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Edmond was proud to wear his uniform.
People would say he cut a dashing figure in it and to a degree, he would agree. As Vice Captain of the knights of Klein, he was supposed to look the part.
And Edmond was inclined to think that he did.
Of course, his looks weren't as important as his skills. He'd never forgo his training regimen for superficial reasons, but still, as the saying went, the clothes made the man and Edmond, for one, was the most at ease when he could wear his pristine, white uniform for the people to see and think of him as the knight he was.
However, no matter how much pride he felt in his heart for it, his Vice Captain's uniform had one huge drawback...
“Thank you for the update. You're dismissed.”
The young – younger than himself- knight in front of him nodded before turning and leaving at a brisk pace, presumably to get back to patrolling the streets. For only a second, more tension that he could even remember putting on his muscles left Edmond's body, just for a jab in his lower abdomen to let him reassume flexing every single little muscle fiber to just be able to hold back the urge that had tortured him for the past two hours. Grasping just a bit of the smooth white fabric covering his thighs, Edmond counted to ten in his head until the pain and the tingly feeling had mostly stopped.
Yes, he cared a great deal about what his uniform represented, but with its elaborate, elegant design came issues. Simply pulling the garments down to excuse himself for a minute was no option, what with how complicated it was, and unbuttoning the fly like one would with a pair of pants was impossible too.
Usually, it wasn't an issue, Edmond of course knew the limits of his body. Especially on a hot summer day like this one.
But he had misjudged himself this time, and he was paying the price.
A lesser man would steal away into a dark alley and simply relieve himself there. It wasn't exactly legal, sure, and if caught by a knight, a fine had to be paid. That, obviously, didn't mean it didn't happen. The looming threat of maybe having to pay up for doing your business where you shouldn't didn't deter rebellious teenagers, drunks too impatient to wait until the tavern's restroom was free; or just the average citizen too lazy to find a public bathroom. That was just a normal fact that he and the other knights had to live with and Edmond, truth be told, wasn't going to make it his mission to seek out these people to punish in particular.
As a matter of fact, though, Edmond was not one of these lesser men. It simply would not behoove him to do vulgar things like that. He wasn't a dog marking its territory, but a grown man who ought to be in control of his bladder.
And yet, it was the other way around. His bladder seemed to have him in an iron vice, overtaking his thoughts, not letting them drift off or focus on his work.
Edmond couldn't remember the last time he let himself be so influenced by his bodily functions. It had him chomping at the bit for the opportunity to finally retreat into the privacy of his own, well, private bathroom the moment he was free to do so.
A public toilet wasn't an option. He was a busy man and the fifteen minutes spent locating one, getting undressed, doing his business and then making himself presentable just were too much wasted time.
Edmond had to finish patrolling the grounds, deliver the Captain's orders to the two platoons that were set to leave in the morning, maybe have a quick lunch, and then set out to Aster's mansion to show up to an invitation for a conversation regarding his knights he had sent out two days prior.
Even without the problem of being busy, he really just prefered using the bathroom in his quarters. With his bladder so full that every step drove another jolt of pain through his crotch he really was reconsidering that preference, though.
The tasks he had to do came first, in any case, and with a particularly painful throb making him flinch, he put a hand on the hilt of his sword and powered through the unpleasant sensation.
He had a job to do.
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The sun was burning down mercilessly and Edmond wished for something to drink, but the sheer thought of anything liquid was making him more desperate.
He could have taken a short little break at the western barracks when relaying the Captain's orders but the whole thing had taken longer than he would have liked. Not to mention the lack of privacy...
And in any case, Edmond could deal with this!
It had become a mantra of sorts almost, with how often he was repeating it on the inside. The urge plaguing him had only gotten worse in the past two hours and he still wasn't done with all his errands.
Such was the life of a Vice Captain.
He had skipped lunch for now, rather getting his work done earlier. It wasn't something he usually did but he'd save on some time so he could get to his quarters sooner. It was bad work ethic, definitely not something a man like him should do and he was very aware of that.
But he was also very, very desperate to get to relieve himself.
Sometimes one had to make compromises.
It was getting harder and harder to deal with the throbbing pain, though, and Edmond was gritting his teeth as he dug his fingers into the velvety seats of the coach, rubbing his thighs together to try and relieve some of the discomfort, to no avail.
Aster's own, private coachmen were exceptionally skilled and the horses walked in such a steady way that one could drink a glass of water on their backs and not spill a drop. Yet, every pebble the coach went over drove another wave of desperation through Edmond's body, the vibrations going right into his very core, making him feel hot and cold and miserable.
