Featherbrain II
Seto frowned as he found some feathers scattered across the floor, then walked over to the door leading to the balcony attached to his room. Peering out at the blond perched on the railing, he took a moment to admire the way his hair and skin glowed in the setting sun; he always looked the most beautiful when he was alone and relaxed, in the light of the sun. He smiled a little when the griffin hybrid tilted his head back, his long hair brushing his skin lightly. He'd been growing it out, and they'd both been surprised to find his feathers extended down his mane, still sensitive, but also more beautiful.
His smile faded when he remembered how distant the blond had been lately. Joey had only spoken to him when first addressed, and he never talked for long, which was different for the usually babbling blond. It worried him, but he had to admit that he'd been expecting it.
Joey would get tired of him after a while, having only a demigod to talk to. He'd long for contact from other people, despite how he'd been treated in the past and how those people would probably continue to treat him—like trash. He'd expected this time to come, and now he just had to face it, no matter how much he had come to… care… about the half-breed.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Seto stepped out onto the balcony and slid his arms around the blond's waist, nuzzling into his thick mane of hair. "You're beautiful in the sunlight."
"Hmm…" Joey leaned his head back on the brunet's shoulder.
The demigod frowned. He usually would have gotten more in response. …So Joey
was distancing himself from him. Sighing, he gave the blond's thin waist (stouter now that he was fed regularly, but still a little too thin for the brunet's taste) a little squeeze, then brushed his long hair out of the way, beginning to kiss and nibble his neck.
Joey moaned quietly and tilted his head to offer more of his throat, eyes fluttering shut as he felt one of the brunet's large hands sliding around his body to dip past the silk loincloth he'd taken to wearing. "Ooh… Mmn…" He gasped quietly as he slid backward, braced between the brunet's hard body and the stiff wood of the railing. "Ngh! S-Seto!"
Seto kissed and licked his throat until he left a dark purple hickey, then lifted his hand to give one of the blond's wings a little tickle. "Good?"
"Hu-!" The half-griffin squirmed, panting a little as he was pulled a little off the railing, then bent over it, thighs twitching a little as he felt the brunet's hands grasping his hips tightly. "Set-!"
The demigod kissed his throat again lightly. "Shhhh…"
Joey bleated weakly as the brunet thrust into him and dug his sharp nails into the wooden rail. "Nn! Ah! Hu! Seto!"
"Joey…" Seto nuzzled his neck again and dragged him from the railing, instead pressing him up against it. "Yes…!"
"Uh! Ha! Ooh!" The blond wailed as he jerked his hips back frantically, wings flapping as he was bent further over the balcony's rail and roughly pounded into it. "Seto! Seto, please—why—
ha!" He keened as the demigod tore the silk loincloth off his body and dragged the smooth fabric over one of his wings. "Ah! Seto!" His wings shuddered at the glide of the thin, smooth fabric rubbed over his sensitive feathers. "Uhn! Please! Ya know I'm sensitive there—
ha!"
The brunet reached around to hold him tightly and moved him swiftly from the balcony and onto the bed, leaning him down gently before he continued his tender assault. "You forget that you're sensitive
everywhere, Joey."
Joey whimpered as his legs were slid over the demigod's shoulders and lifted a hand to bite his finger anxiously. "Uhn! Hu-! Hah! S-Seto! I'm gonna—" He bleated in surprise as the brunet's hand slid down to grasp his shaft tightly, forcing his climax back. "Ah! No! Seto, lemme come—please lemme come—" He whined quietly. "Ya know I can't handle it like you—griffins don't have this sort of control-!"
Seto growled and did not explain that that was exactly the point. He
wanted to draw this round of sex out; he
wanted it to be so memorable that the blond could recall it years from now. He… wanted Joey to remember him, because he was going to let him go.
"Ah! Ah! Hurts-!" The hybrid wailed and clenched the blankets tightly, tossing his head as he the brunet humped him roughly into the mattress. "Seto! Lemme come! It hurts!"
"You can last a few more minutes," the older man grunted, then leaned down to crush his mouth.
Joey moaned and kissed back fervently, lifting his hands to drag his claws down the brunet's back. "Ahm! Hn! Mmoh!" He jerked his head back as the demigod finally released his erection and screamed as he was allowed to reach his climax. "
Seto! Seto! Oh,
Seto…!"
Seto pointedly ignored the thought that he'd miss the blond screaming for him and instead pounded into him a few more times, growling dominantly as he came as well and giving the younger boy a sharp bite on his shoulder that would bruise a dark purple. "
Mine."
"Huh-! Oh…!" The blond's fingers trembled as let his arms fall to the bed, still shaking a little as he basked in the afterglow of his release. "Hmm…!"
Seto smiled and brushed a kiss over his forehead. "You have to admit that drawn-out sex feels good too."
"'specially drawn-out sex with a demigod… Damn…" The half-griffin offered him a dopy smile. "A handsome demigod, t' boot."
