#forlorncrows

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COMET YOU ARE SPOILING US WITH THESE FICS IM IN LOVE

a needy mountain or ifrit, perhaps??

Ahhhh THANK YOU. Honestly, I’m the one being spoiled with all these insane and incredible, asks. I love you all so much.  Since I forgot Ifrit in a ficlet yesterday, I think it's time to show him some love.

Ifrit leans his head into Aether's warm thigh as Aether slips his fingers into his hair, and scratches his claws along his scalp lightly. He sinks into the feeling. He wants it to be enough. Of course, it isn't. He bites back a whine and presses even closer to Aether's leg. He hates that Aether's wearing pants. That he can't have the satisfaction of skin on skin. He wants--needs--more. And Aether’s intent dragging it out, like always. 

Aether's focused on the TV. Everyone else is too, sucked in by the movie. But Ifrit can't think. The movie is background noise, a drone. All he can think about is how Aether has been toying with him all day. Soft touches, the rake of his claws over the back of Ifrit's neck while he was washing dishes. Throwing his arm around Ifrit's shoulders and hauling him close during band practice to whisper filth in his ear. You're going to look so pretty stuffed full of my cock later.

And now it's later. And here Ifrit is, woefully unstuffed.

The waiting is torture. He’s bad at it, not used to it. He’s never had to beg for anything in his eternal life.  But right now, he wants to. He wants to climb up into Aether’s lap and beg for something. Anything more than these gentle touches. He wants something concrete, a grounding tough. Something that feels real. If you asked Ifrit, the movie is five hours long. When it eventually ends, and Aether stands, stretching his arms above his head and saying that he’s headed to bed. Ifrit tries his best to look unbothered, but he stands and follows, unable to do anything except appear like the lost puppy trying to follow Aether home. 

Aether smiles at him as they step into the hallway together. “What’s up, Fritter?”  It’s not a loaded question. Aether’s face is soft and open, and Ifrit wants to go to his knees and plead. Instead he crosses his arms.  “You promised.” 

Aether raises his eyebrows. “I--what?” 

“Don’t do this, Aeth.” Aether shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“You said you’d fuck me, that you’d take care of me.” Ifrit says, grinding his teeth together in a bad attempt at keeping his voice down. 

“Did I?” 

Ifrit whines. The sound surprises both of them. Ifrit wants to gather it up and shove it back down his throat.  “Don’t make me do this, Aeth please. I just want-.” 

Aether slings his arm around Ifrit’s shoulder. “I know.” 

He steers them both down the hallway towards Aether’s room. 

“I’ve been so good. Patient.” 

“Have you been?” 

“Aeth--” Ifrit’s face is drawing down, into something that might be despair. Aether must notice it because he softens as he opens his bedroom door and ushers Ifrit inside.  “Don’t worry.” Aether says, sliding his hand up to rest gently in the hair at the back of Ifrit’s neck. He thumbs over the place where his spine meets his skull. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” 

[forlorn-crows]

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[iamthecomet]

ohhhh commetttt....https://archiveofourown.org/works/44337448

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SPRINTING, RUNNING, SCREAMING. HOLY FUCK.