He was that glass of water, he wasn't going to spill.
The coach ride felt like hours. It was, realistically, only about thirty minutes, faster then he could've made it by foot if he had started from where the coachmen had picked him up; but the way it had wrecked his body felt as though he'd been put through the wringer.
Edmond could barely walk. He wondered how well he was hiding his unsteady-feeling steps by still standing tall and keeping a straight back and proud face, even though he was feeling very much like a newborn fawn as he made his way through the gardens and to the mansion. The coachman and three young servants had passed him, each carrying a wooden crate of produce or meat. He was left behind, allowing him to keep at least some of his dignity as he took his quick paced yet awkwardly stilted steps toward his destination.
What should have taken five minutes took about eight, and counting seconds did nothing to distract him. If his discomfort was visible, the blank-faced mail welcoming him wasn't pointing it out. A small curtsy was all before she made him follow her into Aster's study.
The moment his feet touched the carpet lining the hallway, his bladder felt like it was going to burst. Like an extinguished fuse that got lit up by a spark again, Edmond was at his limit.
But Aster was waiting for him, he couldn't just make him wait. And so, he went on.
"Master Aster? Master Edmond has arrived."
Each of the maid's three short knocks as she spoke made his abdomen tighten more. At this point, his abs were sore from keeping them flexed the entire time and he could feel his blood run cold when the door was opened for him and his eyes fell on the set of chairs inside.
Edmond was truly and honestly scared of sitting down. Or rather, of getting up again.
Getting out the coach had him so tense that he hadn't been able to breathe.
If he were to sit down now, then standing up could lead to the metaphorical dam finally breaking. He'd rather die.
"Glad you could make it!", Aster said, waving at him from where he sat in his own chair. He looked to be in a rather good mood. On the low table between Aster's and his seat-to-be were a few papers and a three-tiered cake stand with beautiful, delicate looking desserts on each layer.
The sugary scent was reaching him but he couldn't appreciate or even look forward to nibbling at the treats. His mind was preoccupied with the most basal need of just keeping himself together.
The maid hadn't noticed or acknowledged his predicament but Aster had to know. As Edmond finally, after a few seconds of hesitation, approached him and gingerly sat down on the empty chair, the red velvet upholstering giving in slightly under his weight. He automatically pressed his thighs together, an uncomfortable numbness replacing the relentless pain for just a second.
"You wanted to talk about my knights with me?"
His voice sounded foreign to him. As if someone else had spoken from inside himself.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he could have this talk right now. He couldn't think straight at all, couldn't focus. All he wanted was to be in his quarters so he finally could relieve himself.
Aster gracefully ignored the way his thighs rubbed against each other, just as much as he ignored his overall tenseness and instead gave a small cake the color of his hair a delicate little nibble.
"Mh, right! I've been in correspondence with some merchants from the Fire Territory. Mostly regarding a type of silk made from silkworms that only live waaaay up north in the territory," he said, biting off another miniscule bite of his dessert. Edmond could smell the faint scent of cherries.
"It's called sunset silk, maybe you've heard of it. And it's super neat! It's way stronger and more durable than regular silk, smoother too. And if you keep the threads untreated, they even change their color depending on the temperature!"
It was hard to truly see what a genius Aster was when it came to making money. Small and sweet-looking, and yet pound for pound a businessman.
One could appreciate that level of savviness in those matters but Edmond wished he'd come to the point already, despite only being in the room with him for less than two minutes.
"See, I really want to get my hands on some of the stuff, to test the waters before I end up importing more of it," Aster continued between bites of his cake.
"But with the Dead Zone separating us from the Fire Territory, the merchants don't want to deliver their stock. I could get some through resellers in the southern Fire Territory, but, you know, that'd make it way more expensive for me. I want to gauge out interest in the stuff first.”
Made sense to him. At least from the snippets his brain allowed him to process. Just a few months ago, he would've declined that request. Aster had his own guards, sure, but the few time his men had worked with Aster had never been to his disadvantage so far. Building the people's trust in the knights was something he wanted to work on, too.
And he probably could spare a squad or two to make it through the Dead Zone, meet up with the merchants and make it back more or less unharmed. It was what they were trained for.
“I-”
Another jolt of pan made him flinch and it took him all he had to not make any noise.
“I'll have to talk it over with the Captain first. For now, I'd tentatively say yes. How time sensitive are these matters?”
