#why such a complicated name

[yudol-skorbi]

stupid cookie gacha game is ruining my life

[technically-human]

Wings

A commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are based on this post

This is not just a Wing!AU, but also a Sentinels and Guides AU. It's a whole concept I didn't know existed and now I'm fascinated

[tero-ga]

FINALLY MORE METAPHOR FANART AGH

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[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Some doodles cause he’s been on my mind

[everestgale]

"Hey Everest, you should probably post some of the art you've made this month, you've got a lot of art in your backlog!"

[Looks at my art folder and sees a bunch of AU art that requires explaining to share]

...Ah, no wonder I haven't been posting much lately /lh

So, how about some Smitten ships, also as a little preview for my redesign of him:

Some SmitChea my beloved <3

Burned Bridges (I need to draw them more, they look so nice together) !!!

And Spousemouse (SmittenHunted)! Also some HEA Smitten because why not :]

[Ignore Hunted's design in these drawings, it wasn't 100% finished when I drew these]

Yeah, Everest has a bunch of Smitten ships they like (the only one that's missing a drawing is SmittenBroken), no wonder their Smitten is in two separate romantic polycules /silly

[bakpidia]

Sterilize

very messy sketch of medpoc !!

[sadlynotthevoid]

Dreamed about OgCale and Rok Soo being roommates besties in a modern fantasy Earth AU—

Except the whole dream was OgCale swinging and humming in the kitchen, preparing a dessert as breakfast. Then he opened Rok Soo's door and threw a pillow at him, saying "WAKE UP, BITCH. THERE'S BREAKFAST"

Then the two of them had a quiet "Rok Soo's birthday" breakfast and fed a cat while recalling how they met.

Apparently Rok Soo was sitting in a bank outside a house/apartment complex? And OgCale came and told him no one sits there because the woman living in the store above likes to water her plants too much. Cue Rok Soo getting a whole bucket of water rain over him. OgCale then got him to come over to his apartment, which was nearby, to get him dry. I don't remember what he said exactly but we know the real reason is he's kind when he doesn't have to put an act.

Anyways, Rok Soo ended up staying for the night. Later they became roommates because OgCale's cat kinda adopted him, so OgCale decided he was fine. OgCale jokes about that a lot. So does Rok Soo, just most people don't notice he's joking. He calls the cat "Milky-nim".

[serpentface]

Hibrides and Kagnomara, who was a trainee hittlatlamii physician she briefly had an affair (in a very loose sense of the word) with.

Hittlatlamii are highly specialized midwives considered uniquely equipped to address women's medical needs, predominantly in terms of pregnancy/childbirth/postpartum care. They are distinct from the much broader practice of midwifery in general, being formally educated in medicine and recognized as a minor subdivision of the priesthood of Ganmache, representing the cult of anmir-Ganmache (God as the hearth). Teachings specific to their art pass directly from mentor to mentee in a very long training process, lasting from the age of 15 to 30.

Kagnomara was an apprentice to a hittlatlamii who was hired to oversee the latter two thirds of Hibrides' first pregnancy. She's Hibrides' type in general and immediately struck her as charismatic. Kind of liked to hear herself talk but was very friendly, and her chattiness was welcome in dispelling the discomfort of these medical visits. As an older apprentice in the last couple years of her mentoring period, she was given a lot of free reign to do the more routine work solo.

This was a particularly difficult time in Hibrides' life and getting to be alone with a friendly, attractive woman who had a vocational excuse to be massaging her with various oils was welcome. Hibrides tends to be nervous about people who show any immediate and pronounced interest in her and that applied here as well, but they struck up a genuine rapport and this became a relationship on the downlow within a couple months. This got to the point of making loose future plans- hittlatlamii provide some generalized medical care as well and have significant freedom of movement even when married, so they could probably see each other on a routine basis even after the pregnancy was over.

