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Felwinter insisted they stay at that Light-forsaken party for an entire two hours. He was no happier there, Osiris could tell, but he endured the noise, the crowded space, the attention for one-hundred-and-twenty-minutes with a stiff upper lip and the same stone cold stoicism with which he would endure a prolonged shootout.

"One hundred and twenty-seven," Osiris hissed, when they had outstayed his promise. 

If Ashraven touched Felwinter one more time, he was going to rip her hands off. He didn't care how much he agreed with her assessment of his attire. 

He wanted to go. If they'd gone seven minutes ago, they'd be back in Felwinter's study by now.

Raucous, cackling laughter briefly filled the room, and both Warlocks, side by side, rolled their eyes as one when Timur's laugh reached them.

At least someone was having fun, Osiris thought sourly.

"Soon," Felwinter insisted.

"Leave him, he's enjoying himself," Osiris countered.

"I plan to," Felwinter said, his voice low. "Too precise would be conspicuous. As would be leaving together," he added, even quieter.

"Wearing coordinated corsets to an engagement party is conspicuous," Osiris snorted. Felwinter's hand shot out, the Exo gripping him firmly by the back of the neck as he gently pulled Osiris clear of a small stampede of very drunk young Titan Wolves as they wobbled by, merrily heckling a single Hunter in their midst. "As is doing that !" Osiris gasped, his face turning red as the touch sent a fresh flood of heat rocketing down his spine. He'd barely been able to so much as glance at Felwinter all night without virtually igniting. He'd become so preoccupied with desire that so much as brushing elbows with him was almost excruciating. Now Felwinter nearly pinned Osiris against his own chest. " Felwinter !"

Felwinter glanced down at him, as if he was surprised to see him there, in his arms, and released him, glancing around guiltily. If anyone noticed, they were playing it off far more smoothly than they were.

"Go," he huffed, giving himself a little shake. "I'll be right behind you."

"You'd better be!" Osiris whispered, nostrils flaring just slightly as he quietly heaved for air, his arms and legs trembling. Everything ached . If he hadn't been so certain of himself, he'd have thought he'd been drugged with how he was behaving.

But no.

It was just them.

Just Felwinter.

Just that blasted corset .

" Go ," Felwinter repeated, urging this time. He laid a searing hot hand on Osiris' lower back, his palm burning through the heavy fabric of the corset and the shirt beneath it, and gave Osiris the tiniest shove toward the exit. He didn't need to ask a third time. Osiris went, striding out with such a forward lean that partygoers parted for him, looking startled and worried as he practically stormed out. One or two glanced questioningly at Felwinter but he only shrugged unhelpfully and turned away, unbothered.

Osiris broke into a jog as soon as he was certain he'd reached an empty portion of the temple, then an outright sprint.

Moving helped. Mostly.

Felwinter had pulled his corset down snug, and the squeeze of it was both oddly comforting, and more than a little intoxicating. He liked how the squeeze of it was just a little too tight, crossing out of something like being swaddled, and into the realm of erotic restriction, especially now when Osiris demanded a wider range of motion out of his body, especially his lungs.

His heart was hammering when he finally reached the Study door, and his hands shook as he fished the key, sticking and pulling, from out of his shirt, unlocking it.

His clothes were too tight to stow it again as he usually would so he let it dangle loose. Locking the door behind himself, he began to strip immediately. Off came the shoes, socks, slacks... Leaving an enticing trail to the new sofa, and past it. He managed to open the hook closures on the front of the corset, and dropped it halfway to the Vault, his undershirt dropping just before the great armored door.

He briefly struggled to form his light into the correct key shape, he was so wound up, but eventually he managed to invite himself into Felwinter's chambers.

Knees knocking, he made the rounds. Candles lit, fireplace, stoked.

He located Felwinter's perennial bedfellow, a double-barreled hunting rifle, from under the covers of the Exo's decadently dressed bed, and set it carefully against the nightstand. It was loaded and armed, and he left it that way still well within reach.