The petite, pink dessert was gone, the only remaining traces being licked off by Aster's small tongue. Then he wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, before reaching out and grabbing the papers. He stacked them, tapped their edges on the table to align them right, handed them over to Edmond.
As he took them from Aster, he felt like he was going to split at the seems.
“I'd appreciate it if I had his approval by the end of the week. The merchants are setting out to the southern Fire Territory by then. We – by that I mean your knights and some of my men – are to meet them on their route. You can take those documents to the Captain, if you'd like. Some of my correspondence is in there, and some stuff about the sunset silk,” Aster said, looking satisfied with how the talk had went. Not that much had happened. He just had to know that Edmond was doing so well at the moment.
But... he made no let Edmond bid his farewell. Instead, he grabbed another small cake, gesturing at the dessert trays with the same hand.
“I had some sweet prepared for us. If I'm honest, I expected you to say no, so I wanted to put you in a good mood. Well! We can still eat them together.”
The giggle coming from him didn't quite reach Edmond's ears. The talk was done. He could finally get home. If he even made it that far.
If he even could get out of the chair without bursting.
Another set of three knocks on the door made him flinch and almost panic as his body lost its tension for another moment. His crotch stayed dry, but he almost teared up.
Not daring to turn his head, he heard a few quick steps muffled by the carpet.
“I'm sorry for the delay, Master Aster. I prepared tea.”
The same maid that had welcomed him was back with a serving tray and on it Edmond saw an ornate set of cups, along with a teapot with the same design as she set it down. He could feel his pupils constrict as she served the fragrant, orange-tinted tea. His thighs hurt from how hard he was pressing them together.
“Thanks, Junie,” Aster said. The maid bowed her head and left, not to overstay her welcome.
Edmond couldn't stand it anymore. As much as he hated to do this, as much as it went against his personal comfort, he had to end this. Staring into his tea cup, his head was completely empty, only able to think about how much pain and discomfort he was in.
“I had them prepare a couple different desserts, so dig-”
“I need to excuse myself for a moment.”
The way he cut him off and stood up seemed to startle Aster, but not enough to drop his cake. He himself was startled too. How had he not lost control of his bladder when getting up? Of course, he was nothing but thankful for that fact but it still made him hesitate to actually walk. This could just be the calm before the storm.
“Ah, sure. Don't take too much time, or I'm gonna eat all these desserts myself!”
There was a smile on Aster's face, one he couldn't place. Maybe it was genuine. Maybe it was mocking because Aster was finding his despair amusing. Edmond couldn't bring himself to care. With a nod, he left the room a bit faster than he has wanted, hoping with all his heart that the nearest bathroom was unoccupied.
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It was funny.
Well, not directly funny, Edmond couldn't find any humor in it. He finally went against his dislike of using another person's bathroom (during the day, when the people were still up and awake, no less) and was so, so close and now his body was cranking up all the unpleasant feelings even more. It was as if he was walking on burning coals, every step made him want to cry. But he could do it. Just another corner and-
“Whoa! Sorry, I- Edmond?
He found himself chest to chest with a very familiar man. The last man he wanted to see right now.
Edmond tried to pull back, but an arm was wrapped around the small of his back, keeping him firmly in place. All he could do was look at Eiden, all the blood in his body draining from his face.
“It's been a while. Didn't know you were visiting today!”, he said, clearly happy about the entire situation, unlike Edmond who was unable to even talk. He wanted to push him away, but his arms felt numb.
No. No, no, no, no.
This couldn't be happening.
“L-Let go of me,” Edmond managed to get out, but Eiden didn't budge. His arm was still snug against his back, and their bodies were pressed together. Especially their torsos. Especially their lower abdomens.
“Eiden- Let go-!”
The pressure was hell. Mortified, Edmond felt himself leak just a few drops and the force with which his body tried to cut him off that moment was enough to make him clutch the front of Eiden's jacket in desperate hopes to not cry out in pain. It was too late. He was too far gone.
“Edmond, what-”
His grip loosened, and so did the tension in Edmond's body.
His mind went completely blank. All he could see was white, as his knees buckled and the floodgates finally opened.
Warmth spread through the crotch of his uniform, the smooth fabric holding the liquid in as it ran down his inner thighs and down to his ankles. Only after a few seconds a darker stain started to form as the sheer volume of urine was too much, seeping through the pristine white. All the while Edmond held on to Eiden, hiding his face in his shoulder as tears ran down his cheeks and were soaked up by Eiden's jacket.