Unfortunately for this whole thing, Kagnomara dealt with the low pay of hittlatlamii training and funding her unwed lifestyle via a habit of stealing from the homes she visited, and Hibrides caught her in the practice of lifting a handful of silver spoons. Even more unfortunately in some respects, Kagnomara genuinely liked her and had not merely been taking advantage of her to lift easily missed valuables (in fact, had convinced herself that Hibrides probably wouldn't be That upset if she found out given it was her husband's stuff and she didn't like him all that much). This was a missed call and Hibrides did not react well to the absurdity of the situation, made the judgment call that she was being taken advantage of and felt extremely betrayed. She snitched on her to Janeys and he caught her with the contraband and reported it. Hibrides never actually saw the end result but Kagnomara would have lost her job at the very least. She hasn't seen her since.

Hibrides has had plenty of reason to question whether she made the right call there and whether Kagnomara had Really just intended to steal from behind her back and then ditch her (though would have been mad about the theft either way, frankly) and has been a little haunted by this ever since.

[my-name-is-apollo]

Why is Hera so hostile to Leto in a manner that she isn't with the other lovers of Zeus? I can't think of any other woman who was targeted so much by Hera. One could say she didn't want Leto to give birth because her children would be a competition to Hera's children, but why bother her even after she had already given birth? Is it because Leto herself is also a threat to Hera?

Sort of I guess?

I don't think Leto would ever be a threat to Hera's role as the queen of the gods but Hera might see her as a competitor for Zeus' affection, even though I think Zeus would not marry someone else and replace Hera.

The twins are definitely a big reason why Hera begrudged Leto - it is outright stated in the Callimachus Hymn to Delos that the reason Hera especially targeted Leto was because she was told that Apollo would be dearer to Zeus than Ares is. Zeus is very proud of Artemis as well. As he himself puts it, he doesn't mind facing Hera's wrath for children like her.

But the continued hatred even after the birth of the twins (like sending Tityus to rape Leto) could have been for different reasons. This wasn't like one of those affairs Zeus would have with mortal women where he'd leave them behind once the child is conceived. Neither could Hera, despite her many attempts, get rid of Leto like she did with the other lovers. Not only did Leto give Zeus children that he loves dearly, she also stayed on Olympus despite Hera's hatred towards her (which isn't directed to any of Zeus' other divine mistresses, btw). It might have also been because Leto herself is dear to Zeus, if the way she's treated on Olympus is any proof. In the Homeric hymn to Apollo, Leto stands next to Zeus - in the Olympian assembly - to welcome their son. Hera is completely absent from the scene, as if Leto had taken her place even if temporarily. Now you could say this is because Apollo himself is such a powerful and glorious son in a way that no other son of Zeus is, so of course Leto would get such an honor (the hymn itself presents it this way).

But here's another instance - in the Iliad, when Hera goes to seduce Zeus, he is obviously very smitten but before getting into the action, he lists some of his lovers (I believe these were his favorite lovers, as a lot of others are not mentioned):

"for never has such desire for goddess or mortal woman so gripped and overwhelmed my heart, not even when I was seized by love for Ixion’s wife, who gave birth to Peirithous the gods’ rival in wisdom; or for Acrisius’ daughter, slim-ankled Danaë, who bore Perseus, greatest of warriors; or for the far-famed daughter of Phoenix, who gave me Minos and godlike Rhadamanthus; or for Semele mother of Dionysus, who brings men joy; or for Alcmene at Thebes, whose son was lion-hearted Heracles; or for Demeter of the lovely tresses; or for glorious Leto; or even for you yourself, as this love and sweet desire for you grips me now.’ (Book 14, trans. A. T. Murray)

Notice how when talking about most of them, he also mentions the children they bore to him but when Demeter and Leto are mentioned, he doesn't bring up their children at all despite them being some of the most accomplished kids of his. What's more, he takes Leto's name just before Hera's. I mean, this is an interpretation but it looks like not only did Zeus love Leto the most out of all his mistresses - giving her a place second to that of his wife, but also his love for her wasn't necessarily only because she gave him two amazing children.

Nonnus does something similar in the Dionysiaca (but this time Zeus is enamored with Persephone instead of Hera) but more notably, when Typhoeus attacks Olympus and Zeus is discouraged, Nike takes the form of Leto to encourage him and it's pretty telling of what Leto meant to Zeus.

