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How We Wait So Long

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He should nod, should make a joke out of it and move on with their lives, but his body is still humming with arousal, and Thancred doesn't seem put off by it at all - in fact, he seems intrigued, eager to keep pushing, to find the limits of this indefinable thing between them.

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originally posted to the FFXIV kinkmeme as a response to this prompt: https://ffxivkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/724.html?thread=248276#cmt248276

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"Of course," Thancred continues with a low chuckle, eyeing the Warrior over his handful of cards, "that's not exactly what happened the last time I found myself in this tavern."

The Warrior begins to return the laugh, but the sound is choked out of him abruptly as his vision blurs at the edges, Thancred fading away behind a monochrome scene playing out in front of him. It's still Thancred - younger, slighter, his hair longer and pulled back into a messy ponytail - but in the vision, instead of bent over a card table, he's stretched out across a bed, stripped entirely bare, hands and feet bound, his skin marked all over by claws and teeth, an auri woman perched on his chest, her tail lashing in predatory glee as his hips tilt up helplessly, his flushed cock straining to find some friction against her body. Instead, she plants a hand firmly against his sternum, leaning down to sink her teeth once more into his shoulder.

The scene dissolves slowly, leaving the Warrior enough time to see Thancred thrashing in his bonds beneath the sting of her bite, to hear him crying out an incoherent plea.

Thancred's smirking at him as he comes back to himself. "I should probably thank you for the opportunity to swap out all your cards." The Warrior looks down at his hand reflexively, but of course nothing has changed. He manages a weak laugh, knowing that his cheeks must be flaming with embarrassment. "I didn't take it, of course," he continues. "I've never needed to cheat in order to beat you."

"No," the Warrior says vaguely, trying to focus on his hand, but unable to think of anything but the way Thancred's hips rolled upward beneath the au ra's weight. "This has never really been my game, has it?" Thancred leans forward, setting his own cards down, holding a hand out but not quite making contact with the Warrior's arm. When the Warrior raises his eyes to meet his, he finds concern in them. "I'm fine," he assures him. He fans himself a little with his cards, giving a half smile. "Echo vision, that's all."

"Ah." Thancred looks relieved for a split second before his brows draw in, a faint alarm rising to his eyes. "Not…of…uh." He gestures to himself.

The Warrior hadn't thought he was capable of blushing any harder. "Well," he says, and tries to hide behind his cards. "Yes, actually."

Thancred bursts out laughing. "I had not until this moment realized how much you must deeply desire not to know about the people around you."

Relieved that Thancred doesn't seem concerned about the Warrior's intrusion into his intimate memories, he joins him in his laughter. "It doesn't happen often," he admits, "about things like this. It seems to be - " he cuts himself off, uncertain how to continue. "Well…" He shifts his eyes somewhat guiltily from his cards to Thancred, who unfortunately doesn't seem to be inclined to allow him to let the thought trail off into nothing.

"Seems to be…?" he prompts.

The Warrior lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "It seems to happen when I'm…er." He plays a card, hardly looking at it. "When there's a connection with someone. Often it's because they have valuable information that I could use. Sometimes…it's something else."

Thancred smirks at him. "Is there some way you would like to put this valuable information to use?" he asks.

The Warrior's eyes snap to his, expecting to find mockery, but instead he finds only honest interest there. It's intoxicating, the thought of putting what he had learned into action, of binding Thancred and teasing him until he's desperate…

"Because," Thancred continues casually, playing a card and drawing one, "That's not even the only memory there is to be had from this tavern, let alone others. Why, the first time I was here," he says, leaning in, holding the Warrior's gaze, and predictably, the Warrior begins to feel his vision swimming again.

This time Thancred is sitting at the edge of the bed, an elezen of indeterminate gender kneeling between his legs. His fingers are tangled tightly into their hair, dragging them roughly down onto his cock. He brings himself right to the edge before pulling them off of him, looking down at them as they gasp raggedly for breath, their head tilting against his thigh, lips still pressing frantic kisses to his skin.

His cock is arching up, thick and desperate, and they crane their long neck back toward him, looking up to meet his eyes and whisper "Please," before he drags them back to swallow around him greedily again.

