#yeah this is definitely a strong suit for Maren

[mewnia]

Finished my 1-Page comic for class! I was so happy that my classmates recognized my world from last semester :P

I had been doodling Link and Ella for a bit before the assignment was brought up, and then one of the prompts for it was "two people meeting" and I just couldn't help but combine the two! I love these little lovebirds :P

Bonus! Some of the sketches I did of them!

[shroudingmists]

“Do you like it when I touch you like that?” OR "Sit back, and enjoy" for after hours maren Iolaus 👀

(This one’s probably gonna’ be a lot longer than normal, ‘cause I CAN’T HELP IT–I HAD AN IDEA. It’ll go under a cut, so I can have FUN!!)

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The arms that wrapped around his neck could’ve been any number of peoples’–but he was delighted when a sweet and familiar scent wafted up. Apple. Wine. Something so sweet, unique, and lovely.

“Did you like the show, Eve?” Iolaus hummed, keeping it ‘casual’ as he brushed out his long hair with a steady hand. He hadn’t even changed, still painted to perfection–so much so, that he really could’ve been a Maren come to land.

Rubbing his soft button nose against the Imperial’s neck, Eve let a giddy laugh bubble past his lips.

That would be a ‘yes,’ I think.

When he crawled into his lap, he abandoned the brush–there were much more important things to do with his hands, now. Like push them against Eve’s thighs, savoring their smoothness. He’d wanted to do this since the performance started, and the warmth of his skin would certainly relay that–or so he hoped.

Through layers of silk, he found his prize–the tender skin of his inner thighs, which he parted wide across his lap. The help he received, with the body above him arching, was…exquisite.

Ah, yes…you’re a dancer, too. You’re going to join me in the performance, aren’t you…?

Dipping his head, Iolaus let the soft tuft of hair at his chin rub against Eve’s shoulder–only a moment, as his lips glanced across the outer shell of his ear.

“Sit back, and enjoy.”

Eve gasped in surprise as his fingers brushed across him–a noisy moan tumbling after. He never did like being quiet–what for?

Exploring him was a gift, each and every time. Iolaus’ eyes glazed as he parted his gorgeous folds, and…ah, there. His excitement was already quite noticeable, and Iolaus couldn’t help but chuckle.

“And what are you giggling at, little fish?” Eve hiccuped, arching his hips, whimpering in pure excitement.

“How beautiful you are,” the dancer whispered, shifting–with surprisingly minimal effort–to pull Eve onto the vanity he sat in front of. “Mind your horns on the mirror, love…you can do that, can’t you?” he continued, teasingly, dropping to his knees in front of him.

He couldn’t help himself, not this time, as his mouth pressed to the prize before him. Sweet, hot skin. He explored each delicate fold first, rolling his tongue carefully. He heard Eve’s head thump against the mirror, antlers scraping oh so quietly against it. Ah, well. I can always get another one, he mused. He licked, slowly, savoring.

“You’re…already so wet…” Iolaus whispered ticklishly, letting his breath puff across the already-sensitive spot where he’d tasted. Flicking his tongue playfully, he delighted in the sensation of Eve’s hands in his hair–urging. He knew what he wanted, and gave without second thought.

It was different with him, and he made note to take care, taking that precious bud into his mouth. It was long enough for him to curl his tongue around–to which he took particular delight in doing so, over and over again. Only when he felt Eve’s feet on his shoulders, did he continue, by beginning to bob his head.

So beautiful, Eve. You are…so beautiful. And you know it. You revel in it, and I love you desperately for it. Can you feel it? Let me show you…

Eagerly, he shifted him forward–just a bit, and plunged his tongue into his most precious place.

So hot. Gods, he’s so hot inside, I–

Iolaus twitched, below, and wrapped a hand around himself. You’re too much for me…can you feel that?

Eve squealed in surprise, his grip on his hair tightening. Perfect.

He wasn’t very deep, here��but it only urged him to pleasure every last inch, curving his tongue playfully upward.

“Iolaaaus…c’mon, please…suck my cock again, I–” Eve whimpered, frustrated, pouting childishly. “Put your fingers in me, an’ suck it–please…” he slurred, red from wine and arousal.

“Aha…you talk so dirtily…you’re such a little tart!” Iolaus hummed, brushing his lips lower…lower…pressing a firm kiss to a very different spot. Shifting, he took Eve into his arms in one rather fell swoop, laying him down on the surprisingly plush mattress of his small–but comfortable bed. Ah, the little things.

“I could fill both your holes like this, you know?”

“N–now who’s talking dirty?” Eve quipped, wriggling his legs in Iolaus’ surprisingly strong grip. “More importantly: why don’t you? Come on, show me…what you can do?”

He didn’t just -talk- dirty, he -played- dirty. And he loved him all the more for it.