One interesting similarity between Hera and Leto is that they both had a giant try to rape them. Porphyrion tried to violate Hera (Zeus inspired him to do this) and Tityus tried to violate Leto (upon Hera's order). Though both of them were killed, only Tityus got an eternal punishment in Tartarus of having his liver/heart eaten out by vultures so Zeus seems to have taken a greater offense at Tityus trying to assault Leto.

Again, I don't think Zeus would ever take anyone other than Hera as his permanent wife - she is irreplaceable to him. There's an entire myth about Hera leaving him and Zeus winning her back. Their relationship is obviously complex and involves all kinds of emotions including love and hate. But Leto is continually dear to him as well and that's something Hera can't do much about.

[ryllen]

Sebek & Yuu's teenage child . [insp] .

[wackywatchdotcom]

sometimes i think about the idea that the digital circus is JUST caine. its all what hes made. i mean he named himself, whose to say the circus isnt his own creation, an extension of himself

[ganondoodle]

so im not sure if anyones interested, but, i went through quite a bunch of totk critiques by people who were also very disappointed with it and thought id share my favorite videos i found (granted, i only really wachted those that youtube recommened and its mostly .. white men... things like the orientalism problem are not mentioned at all for example, maybe ill update this post if i find any more diverse voices)

i dont agree with every single point and also dont know most of the channels (aside from the big zelda theory guys) so i judged solely by what they mentioned in those videos and the quality of it (like the audio .. bc i cant listen to bad audio)

in no particular order, also they talk about or use footage of the literal ending stuff so if you arent done with the game yet, better leave these for now

(the following one is a podcast thing by multiple zelda theory guys, there some stuff you can skip at the start thats just kidna random things, but the video is marked with chapters)

(theres some mention of some things not making sense, like the sonau only being two, and ithink thats kinda bc the english translation was weirdly vague about that, in the german version its much more directly said that they all died out and only rauru and mineru were left of them;

also mentions of how unfitting it is to call the enigma stones "secret"stones in english might come from a similar thing; in german they where called "Mysterienstein" which would be translated as mystic/mysterious/enigma- stone

just wanted to mention that since the vast majority are gonna play it in english only and the stuff online is also dominated by english)

[redbean-nom]

Designs for adult versions of the clone cadets in bad batch as Rebellion leaders

The first weird thing I noticed was that they kept specifying that tbb are "defective CTs", whereas iirc most other clones leave out the "ct" part. additionally, "special training" must have been a reasonably expected occurrence for them, since it was used as the Hemlock-jungle-lab excuse. they're also, oddly enough, the only three survivors from a base full of both cadets and adult clones. and finally, all three of them have noticeably different face shapes.

so my guess for their origins is that they're the results of the kaminoans trying to replicate tbb's mutations in a commando template, making them all specialized CC command cadets. From what we've seen of them, they don't seem to have quite as prominent abilities as say, wrecker or hunter, but are definitely above average to have survived that long.

Anyways the mini-backstory for them here is that they end up joining the rebellion around 5 years later (assuming that they're 6/12 and 8/16 in tbb s3, they would be 11/22 and 13/26 here) as the lead squad for the clone rebel cell after rex, wolffe, and gregor retire (and echo and cody are presumably dead).

Bonus: I originally had Deke's hair as dyed blond, but then he started looking too much like Rex (esp with the jaig eyes and partial arc armor) so I changed it back

edit: sorry i forgot to tag spoilers at first! it has since been fixed

[fossilizedhysterics]

mild suggestive humor ↓ . . . .

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more funnies.... i cant be stopped

[inkandarsenic]

Hymn to Virgil

I don't know how i feel about this tbh, and I ended up not writing Evander fucking Robb because I felt like this was dragging on and I just wanted to be done with it, y'know? I'll write that a different day probably. Also, the title has zero bearing on this fic it jurt happened to be the song playing when I got to the titling part. Anyway. Have 3.1k words of Evander and Robb having sex in the middle of the day. Let me know what you think!!

mdni, 18+, oral sex, anal fingering, m/m penetration, kissing like. so much of it omg slight breeding kink

It's probably a testament to how many times over the years Robb has simply dragged Evander off somewhere that the man doesn't even question it when Robb's hand clamps around his wrist the moment he hands the maid's baby back to her, and Robb starts pulling him down the hall.