This time, the vision fades away as the Warrior watches him come.

The Warrior can feel his own breath coming out ragged and unsteady as he returns to himself. The cards have tumbled from his fingers, and Thancred is eyeing him darkly from across the table.

"Well, would you look at that," Thancred says, dropping one of his own cards on top of the Warrior's and saying dryly, "I win." He scoops them up and stashes them away in a pocket, standing to offer the Warrior a hand up. "What do you say we call it a night?"

The Warrior is not sure he can touch him. He's hard in his trousers, and the thought of feeling Thancred's skin against his, intoxicating though the prospect may be, seems utterly unbearable. "Yes," he says vaguely, fishing into his pack for a few coins to leave on the table, and he pushes himself to his own feet without aid, following Thancred numbly out of the main hall, toward the room they're meant to share.

Thancred holds the door open for him gallantly, but keeps his distance as the Warrior stumbles in and settles heavily at the edge of one of the beds. He closes the door behind them and leans back against it.

"Too much?" he asks.

The Warrior swallows thickly. He should nod, should make a joke out of it and move on with their lives, but his body is still humming with arousal, and Thancred doesn't seem put off by it at all - in fact, he seems intrigued, eager to keep pushing, to find the limits of this indefinable thing between them - and somehow, he finds that he's not capable of turning away from the potential of the moment.

"No," he breathes out. He meets Thancred's eyes with a weak but flirty smile. "Maybe not enough."

Thancred chuckles. He pushes himself off the door, but instead of crossing to the Warrior, he makes his way to his own bed, settling down onto it and leaning forward on his knees, eyeing the Warrior closely. "It affects you this much," he says, "seeing…" he waves a hand, indicating the past.

"Not always," the Warrior admits. He gives a half smile, lifts a shoulder in a shrug, makes a confession that feels like it should be monumental, but after the past few minutes comes out nearly casually. "It's you," he says simply.

"Ah." Thancred leans closer, and the Warrior feels the sick swoop of dread in his chest, certain that Thancred is going to say something to end this, but instead, he says, "There's another tavern, on an island near Limsa, where I used to go sometimes when I was feeling particularly in need of…" a wicked smile twists at his lips, "well…"

And he doesn't need to continue, because the Warrior is there, hovering beside the bed as Thancred is bent over it, wrists held in the grip of a single hand of the roegadyn leaning down over him, ass arched up to greedily accept the thick cock pounding into him. He's giving as good as he gets, fucking back into the roe's thrusts, both of them flushed and sweating as if they've been at this for hours, the roe murmuring a tangled litany of praise and commands that Thancred responds to eagerly.

Thancred's cock is full and heavy beneath him, dripping with need even with neither of them touching it, and the Warrior wants nothing more than to reach forward to touch it, to take him in his hand and -

This scene dissipates more abruptly than the others, and he finds as their own tavern room fades back into view that he's reaching out, fingers empty where they would have been stroking Thancred's cock in the vision.

He feels like he's vibrating, his whole body trembling with need, cock straining helplessly against his trousers, almost surprised that he hasn't come in them yet. When he raises his eyes to Thancred's, he sees the same need reflected back in them, Thancred looking him over hungrily, a thick bulge clear beneath his own tunic.

It would be so simple to cross the room, to launch himself into Thancred's arms and end this unbearable tension together, but instead something keeps him still, something makes him tangle his fingers into the sheets at his side, not touching himself, panting raggedly as he stares at Thancred.

"I thought," Thancred says hoarsely, "that time, I thought you might…" his eyes drift down to the Warrior's cock, sending a shiver down his body.

"I think I nearly did," the Warrior admits.

"Gods," Thancred breathes out. He braces a hand in front of him on the bed, arching his hips to rub his cock against his forearm almost unconsciously.

"You can…" the Warrior says, gesturing, eyeing Thancred hungrily, suddenly wanting desperately to see him take himself in hand. "If you like."