He thought about climbing under the covers, but he was too restless for that. He paced the room once, twice, then sat on the foot of the bed, facing the door, left ever so slightly ajar, and, heaving a shuddering breath, Osiris did the one thing he hated most.

He waited.

Felwinter had only meant to wait a sparse handful of minutes before following Osiris. He'd never seen his student so openly spun up before, so agitated by raw desire. It was all he could do not to simply haul him up off his feet and pin him to the wall or a table right there in front of everyone and-

"Lord Felwinter!"

Felwinter turned sharply, snapped out of his red-lit reverie. Lady Jolder was grinning brightly at him, Saladin at her elbow giving him a critical once-over.

"I almost didn't recognize you!" She cooed as he turned.

"So you're not colorblind," Saladin murmured, toasting him appreciatively with a large mug of beer. Jolder slapped his shoulder.

"You toad! You're one to talk!" she laughed.

"Who dressed you?" Saladin snorted, smirking.

"Why, want one too?" Felwinter countered, sorely tempted to simply throw Timur right under the bus but restraining himself. "I thought it'd be obvious," he added. He could still hint...as a treat. Heaven knew Timur wouldn't mind, the braggart. As if on cue, Timur's increasingly obnoxious laugh interrupted them. Jolder giggled.

"Collect your drunk," Saladin snorted. Felwinter pulled away, saluting the couple.

"No." He turned his back on them before Saladin could protest, and walked away.

He tried to leave immediately, but found himself forced to handshake and back-clap his way through a throng of curious well-wishers, all of whom were suddenly baffled to discover Felwinter was not only handsome but terribly eager to tell him as much.

Poor Felwinter had never been so uncomfortable in his long life, which for him really said something.

In a fit of desperation he finally resorted to lunging into the Void after a very inebriated Lady Skorri ran her hand up the full length of one silk-clad arm to openly grope his chest. His plating felt like it was crawling after the unwelcome touch, but he glanced back as he rematerialized by the exit and saw her expression was full of confusion as she glanced around, bereft, and he hoped she was too drunk to remember the incident later.

He exploited the Void twice more to gain ground fast as he distanced himself from the crowd of revelers, then finally slowed to a swift walk, his strides as long as they’d reach, as he turned a corner and heaved a rare sigh.

He liked Skorri enough that he hadn't stopped her, much less responded with violence, but he hadn't expected such chaste intimacy to leave him feeling so violated, either. And she hadn't been the only one. What made people think tonight that it was alright to help themselves to his body when he was so overtly unapproachable the rest of the time, Felwinter couldn't fathom.

He yearned for Osiris' touch, wanting to scrub the feeling away with something far more welcome. He picked up the pace, breaking into a trot, then a jog. Then, as the air cooled as he reached deeper into the Temple, nearing his solitary wing, he broke into a sprint.

The Study door was locked, just how Felwinter had left it, and for a moment he worried he'd come to the wrong place. Was Osiris in his quarters instead? Surely not. They'd never met there before... 

He let himself in, and instinctively locked up behind himself, pausing just inside.

At first, he thought it really was deserted, when there was no immediate sign of his love, and Felwinter almost despaired. But then he spotted the trail of clothes, and following them with his eyes, he realized that the Vault door was ever so slightly ajar.

He all but threw himself through the Study, bounding nimbly over sloppily discarded garments, and dug his fingers into the tiny gap between the frame and the heavy door, lurching it open.

Osiris gasped, started by his sudden entrance, but smiled radiantly nonetheless when he registered Felwinter's arrival.

" Finally ," he breathed, leaping to his feet from where he'd sat on the foot of Felwinter's bed.

Osiris was entirely bare, wearing only the dark, angular tattoos decorating his entire body, and Felwinter drank in the sight of him as he approached, hands greedy as he pulled Osiris into a tight embrace, groaning softly in relief when his lover pressed the length of his body up against him.