Evander laughs -- it's been awhile two years eight months three days four hours since this part of their normal dynamic has been present, it feels good. "Where's the fire? You know you can just ask me to come with you?"

Robb stops, looks back at Evander, and pushes him up against the wall. Evan blinks and opens his mouth to ask why, before his mind blanks because Robb's mouth is on his. Warm and soft and tasting faintly of the wine Robb had been drinking at the midday meal. Evan has barely caught up and begun to kiss him back when Robb is pulling away again and dragging a stunned Evander down the hall towards his room.

"Robb, what--?"

Robb has barely shut the door to his room before he's crowding Evan against it. "Shut up," he breathes as he presses against Evander's chest and kisses him again, mumbling against his mouth in between kisses. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you were holding that baby, and you looked so good..."

Evan's hands grasp tightly at Robb's hips. He inhales deeply to catch his breath as he tips his head back against the door and Robb's mouth trails down his neck. "Not that I'm not immensely into this, but since when...?"

Robb's eyes are a bright and beautiful blue, and his mouth is reddened from kissing Evan. He smiles, the slow gorgeous one that always makes Evander's heart skip a beat. "I love you. I think I've always loved you, and I want you." He threads his hand into Evan's hair and presses another kiss to his lips -- he knows now what Ev tastes like and he never wants to taste anything else. "I want everything with you."

Evander doesn't respond to that, and Robb pulls back to look at him, worried he might have read the last several years wrong. But Ev's eyes are simply wide with wonder and surprise, a pink flush staining his cheeks, and Robb grins. "Usually you're so quick to flirt with people who tell you they want you."

Evander swallows hard, his hands tugging Robb closer. The press of him against Evander's rapidly hardening cock makes Evan inhale sharply. "Those people aren't usually you."

Robb simply hums and starts tugging at Evan's shirt. Impatiently -- which he can be forgiven for, Evan thinks, since this is something he's wanted for so long -- Evander pulls off his shirt and tosses it aside, then reaches for Robb's shirt. There will be time for slow undressing later -- and there will be a later, Evander doesn't think he'll ever be able to go without this again.

He steps back and his eyes rake over Robb's bare chest, catching on the arrow scars and the dusting of auburn hair and the way his muscles twitch under the weight of Evan's gaze. There's a trail of auburn drawing Evander's eyes lower and lower until it disappears into Robb's breeches, where a sizable bulge is growing. Evander's breeches grow uncomfortably tight. With some difficulty, Evan drags his eyes back up to Robb's, and surges forward again to kiss the smirk off his lips. "Fuck," Evan breathes into Robb’s mouth. "Fuck, you're perfect, fuck me."

"That's the idea," Robb teases. Evan bites at his lower lip for it. The sound Robb makes -- a soft, breathy moan -- is one Evan wants to hear again and again.

He walks Robb backwards towards the bed, following the man down and blanketing Robb's body with his own. His hips settle against Robb's, the pressure sending delicious sparks up his spine. Robb's hands roam over Evan's torso, like he can't quite decide where to hold, like he has to touch as much of Evander's skin as possible. Evander has one of his hands buried in Robb's hair, tilting his head up to kiss him deeper, and his other trails down Robb's side and skirts along his waistband, unlacing his breeches.

Evan breaks away and presses his forehead to Robb's. "Have you ever...?"

His voice is rough with want and Robb feels it in his bones. He shakes his head. "No, no, I've never... there's been no one since Talisa."

Evander sits back on his heels, and Robb is momentarily distracted by the outline of Evander's cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Then he sees the raised brows.

"You've not been with anyone for nearly three years?" Evander asks. Robb can't stop the heat from rising to his face.