At that, the brunet's smile faded. "Yes, well… About that…"
Joey became attentive immediately. "What?"
"…I just… want you to know that you're free to leave whenever you want." Seto grimaced as little as he tried to think of a way to articulate his thoughts. "I'll support your decision either way, of course, but… it's your choice. And I'll welcome you back whenever you want to see me."
"…Oh." The blond sat up and hugged his knees to his chest thoughtfully, frowning. After a few moments, though, he turned his sad gaze on the demigod and bit his bottom lip. "…If… If I outstayed my welcome, ya could've just told me. I didn't mean t' impose on ya or anything—"
The brunet waved his insecurity away quickly. "No, you weren't imposing. I like having you here with me."
"…Then why do ya want me t' leave?"
Seto grimaced again, but this time because of guilt. He'd forgotten that the blond had been given a choice to leave when he'd been kicked out of his village; either he left of his own volition, or they'd kill him. Offering him an option to leave now, no matter how innocent or kind, had not made him feel comfortable or any such thing, even though he'd meant to be understanding.
Sighing quietly, he reached out to gently grasp one of the blond's hands. "I don't want you to leave, Joey."
"…Then why didja say all that stuff?" the half-griffin asked quietly. "I thought ya were tired of me."
Seto sighed again and pulled the blond's body close to his as he turned onto his side. "…Well,
I thought you were getting tired of
me." When the younger boy hummed quietly in confusion, he held him tighter. "You've been so distant lately, so quiet, that I wondered if maybe you were getting lonely with just me to talk to, especially when I'm gone half the time protecting the forest. So… I just figured… if you wanted to leave, I'd let you."
Joey frowned in confusion. He hadn't
felt he was being distant or abnormally quiet lately. What would have made the brunet think such a thing…?
Eyes trailing over to the silk loincloth that had been torn off his body, he couldn't help a pleased blush. Seto had gushed over his skin the first few weeks (well, he gushed as much as a demigod was able—which still felt really good for his wounded self-confidence), and in thanks for being so appreciative of his skin, he'd taken to wearing the loincloth to show it off more often. When Seto first saw him wearing it, he made his appreciation known. Immediately. Several times.
Then, he'd ordered him to wear nothing but silk—browns, yellows, and golds to compliment his natural leonine colors. He had to admit that sometimes, when other animals came to visit, the loincloth was embarrassing, but he'd found that the animals could care less what he wore. He'd even been complimented by a peacock for his warm coloring—which, Seto had proudly told him later, was a huge feat, considering that when peacocks weren't trying to apprehend a mate with their plumage, were too full of themselves to usually notice someone that was not immediately related to them.
He was more content with himself now as a half-breed, more adjusted to the idea of being unique. He only hoped that one day, he'd see his sister again, and show her just how confident and strong he was now.
Eyes landing on one of the feathers on the floor, however, Joey frowned, then sat up and turned toward the brunet. "You said I was distant and quiet?"
Seto frowned as well. "…Yes…?"
"…I'm
molting, you
moron!" the blond roared, glaring at him.
The demigod blinked in surprise. "Molting?"
"
Yes, molting! Feathered creatures do it! And since I have feathers,
I molt!" Joey scowled. "I just happen t' molt all at once because of my human side! It happens every few years, and I get tired and grumpy and I don't like t' move or talk a lot and—"
Seto reached up to gently cup his chin and place a kiss on his lips. "Calm down."
The blond whined as he was immediately calmed. "Why won't ya ever let me stay mad at ya? I can't stay mad when you're bein' sweet like that."
"I'm sorry. I got us both stressed out over something that isn't even important." The demigod sighed. "I'm sorry I made you think I wanted you to leave. …I'm… glad you're staying."
Joey blushed and smiled shyly. He knew it would embarrass the brunet if he said he was happy that he wanted him to stay and that he would miss him if he left, so he just leaned in and kissed his forehead, then snuggled up against his warm body. "Thank you, Seto. Ya always know just what t' say."
Seto smiled a little and reached up to run his fingers through the blond's hair, giving the feathers he came across delicately little tugs that had the half-breed letting out kittenish mews of pleasure. "…I like coming home to you, you know. I like having someone to come back to."
The blond mewed helplessly as the demigod's other hand slid up to ruffle the feathers on his wings. "Set-!"
"…I… probably wouldn't know what to do with myself if I came home and you weren't here."
Joey melted against him, relaxed by the words being whispered in his ear and the gentle touches on his feathers. "You'd manage somehow."
"I don't think I
want to manage." Seto kissed him softly. "I think I want you to stay with me forever."
The blond paused, brows furrowing together for a moment, before he decided not to draw too much attention to that statement, in case the demigod ever changed his mind. "…I'll stay with you as long as you want, Seto."
The older man frowned when he got no response to his comment, but he wasn't overly concerned. Joey had been hurt in the past, and he didn't want to push him into anything he didn't want—especially when the blond had shown no signs of wanting to leave. He was perfectly willing to wait for a deeper commitment.
