The fingers trekking up his chest, brushing past those same spots Wyn had discovered earlier, awoke a type of excitement deep within the God. One he hasn't actively felt before, and he couldn't quite decide if he liked it or not.
Well, his pulse was moving quick. His heart thrummed with the breezy excitement Wyn's careless, natural decisions. As Seon sat there and felt his own pulse pushed back into his jugular, able to feel its path up into his head and through the rest of his veins– is when he realized Wyn was absolutely doing this on purpose. Did he expect to get such a rise out of a God like Seon? Who kept themself restrained and quiet in the face of lust? If the answer was anything but yes, Seon would take a personal issue with it.
Their heart thrummed carelessly. Quickening his pulse and quiet breathing pattern, telling him to run or take the other (unattainable) answer. Wyn's stupid smirk was asking for a lot. That feigned ignorance to the jelly mess of a God deserved nothing but the same revenge Wyn tried getting from Seon. Revenge sounded good, but this was better somehow. The wriggling embarrassment, the apathetic touches to his excited body… why did they like it so much? Seon struggled to wrap their mind around it, almost forgetting to answer the same question that got him more excited than necessary.
"Mm– no, nothing," Seon lied flatly through his crooked teeth, struggling to look Wyn in the eyes, and instead looking at the point where his clavicles met his shoulders.
The heart of a lying man runs, and Seon's was sprinting. Wyn definitely was doing this on purpose. Even he, a clueless idiot in the face of intimacy, could tell he had an effect on Seon, who absolutely had something on his mind. Still, he hummed as if in thought, pretending to be plagued by confusion as his hands roamed once more. Down Seon's throat, his chest, his stomach. Fingers hooked around fabric bunched around bony hips, though his eyes stayed on Seon's face.
"Huh. Could've sworn you wanted something from me. You seemed a bit… needy?" Did he choose and emphasize that word specifically for very clear reasons? Oh, of course. Now Wyn wanted to know. He wanted a glimpse into his love's mind to understand what kind of reaction he could provoke with such a simple act of confidence. He wanted to know if it was something he could give, and if not, if he had an alternative he could provide. But more than that, he liked watching Seon steadily come undone. Blatantly lying to Wyn right now… how far would he go to protect his desires and image? Wyn's fingers slid back up, sneaking beneath the fabric to ghost just over the hemline of Seon's pants. No further up, but no further down. "Or, of course," he continued, all casual as if none of this was out of the ordinary, "I could be imagining things. You know how it is, I'm sure. Imagining things, that is. Make you see things, and make you want them when they're not actually there."
"Needy?" Seon repeated softly, eyes flickering down to the hands moving again, back to Wyn's gleaming eyes, and away from that burning smugness he found there. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to meet those eyes ever again. In fact, it would be nice if he could bury himself a nice hole and never emerge again. Who needed the new God anyway?
"Yes, I'm well aware of such things." Seon's eyes fell down to where Wyn's hands were hovering just above his pant line, which had been prior tucked neatly under a clean cut shirt. Like his clothes, Seon felt wrinkled and ragged under such a simple situation, that to anyone else wouldn't have been nearly as strained.
"I want you to know that you are aware of what you are doing," Seon breathed through shaking lips, looking back up tenatively in the direction of Wyn's face, breathing audible at this point. "I don't know how to ask. I will not allow myself to ask. There are so many things I want from you, and you know very well what they are. I'd feel stupid asking you this early." A fresh wave of heat overtook his emotions, causing him to break down. Perhaps for a desire for the moment to keep moving, or for Wyn to move away and allow Seon to catch his breath. "It is in situations like this one where I am truly afraid of making you uncomfortable. I know it's too early to be this needy, but…" Seon gritted his teeth together, truly regretting adding the ornamental "but". That suggested that Wyn was truly getting to Seon, wriggling deep into his brain, activating parts of him that they thought would lie dormant while under intense periods of stress. It was purely instinct. All of it. The breakdown, the omitted theme, the stupid shiver of his legs.
There it was. Slowly, Seon was opening up about it—but still so attentive to Wyn's comfort. It was adorable, in a way, and Wyn allowed a gentle smile to break the mask of innocence he kept up. He truly hadn't meant to get Seon this worked up, only to ask for the kiss he had thought he wanted, so he knew full well this was his fault and his mess to take care of. And in the case of this particular mess… Wyn allowed the gravity of what this meant to wash over him, settling into his skin and sealing in the confidence that started this whole thing. He'd be ready for this, at least.
Dipping his head down to trail careful kisses up the line of Seon's jaw, Wyn whispered, "What do you mean by 'but', love?" Soft and caring, to give the God the slightest reprieve from him. His hands stopped moving but didn't leave their spot nestled comfortably at Seon's hips, thumbs pressed into hipbones. More trailing kisses up their cheek, ending with one slow one to their lips, with just a hint of an accidental nick of a tooth. "I'm not uncomfortable, I promise."
Seon flushed at the smile, somehow more insulting than the innocence Wyn was letting on. He would have much rather been under the impression that Wyn maybe didn't understand Seon's… struggles, yet something about the question Wyn asked was simply enough to make his toes curl and a myriad of emotions and feelings slap him in the face.
Scant breaths, now uncontrollably pushed in between their faces. The sharp touch of a tooth, and the soft feeling of the kiss Seon had yearned for and started this whole thing.
"But I… ah…" He paused, clearly more embarrassed than he had ever been in his whole life admitting such a thing, "I want to feel – feel good. With you. And while you don't have to, you managed to get that rise out of me. I haven't had much time to myself, so it's quite embarrassing for me for it to come out… Now. It's really such a humbling experience in front of someone I really like. You need not do anything, I just… ah…"
Wyn watched Seon fumble his way through admitting he was aroused and insisting Wyn didn't have to do anything. Somehow, the entre thing came off as adorable to the Fae, with Seon blushing like mad and struggling with words.
He shut up the God with a smiling kiss, sinking back down into their lap while inching backwards, hands drawing away. "Hush. I started it, so I'm going to finish it."
~•~ obligatory fade to black ~•~