"I realized how I felt about you and I didn't want anyone else," he mutters petulantly. "And I haven't been, y'know, celibate. My hand worked just fine."

Evander's laugh is warm and teasing. "Yeah? Did it?" His fingers slip inside Robb's breeches and brush against his cock. "No one else could live up to me, huh?"

"Fuck," Robb groans, his hips jerking into Evan's touch. "Yes, okay? You're the only one I wanted to even think about." Evan's eyes are sparkling in pleased amusement and Robb rolls his eyes. "Can you stop being so smug and fucking kiss me again?"

"Impatient," Evander teases, but he leans down and kisses Robb. Evan slides a thigh up against Robb’s cock, and grins when Robb moans into his mouth at the sweet pressure. When they break apart for air, Evander trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down Robb's neck and chest -- pressing careful kisses and fingertips against the scars neither of them want to talk about -- swirling his tongue around a nipple and smirking against Robb’s skin at the way it makes him gasp and arch up.

He follows the trail of hair over Robb's abs, down to the waistband of Robb's breeches, and hooks his fingers into it, looking up at Robb with a heated smirk.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this," he breathes.

Robb is propped up on his elbows to watch Evan, and he raises an eyebrow. "Am I a frequent star in your dreams?"

Evan snorts. "Please. You've been the only star in my dreams since we were, hm, fourteen?"

"Really?"

"Mhm. You insisted we practice kissing with each other, and I've been lost on you ever since." He hums consideringly, tugging at Robb's breeches and following them down with feather-light kisses along Robb's legs. "Not as though I wasn't completely in love with you before that."

Robb might say something in response to that, but if he does Evander doesn't hear him, his focus fully on the cock in front of his eyes -- as pretty as the rest of Robb. Blessed by the gods, this one, Evan muses silently. Robb's cock is nestled in a patch of dark red curls, long and curved just slightly, the tip flushed a dark pink color and leaking steadily. Evander wants to feel the weight of him on his tongue. He leans forward, arms wrapped around Robb's thighs, and takes his cock into his mouth. The surprised curse and the bucking of Robb's hips send heat rushing through Evan's veins, and he hums as he works his mouth over Robb. Every sound he gets from Robb makes his blood sing.

"Ev-- fuck!" Robb's voice is a drawn out moan and Evan groans as Robb's hands tangle in Evan's hair. "You're fucking... you're going to kill me."

Evan pulls off and grins teasingly. "You want me to stop?"

Robb's hands tighten in Evander's hair like he’s barely holding back from pushing Evan's head back down himself. "No!"

"Wasn't actually going to," Evander answers, and nips at the inside of Robb's thigh. "I'm enjoying myself." He takes Robb back in his mouth, pressing his tongue along the vein. He tightens his grip around Robb's thighs and presses Robb's hips into the bed as the other man starts to lose control and tries to buck up into Evan's mouth.

Robb pulls Evander up as soon as he feels himself get close. "Wait, wait, wait."

"What? What's wrong?" The frown on Evander's face is adorable and Robb shakes his head to keep himself from getting distracted.

"Nothing, nothing, you're amazing, I just..." He swallows, feeling heat creep up his neck. "I'm close--"

"That's generally a good thing," Evander points out, nuzzling against Robb’s thigh.

"-- and I want..." Robb trails off, distracted by Evander's mouth kissing bruises into his skin. He guides Evan up to kiss him properly, and flips them so that he's straddling Evander's hips. "I want you." Then he frowns, a hint of a pout entering his voice. "And you're not even naked yet!"

"Robb, love," Evander half sits up, hands landing on Robb's hips, "you can have me whenever you want. And we have hours before anyone is going to wonder where you dragged me off to."

Robb shudders in Evan's lap at the easy way the endearment falls from his lips, like he’s just been waiting to say it their whole lives. He runs his tongue along Evander's bare collarbone and lets his hands fall to the laces of his breeches and tug them loose. He slips his hand inside and wraps his fingers around the hot thick length, stroking long and slow. Evander's head falls forward to rest against Robb’s chest, and his groan is quite possibly the best thing Robb's ever heard. "I think I've been very patient, Ev, come on. Off."