It just wouldn't stop. Edmond was shaking all over, staggering on his feet as his bladder completely emptied itself. His crotch and legs felt warm and wet. Disgusting. By now, it had to be dripping on the carpet, even if most of it was soaking his uniform or pooling in his boots.
After what felt like hours, it was over. Shivers went up and down Edmond's spine and his soft, choked sobs echoed in the hallway.
The pain was gone, replaced by relief and burning shame.
Edmond, a grown man, Vice Captain of the knights, had just wet himself not just in front of someone else, in another person's house, but also in the presence of the man he was sleeping with. His mind was swimming with embarrassment. He wanted to die. His fingers, entangled with Eiden's jacket, wouldn't let go. And the hand on his back was back too, stroking him there ever so gently.
“That's a weird way to say hello,” he joked lamely, his voice sounding a bit strange. He had to be disgusted. Disgusted and full of malicious glee over a man like Edmond wetting himself like a child. Their bodies weren't pressed together like before and he finally pulled away. His hand, though, stayed where it was. Edmond didn't dare to look at him.
But he had to. Eiden's free hand found his jaw and lifted it so they were face to face. Eyes blurry with tears, he saw the man's expression. It didn't seem all that bad. There was no disgust he could see, not even a smirk that would show how funny he though this all was. If anything, Eiden looked genuinely concerned about him. It kind of made him feel even worse.
“Everything alright? Aside from-”
Eiden gestured a bit helplessly.
“-that, I mean? Are you sick?”
It was a generous assumption. That he had wet himself because of some ailment, not because he had lost control of his bladder because he had insisted on holding it in. Edmond sucked in a breath, his chest feeling shaky.
“Let me go...,” he said again, weakly, but again, Eiden didn't let go.
Ah, right. His essence was probably going haywire. A strange kind of exhaustion had set in, but above all, the embarrassment made him want to jump off the roof. Maybe the exhaustion was just a way for his body to keep him from doing that.
Eiden took hold of Edmond's wrist and finally smiled a bit. It was the kind of empathetic smile that just really drove in the shame, or at least that was how he interpreted it. His fingers felt comforting on his skin, though, and his brain was still struggling with working right, so for just a second, he chose to find comfort in the touch, small sobs still wrecking his body.
“Whatever. Happens to the best of us. But, uh, let's get out of here before one of the servants sees us,” Eiden said and that made Edmond's mind instantly clear up, even If just for a moment. Having him see him like this was one thing. Mortifyingly embarrassing, yes, but not as bad as if it had been a maid. If that had been the case, he'd really throw himself off the roof or spend the rest of his life in the Dead Zone.
Eiden started walking with a moderate level of urgency in his stride, leading him by the wrist. His legs, particularly his knees, felt like someone had taken the bones out of them, and the wetness against his skin made him shiver with each step.
Edmond was still silently crying.
-
“How about you take a bath? I can bring you some of my clothes to change into after.”
Somehow, Edmond still didn't feel much better in the relative privacy of the small bathroom he'd been heading to before everything went wrong. It kind of made him feel more in the spotlight, at Eiden's mercy. He barely realized that he was shaking his head.
“I can't. I don't know. I...”
He could barely stand, his legs felt like they were giving out. Why had this happened? Why hadn't he just went when he had had the opportunity, at the barracks, or after his patrol had ended? This could have been avoided. Guilt and shame and dozens of other negative feelings flooded his body. His face was still wet with tears, he was just unable to stop crying.
Eiden came too close again, embracing him, seemingly not caring about the wetness on Edmond's uniform.
“You're still shaking... I'll help you undress,” he said, his voice softer than before. But there was something else underneath, something Edmond couldn't place If he tried.
He let it happen, though, too weak, too ashamed to fight it. And maybe there was something else, the inability to even try to fight when Eiden did things like that. Take care of him when he was feeling like this.
As Eiden slipped off his sash for him, he allowed himself to lean again him a bit, the sobs having stopped but the tears still coming.
Heat radiated from his left hand, from the gem embedded in it. Briefly, he wondered if Eiden was reacting to his essence in any way. There was something uncharacteristically methodical about the way he helped him undress, no rough movements that could damage his clothes. It made sense, he probably wasn't keen on getting his hands dirty with his... fluids.
Eiden went up behind him to slip his cropped jacket off his shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, Edmond saw him put it down on one of the towel racks. Then...
He stopped moving.
And then he moved again, pressing their bodies together. His chest to Edmond's back, one hand resting on Edmond's gem, the other on the dip of his waist.