Thancred's eyes go wide and dark. "I would like," he admits, and his fingers drop to the laces of his trousers, getting them undone in no time at all, shoving his smallclothes out of the way to bare his hard, flushed cock. It looks just like it did in the visions, and the Warrior's mouth waters at the sight of it, but he keeps still, even as Thancred wraps a hand around himself and lets out a shuddering moan.

Even through his pleasure, he eyes the Warrior curiously. "Not going to…" he asks, dropping his eyes to the Warrior's own straining cock.

"Not yet." The Warrior tightens his fingers in the sheets, meeting Thancred's eyes. "Tell me another."

The last thing he expects from Thancred - especially after all this - is embarrassment, but somehow he seems to get flustered as he tries to think of another story to tell. "There is one…" he hedges, and the Warrior leans forward with interest.

"Tell me," he says, his voice taking on the commanding tone of the roe, and he sees Thancred respond to it instinctively.

"It's rare," Thancred says, "that I go back to the same place, the same person, very often. I do like my variety. But once, in my travels, I found someone, and…well, I found that I couldn't keep from going back to him…"

The Warrior's eyes are on Thancred's cock as the room fades around him, following the steady stroking of his hand, the arch of his hips, and the vision seems to take its place nearly seamlessly, Thancred sitting at the edge of a bed, rocking his hips into the grip of a hand, except the hand is not his own, and the person he leans back against, with an arm wrapped around him, lips pressed to his throat…

It's not the Warrior.

He knows this because he has no memory of this moment, or this place, or the feeling of Thancred's cock sliding hot and smooth into his grip. But the man behind Thancred has the same build, the same hair, and until he raises his head from kissing Thancred's neck, the Warrior is not sure that this isn't a memory he has forgotten. His face is different, though, when he finally looks up, and when the Warrior looks closely, he can see that their scars do not match, nor do their tattoos. But Thancred keeps coming back to this man, keeps seeking out his touch, keeps returning here to lean back against him and revel in the pleasure he provides.

It's easy, somehow, to focus on Thancred, to let the other man blur into almost nothing and imagine that it is his own body pressed to Thancred's back, his own hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, his own lips pressing hot kisses to the space beneath his ear, whispering filthy words there that draw a helpless moan from Thancred's lips…

His body is writhing in pleasure as the vision fades around him.

He's fallen back onto the bed, his hips jerking upward helplessly, fingers still tangled into the sheets as he comes messily into his smallclothes, body trembling, overwhelmed.

Exhausted, he tilts his face toward Thancred in time to see him coming as well, his hand frantic around his cock, eyes wide and dark as he watches the Warrior come untouched across from him.

They stay there for a long time like that, the Warrior stretched out on the bed, Thancred curled down onto his knees across from him, and it's finally Thancred who breaks the silence, letting out a weary laugh. "That," he says ruefully, "is something I never intended you to know."

The Warrior gives him a lopsided grin as he pushes himself upright. "Well," he says, "anytime you want the real thing…" He gestures to himself, then laughs. "Except right now," he allows.

Thancred lets out a sound that's half laugh, half groan. "No," he agrees, "not right now. I think we both need a wash and a rest." He stands, stretching, his shirt riding up to expose a tantalizing strip of skin above his softening cock that despite the Warrior's exhaustion, he's tempted to lean in and press a biting kiss to. He expects Thancred to head for the wash basin, but instead he crosses the space between the two beds, kneeling before the Warrior, looking up at him. The Warrior's cock gives a weak, useless twitch of interest. "I enjoyed this," Thancred tells him with unexpected earnestness, before the playfulness returns to his expression. "But next time," he says, "I intend to get my hands on you."

The Warrior feels a leap in his chest at Thancred wanting there to be a next time, but he carefully keeps the playful tone as he promises, "You can get any body part on me you like."

Thancred chuckles and goes to rise, but not before reaching out to touch his fingers, very lightly, to the edge of the Warrior's jaw. The Warrior stills, expecting him to draw him in for a kiss, but instead, that remains the only point of contact between them, burning with potential.

"Clean up," Thancred says, "and get some sleep." A wicked smile spreads across his lips. "Perhaps tomorrow, I'll tell you some more bedtime stories."