"Has anyone ever told you you're a little bit bossy?"

"Yes. You. Multiple times." Robb reluctantly lets go of Evander's cock and slides off his best friend's lap. "Are you going to get naked for your king or not?"

"Mm, as you wish, my king," is Evander's response, practically purred in Robb's ear, and oh, that should not send heat racing through his blood the way it does. Robb watches transfixed as Evan stands up and shucks off his breeches. His mouth waters -- and it isn't as though Robb's never seen Evan naked before. He's known Evan since they were six years old, he's seen Evan naked plenty, but Evander naked and aroused and looking at Robb with eyes blown wide on desire?? The flickering fire makes Evander look like he is dripping in golden light, the darkened blue of his eyes all the more striking for it. Robb has the fleeting thought that he's somehow caught hold of something holy, and then all thoughts leave his mind as Evander straightens up again and Robb is met with the full force of Evander Bolton's good looks. Suddenly he understands all the serving girls who bat their eyes at Evander, feels like every girl he's caught stumbling from Evander's chambers in the dead of night, all wide-eyed, giggling and blushing -- Evander is... generously endowed, his cock long and thick, flushed and jutting out from a patch of neatly trimmed dark brown hair. Evander is everything Robb's wanted since the moment he realized how he felt.

Evan climbs back onto the bed and straddles Robb, and the press of their bare cocks sends lightning up Robb's spine.  Evan wraps a hand around them both, stroking slowly as Robb pants against his shoulder. Robb lets his hands wander down Evan's chest, sliding around to cup his ass -- warm and firm under Robb's hands, filling his palms perfectly. He wants to watch Evan fall apart on his cock. Blindly, Robb reaches out to fumble in the bedside table for the little jar of oil.

"You just have that on hand?"

Robb nods, pressing up into the hand Evan has on his cock. "I told you. My hand worked just fine. And I... I wanted to know what it might feel like to have you fuck me."

"Fuck, how are you real?" Evander breathes, and leans in to kiss Robb again, both hands cradling Robb's face.

Robb grins into the kiss and flips them over, trailing his slick fingers over Evan's cock and down to press and circle the tight pucker of his ass gently. Evan inhales on a soft gasp.

"I thought you wanted...?"

"I do," Robb cuts him off, nipping little kisses along the column of Evander's throat. He gently presses the tip of one slick finger into Evan, relishing in the soft moan and the tight heat. "But you know... we have time, right?" Evan hums agreeingly and Robb can feel the vibration against his lips. "And you looked... with the baby... I wanna put one in you." Evander's hips jerk at Robb's words, making the man grin. "You like that idea? For me to fuck you full of my pups?"

Evander groans. "Physically impossible."

"Mm. No harm in trying, though, right?" Robb considers Evan for a moment, then slowly presses in a second oil-slick finger.

"Fuck," Evander breathes, head tilted back and eyes closing. "Thought you said you'd never done this before?"

Robb hums and swirls his tongue over Evan's nipple. Unlike Robb's own chest, Evander's is clean shaven and soft under Robb's mouth. "I, uh, I went to a brothel in the Riverlands after I realized I loved you. I wanted to, y'know, know how it all works, being with another man. I couldn't make myself actually do anything with any of the men there, but I got the general idea. I didn't want to disappoint you if I ever got to have you in my bed."

"First off, you're adorable and I love you. Second, you could never," Evander's voice breaks off on a moan as Robb experimentally crooks his fingers, "fuck, never disappoint me." He reaches up and pulls Robb into a kiss, rocking his hips, fucking himself on Robb's fingers. "It's good enough. I want your cock."

Robb's brow furrows as he withdraws his hand. "You sure? I don't wanna hurt you."

"Robb." Evander pulls back to look him in the eye. "Fuck me."

When Robb hesitates again, Evander huffs and takes things into his own hands. He twists and flips them, straddling Robb's thighs. One hand braces against Robb’s chest while the other coats Robb's cock in oil and holds it steady as Evander sinks down onto it.