“You know... I think this isn't really something to cry over,” he said, his warm breath against his ear making Edmond shiver. The sudden shift in mood had startled him enough for the tears to stop, momentarily, and he felt himself tense again.
“I mean, I guess I get it, you're super embarrassed... But these things happen. I pissed myself too a couple years ago, after a night of drinking. Heh... Didn't make it to my bathroom, I just couldn't get the key in. The second I opened the door, I just pissed myself right then and there.”
His crude choice of words made Edmond blush and briefly squirm but even though he wasn't really holding him tightly, he just couldn't get out of his arms. He swallowed audibly, his head feeling empty once again.
“I think it's shame, though...”
The way he let his words trail off was making him squirm more. He finally could place that undertone in Eiden's voice, especially now that he felt something harden against his backside.
He was aroused.
“I kind of wish I could've seen you try to hold it back earlier. I'm sure you've been dying to use the bathroom for a couple hours, at least,” Eiden said, his hand slipping down Edmond's side and onto the outside of his thigh, where his uniform was still dry. And then, it was on the inside, resting on the damp fabric.
Edmond just knew that he was flushing, and more out of reflex than anything, tried to escape. To no avail, as loose as his grip was, it was impossible to escape.
"You scoundrel-"
A chuckle rang from Eiden's throat and he brought Edmond's left hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on his gem. Another shiver ran down his spine and he didn't object to Eiden pulling down his uniform, freeing his upper body, letting his clean hand roam over his clammy skin.
"I like you more like this. It's no fun teasing you if you're not going to enjoy it."
A sudden bite on his shoulder cut off a reply that never left Edmond's mouth, drawing a surprised yelp from him instead.
He'd known that Eiden was a pervert, had experienced it first hand, and still, feeling his erection in a moment like this felt surreal.
Even so, Edmond just couldn't bring himself to say no and step away. As much as he hated to admit, the way Eiden just moved in and ravished him like that left him needing more every time.
Without even meaning to, he parted his thighs a bit, stance still shaky. Eiden palmed at his crotch, squishing the wet fabric, making Edmond take shaky breaths.
It shouldn't feel good, but it did.
"Did it hurt to hold it in? Do you do that a lot? Hold it in as long as you can?", Eiden asked in that sweet, aroused voice he always used when trying to embarrass him more until Edmond came undone and would beg for more.
And as if he was conditioned to do so, each and every word made him wince in a strange kind of pleasure.
"No- I don't, I just-"
His words just wouldn't come out right and he leaned into Eiden's body, squirming as his soiled garment was pulled down more, just enough to reveal his crotch. The damp skin on his lower abdomen felt cool as the fabric was peeled away and he noticed, somewhat horrified, that he already was hard, even after just a few touches.
"Liar. I bet you like the thrill of that."
Eiden licked the side of his neck as his hand took hold of his growing erection, giving a few strokes. His hand felt impossible hot against his skin, making him want to move away, as if his touch would burn him otherwise.
"See? You wouldn't be getting hard if it didn't excite you."
If he'd been in a clearer state of mind, Edmond would have denied it because it wasn't true. The entire day so far had been pure torture and wetting himself in front of the one man he harbored feelings for had been the single worst experience of his entire life so far.
He wasn't in a clear state of mind though, and so the combination of shame, relief, arousal and lingering soreness in his abs made him forget about the discomfort and pain, if just for now.
Edmond almost whined when Eiden did pull back, instantly missing the warmth of his body. It wasn't long before it returned along with a familiar hardness rubbing against his behind.
In an instant, Edmond was alert again, craning his neck so he could look at Eiden as best he could.
"Scoundrel-! You're just going to put it in?", he asked in a moment of panic.
Eiden shushed him and snaked an arm around his waist.
"Put your thighs together for me."
Against his better judgment he did, knees buckling again as Eiden bucked his hips, sending tingles through his body. Behind him, he heard a strangled gasp and the grip around his waist tightened.
"Fuuuuck," was all he heard from Eiden, before another thrust between his thighs drew a soft noise from him as well.
"I've always wanted to try that, ever since I first saw you."
It was a sudden confession Edmond couldn't really make sense of. But then came another thrust, and then another, and as strange and foreign as it felt, arousal took over.
Despite the wet squelching noises of urine soaked fabric, his own erection bobbed as his thighs made way for Eiden's cock and he caught himself wishing for more, fantasizing about Eiden doing all kinds of dirty things like this.
There was a lack of actual stimulation and yet, Edmond thought he was going to come from just having Eiden buck his hips like that. Not really feeling like himself anymore, blaming it on the essence, he leaned back against him just letting it happen.