“Where do you want this?” Iolaus whispered, pressing the already-damp tip of his member teasingly to Eve’s ass. Eve shook his head rapidly, leaving one solid scrape on the headboard. Oops. Maybe that wasn’t a great surface to lean him up against, either. Oh, well. He hardly cared, at this point. Hell–he could hardly think at this point.

“No. Here…I saved it for you, don’t you know? Dorian’s too damn big, and Shesha is…scary.”

Iolaus bit back a laugh, but couldn’t help nod in agreement. “We know how to pick them, is all.”

“Say that to my poor V after a night with those two,” Eve sighed, impatiently easing Iolaus into him. The Imperial laughed so hard at that one, that he nearly jerked forward too fast–catching himself on the headboard instead. With both of them laughing now, his heart soared. “No, really–REALLY, I’m tempted to sit on a block of ice!” yelled Eve, throwing his arms up around Iolaus’ neck again.

Iolaus nearly snorted in laughter, burrowing his head into his precious lover’s shoulder. “Nooo, oh my goodness,” he breathed airily, sides aching as he eased into Eve. So warm…so tight. And again, he took care, shivering as he tucked the man’s leg around his waist. “Please tell me if it hurts, okay?” he urged, softly, pressing their foreheads together.

When Eve gripped his backside and pulled, his answer was more than clear.

“O–oh…”

“Ten million gold pussy.”

Iolaus sputtered, while Eve smiled proudly below.

“Wait, wait, wait. No. Twenty-four karat pussy. Yeah, that has a better ring to it, right? Ri–oh!” Eve squeaked, as the dancer’s body shifted above. Iolaus shook with laughter even as he pushed, and as he felt soft hands cupping his face. Nuzzling into them, he laid his both hands gently on him.

It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited Eve–not himself–Eve always came first. Literally, and figuratively, he thought with glee.

He knew he’d found it when his antlers began to bang on the headboard noisily, scraping, denting the wood with little effort at all. And he definitely knew it when he started to moan wantonly, loudly enough to most certainly be heard outside the very, very thin door to his room.

Finally, he joined him, and he swore that Eve squeezed tighter around him. Bracing, frantically, he whimpered.

“Th–there!” Eve wailed, digging his nails quite firmly into his shoulders. Smirking, Iolaus snuck his fingers between them–and rubbed.

“You’re sure it’s not here?” he breathed, trembling harder at a reaction that could’ve ended any man.

When Eve’s mouth opened like that, when his toes curled so perfectly against his skin, it was more than just hard to hold back. Pressing their lips together, he was met with a kiss so frantic, that he believed he thought it would be the one to end them all. Something cracked behind them. Ah. That’d be the headboard.

If there was such a thing as an internal grin, he was definitely managing it.

“E–Eve, I…I can’t…” he realized he was stuttering now. His hips and legs ached from the sheer mercilessness of his pace, head dropping low to press wet open-mouthed kisses against his lover’s nipples.

“Inside. Inside, inside, inside,” Eve pleaded, and it barely had to be a command as Iolaus came without much warning. Both arms had to switch to holding him as he came clear off the damned bed, antler tips rather firmly stuck in the headboard now.

His entire body shook for a good moment as he filled him, head laying on the slender chest that had so thoughtfully pressed to his cheek.

And, then, quietly:

“…can you…just…”

Iolaus blinked.

“…oh. Oh, those are…stuck in there. Wow.”

Eve just laughed, again.

My sweet. I love you. I love you so much, really, I do. And one day, I’ll tell you how much, I promise.

Humming, helping his head tilt just enough to free those decorated antlers from his headboard, Iolaus smiled, collapsing onto the bed with his precious prize in tow. Rubbing the base of them, just in case, he sighed.

The man’s delighted murmuring was a fine answer, indeed, especially through his giggles.

“Are you two done yet?” came a voice from outside the room. “Good gods above and below, I could hear you all the way out there.”

Ah. Shesha.

Iolaus snickered.

“Really? We’ll have to try for all the way outside next time.”

Dorian’s raucous laughter that followed made him shiver, especially when Eve’s chimed in. Even Shesha’s low, rumbling chuckles…

Oh…I love…you all.

Iolaus pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Shall we…let them in?”

“Too late!” Dorian called, unceremoniously pressing puppy kisses to Eve’s face, which Eve sputtered against.

Shesha’s large hands were on his hips not a moment after, lips at the back of his neck.

I am…blessed.

All of those years lead to this.

And he would do it all over, for this opportunity. For these smiles, these laughs.

“Boys, are you…going to help me?” the Imperial hummed, suddenly. Glancing at each of them, then to Eve, he smirked.

“The headboard doesn’t have enough scratches, yet.”