was another problem: how could Bedivere both hold onto Dazai and touch him at the same time? Sometimes having just one arm was troublesome. But he knew what he wanted, and with determination running through him, he let go of Dazai's hip to slip his hand down between Dazai's legs. Dazai may have intended on teasing Bedivere, but Bedivere didn't yet know the art of sexual teasing, so he definitely cupped the front of Dazai's crotch.]

Oh! It's big.

[He sounded honestly surprised by that. He was learning the wonders of how dicks got bigger during sex.]

[neverwashere]

[He inhaled sharply, not quite expecting that kind of a grope, though Bedivere's reaction had his breath trail off into a faint snicker once it's sunken in.]

It does that, yes, because of the blood flow. A good thing, too, because figuring out the logistics of sticking a limp dick into an orifice isn't the sexiest affair for either party.

[And just to prove his point, he'd drag his own fingers down the obvious bulge Bedivere sported -

Oh. Big, indeed.

Thinking about getting railed was pretty distracting.

With a sigh, Dazai reached behind him to undo his own obi. This was going to happen anyway, he told himself, even if this wasn't the sexy tease he'd envisioned.]

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

As an aside: anyone who says size is the most important factor is an idiot. It's how you use it.

[1stknight]

[Bedivere, who had previously done his best to ignore any changes in his body or any reactions to steamy dreams, was certainly learning a lot that night. Dazai's explanation made sense though, He knew that genitals had to be mashed together somehow for sex to happen, and having a body part that got stiff and straight when needed would help with that.

Of course, that just left him with the vague thought of dicks going into a person, which made him inhale sharply. Or maybe that was the way Dazai touched him so lightly for a moment, before undoing his obi. Bedivere would help there, letting go of Dazai momentarily to tug the yukata off entirely.

But then he was struck by a thought, and he had to put words to that thought.]

Sit up for a moment?

[Bedivere was a curious one, and he wanted to see what he was doing while he touched Dazai.]

I can get undressed too.

[neverwashere]

Sure.

[He sat up and scooted back a bit, loosening the grip of his knees to give Bedivere room. Dazai made quick work of his obi and left it next to the pillow, though he hadn't shrugged off his yukata.

While he might not give voice to some of his thoughts, the way his gaze lingered betrayed him. His desire in his expression wasn't easy to hide, as was the condom packets and lube he'd set aside next to the futon in case they were necessary, before they even had started.]

[1stknight]

[Bedivere was sure to undo and pull off his yukata first, so that he could actually sit down without it restricting his movements. But then he ended up on his knees again anyway, because that seemed like the most comfortable way to sit during this. It also meant that he was closer to Dazai and could reach him properly.

Here, in the mostly-nude, Bedivere found himself being struck by curiosity again. He had seen dicks before, communal bathing was a thing even in his time. But he had never seen someone like this, when they were both worked up and wanting more. It painted the nudity in an entirely different light, and it made him lick his lips.]

So, I just...like this?

[He had missed the condoms and lube, because his attention was on Dazai's body, not the things he was removing from himself. And he reached out to take Dazai into his hand, his grasp gentle like he expected it to be painful to Dazai or something. He was definitely watching for a wince, or any sign that Dazai was uncomfortable.]

[neverwashere]

[Gentle's good. Nice, even, never mind that Bedivere probably hadn't intended to build up anticipation like this, making Dazai grip his forearm to steady himself, a full-blown flush spreading on his cheeks.]

Almost.

[This wasn't his first rodeo, so sounding this affected over having his dick in someone's hand would've been embarrassing. Except this was Bedivere, the ridiculously sweet and honorable knight he's been thirsting over on different levels since they met, and he felt that seeing Bedivere giving an unintentional blowjob to a popsicle justified this response.]

Don't squeeze hard. And - hold on. Grab that.

[He pointed at the bottle of lube next to the pillow. Dazai could've gotten it himself, of course, except his brain was stuck between coping with the fact that Bedivere was about to give him a hand job, and the irrational and strangely specific fear that if he moved the wrong way, Bedivere's wonderful arm muscles might flex and Bad Tears might happen.

The pitfalls of having an overactive imagination.]

[1stknight]

[Dazai no, your imagination!

Bedivere glanced over at the tube, and he didn't even give a second thought to it. He was so used to opening containers on his own that he didn't even stop to remind Dazai that tubes like that were usually opened with two hands.

Instead, he let go of Dazai and reached over to pick up the tube. Flipping open the top was easy enough, but once he had it open he had to hold it carefully in his teeth to squeeze some into his hand. Cold, slippery, and liable to drip out of his hand if he wasn't careful. Though he was careful enough; the fact that he had managed to squeeze it just right with his teeth, without spilling any, was a testament to that.

Then he had to let the tube fall out of his mouth and land on the ground next to the futon, cap still open. Thankfully it was a squeeze tube, so it wouldn't leak if it wasn't squeezed.]

Dazai, what is this? It's very slippery.

[He swirled the lube between his thumb and fingertips, warming it up some while also testing out its viscosity.]