Robb's fantasies of what Evander might feel like wrapped around him come nowhere close to the real thing. Robb's hands are tight on Evan's hips, eyes wide and locked on the pleasure contorting his features as Robb's cock slowly disappears inch by inch. Evan is tight, and hot, and slick from the oil, and a moan tears from Robb's throat at the exquisite feeling. Watching Evander's thighs flex as he rides Robb makes want spark up Robb's spine, and Robb is so overwhelmed by sensation that he can't do much more than lay there and try and fail to keep his hips from bucking upwards into Evan.

"Oh gods, Ev, you feel..." Robb's voice is hoarse and heated, and his hands tighten on Evander's hips. "Fuck."

Evan smirks, and leans down, his hand sliding up to cup Robb's neck. "Better than your hand?"

"So much better," Robb breathes.

The next rise and fall of Evander's hips changes the angle and Robb watches in awe as Evan's cock jumps, a beautiful moan sounding in Robb's ear. Robb's hips stutter as Evan clenches around him. It's a gorgeous reaction, and Robb thrusts upward in the same angle to see it again and again. The repeated clenching proves too much for Robb to take, and with a soft groan of Evan's name, he comes, hard.

"Oh, you're pretty when you come," Evan says wonderingly. He's still moving on Robb's cock, albeit slower, and Robb reaches out, wrapping a hand around his steadily leaking cock. A few firm strokes later sees Evan spilling over Robb's hand and stomach. Robb decides the way Evan moans as he comes is his new favorite sound.

"Fuck," Evan huffs as his chest heaves, bracing his hands on either side of Robb's head as he comes down from his high. There are dark splotches of purple-red in the shape of Robb's mouth blooming over the pale skin of Evan's throat, and the sight of them sends a possessive thrill through Robb -- everyone is going to know Ev is Robb's. "That was perfect."

"You're so fucking beautiful," Robb tells him, sitting up a little to reach Evan's mouth. Evander's face pinks, and Robb breathes a laugh. "I haven't seen you blush in years. I like it."

Evander shakes his head and kisses Robb's cheek as he moves off of Robb's lap. "You would be smug about that."

Robb watches as Evan walks across the room to the washbasin -- his eyes, as they always do, catch on the scars crisscrossing Evander's back, and the familiar anger at Evan's brother flares in his gut. It's quickly replaced by the simmer of desire as Robb's eyes trail lower to watch Evander's ass as he walks. Idly, he swirls his fingers across his abs, through Evan's come. "The man I love is gorgeous. What's not to be smug about?"

Because he's watching Evan, he sees the way Evan reacts -- the stutter in his step, the way the blush deepens, the way a small pleased smile comes to his lips. Robb is inordinately pleased by this reaction -- Evan is so suave the rest of the time, flirting as easily as breathing with everyone, that to be able to affect him like this makes pride and warmth curl around Robb's heart.

Evander is gentle about cleaning them both off, and the second he finishes, Robb takes the cloth and tosses it somewhere. He pulls Evander back into the bed, delighting in the amused laugh Evander gives as Robb kisses him and wraps his body around Evan's. Robb's head tucks under Evan's like he was made to fit there, his leg thrown over Evan's waist. His hand traces idle patterns on Ev's chest, a pleased little hum escaping him as Evan kisses his temple and threads a hand into his hair. Evander's other hand trails up and down Robb's thigh. Evan is warm, and his heart beats steady and reassuring under Robb's ear, and Robb finds himself melting into Evander, vulnerable in a way he never could be with Talisa -- if something should happen, he knows well how far Evan would go to keep him safe. Soon enough he feels his eyelids grow heavy. He fights it, not wanting to wake up and find out he'd been dreaming again.

But Evander knows Robb better than Robb knows himself, and he pulls the furs up and over them. Robb feels more than hears Evan chuckle, and he kisses the top of Robb's head. "Sleep, love. I'll still be here when you wake."

Contentment and the lull of sated desire tug Robb under, and he falls asleep to the sound of Evan's heartbeat and the feel of his hand stroking through Robb's hair.