#also i may have a specific angle i like but it was unintentional i sweat

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hehehehahahaha

sasaki's arms are still a work in progress.. same with the background i havent fully figured this out yet...

also might change sasaki's expression i cant decide uuuugh

[crystalsexarch]

Preaching to the Choir - E

“You’ve got me in a compromising position...and I don’t want anyone thinkin’ you’ve clouded my judgment...”

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Ambiguous male WoL and G'raha Tia, who decides that the middle of a blowjob is a good time to voice his complaints about having his adventuring restricted.

Also on AO3.

Part of the 2021 FFXIV Writing Challenge

"It's disrespectful."

G'raha is on his knees, resting his head on the Warrior of Light’s bare thigh. It's a lazy day at the Find. Everyone is playing the waiting game, while Eorzea's finest engineers tinker at the Tower’s latest mystery. The warrior’s humble tent is a good enough place for G’raha to air his grievances with the expedition so far. "I'm more than a page-flipping scholar, after all," he says.

"I'm well aware," says the warrior. A shimmer of sweat coats his forehead. The weather is unseasonably hot, and he's been under unintentional duress for about five minutes now, besides. What started as a casual conversation led to oral sex—then apparently circled back around. He's gripping the covers of his cot in muted anticipation, while G'raha works through his feelings.

"It's just—my frustration is immeasurable." The red-cheeked Seeker wraps his lips around the warrior's head and taps it absently with his tongue, as though he’s just curious about the taste. Though he has his fingers curled around the base, he isn't stroking. "I simply think—I've proven myself as a capable adventurer. And now they pull my reins..."

"Y-yeah." The warrior wouldn't mind pulling G'raha a little bit, specifically to have him lower his mouth all the way again and suck more diligently. But the warrior has waited longer for less important things. It's rude to interrupt.

“Do you think...perhaps your input might sway them?” G’raha raises his head with a furrowed brow. By the optimistic sparkle in his mismatched eye, it’s clear the idea just occurred to him. “If you spoke to Rammbroes, perhaps—”

“I think, er—” The warrior is quick to interrupt with words and a steady hand to G’raha’s shoulder. “You’ve got me in a compromising position...and I don’t want anyone thinkin’ you’ve clouded my judgment...”

“Oh. Oh!” G’raha pats his palms together and looks the throbbing problem in the eye. It isn't getting any less hard, that's for sure. "Forgive my impropriety.”

“You don’t have to. We can—”

“I finish what I start!” His russet tail mimics the determined point of his finger. “Besides, I want to very much. It was unprofessional of me to get so distracted. So…” A close-mouthed laugh. He paints the tip of the warrior's cock with spit before smiling and taking in the bulk of the shaft.

The sudden pressure catches the warrior of guard. He sputters out a few syllables, none of them meant to form any particular word. G’raha, now happily flattening his tongue against the warrior’s cock, offers a comforting hand. The warrior takes it, presses it to his thigh.

It's almost romantic, isn't it? Somehow.

It also feels pretty damn good. For all his academic know-how, G'raha appears to have studied more than books and tomes and relics in the halls of Sharlayan. This man is comfortable on his knees. He looks pretty from that angle, too, like something that ought to be immortalized in marble. The warrior stares at his long, fluttering eyelashes for a bit too long—and G'raha looks up to catch him looking.

As if there's something embarrassing about ogling the man with his head between your legs, the warrior gasps and turns his head away. “Um...would you mind if I…?” His hands blindly dance back and forth above G’raha’s ears. “Touch you?”

“Mmm.” The Seeker keeps working. His thumb and index meet around the root of the warrior's cock, rubbing where his lips can't quite reach. An affirmation.

One thumb at a time, the warrior presses his fingers upon G’raha’s shoulders. A gentle, reverent touch, though his stomach tells him to be much rougher. Perhaps he'll give in soon. First, he acquaints himself with collarbone, before bringing his thumbs together at the bump on G’raha’s neck. A feather-touch comes next to the dark tattoos on either side. The warrior still doesn't understand them. He half-expected them to glow upon contact. When G'raha swallows, the warrior feels it in two places. "That's...that's nice…" he says.

"Hmm?" G'raha drags his lips off and twists the ring of his fingers over the whole of the warrior's erection, now well and slick. "Much better when I focus, aren't I?"

"You're very good." Good enough to make the warrior's heart pound, though it may not be the sex alone. "Can I fuck you?"

"Of course!" G'raha smiles and prepares to stand.

But the warrior stands first. As soon as he gets his answer, he shoves his cock back inside and puts both of his hands on G'raha's head. Deep, deeper the warrior pushes, until it makes his teeth hurt to think of waiting any longer. A throaty groan from G'raha, and the die is cast. He holds the Seeker in place and pistons in and out from the hip until he can't hold his breath nor his climax a moment longer.

"A-ah!"

The warrior bends his knees and pulls at G'raha now, acting on some biological instinct to make sure no drop goes wasted. The next thrusts are ugly and uneven, primitive and unrefined. The Seeker has to swallow twice to accept all he's given—which is to say the warrior had quite a bit to give. the aftermath is heavy and hot. Since when did it get so warm in Mor Dhona? When the warrior deflates back onto his cot, he accidentally takes a grunting G'raha with him.

"Oh! Sorry!" The warrior raises his hands higher than necessary to release his partner.

G'raha laughs and wipes his mouth. "No need to apologize." His tail waves happily at his back. "I'm simply thankful you respect my ability."