Eventually, Eiden had found his rhythm and kept going at it, his breathing labored. Edmond tried to look back at him, and instead his chin was grabbed again as Eiden pulled him into a messy kiss.
The angle was uncomfortable, it was all open mouths, too much tongue and too much saliva but as their fluids mixed, so did their essence. It filled Edmond with eagerness, making him squirm again but this time, it wasn't out of pain or embarrassment.
He just wanted more.
As if he could read his mind, Eiden's hand finally found its way to his crotch again, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It was overwhelming in every way. Eiden's cock rubbing against his taint and balls in just the slightest way, his hand on his own cock, their tongues lapping at one another as if they were determined to stay in contact despite the uncomfortable, odd position. Essence-drunk, they were each other's lifelines. They just couldn't let go.
“Hngh- Eiden-”
His face was a mess of dried tears, sweat and saliva and in a clearer state of mind, he would've hated for Eiden to see him like that, but he didn't mind. He wanted more, wanted, Eiden to undress him fully and take him, wanted to spread his legs for him and fill him up; all those things a sober Edmond wouldn't even think about unless he was all alone late and night.
None of the thoughts swimming in in the endless sea of essence in his head wanted to be put into words though. Edmond wasn't even able to try. He was so close, feeling hot and cold in a much more pleasant way than earlier.
“Fuck, I'm gonna cum- Ngh-”, Eiden said almost breathlessly, obviously just as overwhelmed as he was. For a second, Edmond thought his sweaty, flushed face was beautiful. He'd get offended with himself for thinking that about that lech of a man later, right now, it just made him want to lock lips with him again.
“Mgnh.. Edmond-”
It didn't take either of them long, in the end.
Tension built up in his sore abs, initially making panic bubble up inside of him before a particularly intense thrust and a rougher pull on his cock sent him over the edge, making him cry out and see stars as his orgasm overtook him, ripping through his body like a jolt of electricity and painting Eiden's fingers, parts of his boots and one of the tiles underneath them with white ropes of cum.
“Oh fuck-”
Eiden didn't allow him to relax yet, holding on to his body as it lost all of its tension again. He bucked his hips wilder, more erratically, the slight bit of friction enough to make Edmond whine and writhe at the bits and pieces overstimulation. Thankfully, Eiden was at his absolute limit too, wildly grinding his cock between Edmond's clothed, soaked thighs, the friction of it not giving the wetness any chance of cooling down.
“Nghh- ah!”
More cum splashed down on the black marble tiles. Eiden's orgasm seemed to wreck his body less, but he was still staggering, holding on to Eiden who was just as clumsy on his feet as he breathed so heavily that Edmond thought he was going to faint.
Nothing happened, though. For a few moments, the two of them were just pressed together, Eiden holding on to his waist and chest, Edmond holding on to his arms. He was shaking from lingering pleasure, and Eiden grabbed him more tightly.
“Fuck... I can't even think straight,” he finally said after a minute or two of just silently trying to catch his breath. Edmond couldn't say he felt much different. If anything, he felt strangely docile. Exhausted.
“That felt really good though. Really, really good. I'm glad I ran into you like that.”
There was a certain level of amusement in his voice and Edmond tried to jab his elbow into his ribs, missing out of exhaustion. And maybe, because he was too caught in his post-orgasm haze to truly mind. Who knew?
Eiden pulled away, looking almost as much of a mess as he did, and again wrapped his arm around Edmond's waist, this time, from the side. As if his body wasn't controlled by himself, Edmond leaned in again, blaming it on all the discomfort of the day making him tired, not on the fact that he very much enjoyed Eiden's soothing affection and presence.
He followed his eyes from the door, to Edmond's uniform, messy with urine and cum, and then to the bathtub.
“So... Do you wanna take that bath now?”
Edmond gave a small nod. As the embarrassment was not yet back, his mind was finally getting less foggy and his essence settled back into regular levels again, he became hyper aware of how much of a mess he was right now.
“Please.”
There was a genuine smile of Eiden's face as he carefully let go of him, walking towards the tub and turning on the faucet. It made him feel strangely at ease. Eiden, for how much of a scoundrel and lech he was, was a truly kind person. He supposed it made sense that he'd end up liking him that much.
“Eiden, I want to say.. Than-”
“Hey... How about I join you in there for a little round two?”
Edmond grabbed his discarded uniform jacket and hurled it at Eiden.
“Out!”