"They wouldn't let me escape," Felwinter groaned, clutching at Osiris, his hands roving.

"You should have left with me," Osiris chided, arching up into Felwinter's hands with a shiver, his body hot where it pressed against the Exo's, even through multiple layers of fabric still between them. "You'd be out of this already," he purred, giving the stiff hem of the corset a tug. "And probably this as well," he added, catching Felwinter's sleeve and plucking at the sleek silk. "Though I must admit, both suit you." He leaned up, pressing his lips to Felwinter's jaw in a breathy, open-mouthed kiss that left Felwinter's plating steamy.

"Suiting, hmm?" Felwinter hummed, letting his hands trail down to grip Osiris' ass firmly, smiling faintly when he muffled a moan into Felwinter's collar. "I was looking forward to changing but perhaps I should leave them-"

"No," Osiris said, his voice firm. Demanding. "Turn around."

Felwinter chuckled softly and obeyed, showing Osiris his back. He huffed and vented softly as Osiris tugged and wiggled at the ties to the corset for a moment or two, making frustrated little grunts and grumbles as he did, before with a surge of Solar energy, he simply crafted a crude blade from his Light and slashed the laces.

"Osiris!" Felwinter gasped, for some reason beyond even his own reasoning, shocked. The corset, loosening instantly with the binding destroyed, fell away from his chest, forcing him to catch it as he turned back to face his beloved. The blade vanished in a shower of dispersed Light, and Osiris stood smirking up at him, utterly unrepentant.

"Better get that shirt off quick or I'll shred that as well," he said, sultry. Felwinter believed him, and got to work unbuttoning it while Osiris lunged for his belt and fly, opening both and peeling the snug fitting leather down as though he were unwrapping a well-packaged sweet treat. This impression only intensified when Osiris immediately leaned in and put his mouth on Felwinter’s obvious arousal with a moan, even before the Iron Lord could kick away his shoes and semi-discarded pants, leaving him stuck there with his ankles tangled, at Osiris’ mercy. 

“Osiris!” He gasped again, fans kicking up. Osiris had sunk to his knees as he worked more of Felwinter into his mouth, and glanced up through his eyelashes at his mentor, giving him a smirk and a slow blink, the other Warlock smug.  “My love…” Felwinter moaned, his hands finding Osiris’ head when it became evident his protege wasn’t about to let up any time soon. 

He reached behind himself, blindly pulling the vault door fully shut with a clunk, and leaned back against it, letting Osiris have him. Immediately, he was venting and panting softly, his fingers tangling into his Treasured’s hair as Osiris’s head bobbed steadily, Felwinter all too happy to give in and let Osiris have his way with him. 

Felwinter found his climax swiftly thanks to Osiris’ expert ministrations, the trainee rolling comfortably with it as Felwinter thrust into his mouth with a moan before going tense and finally spilling with a soft hiss of static. 

He was still hard when Osiris pulled back and stood slowly, licking his lips and smiling, but the edge was off, and Felwinter didn’t feel quite as white-hot frantic as he had as he’d literally sprinted the halls to his lover.

Osiris was a smart man.

" Satisfied now?" Felwinter growled, his roaring fans only slowing a little as he fixed Osiris with his best smolder. Osiris pressed up against Felwinter, his body hot with arousal.

" Hardly ," Osiris hissed, grinding against Felwinter's hip. "Hungrier, if anything," he added breathily. Felwinter smiled, and with a swift bend of his knees, ducked in and scooped Osiris up by the ass, hoisting him up against himself. Osiris' only comment to this was to moan softly, rolling his hips so that Felwinter's member caught under the open cleft of his ass.

"Always so needy," Felwinter purred, stepping out of the last of his clothes and carrying him back to the bed.

"Always your fault ," Osiris countered. His tone would have been tart if it wasn't for the breathy moan behind the words as he squirmed to try and work Felwinter into his body, impatient.

“Hardly!” Felwinter huffed parroting Osiris as he tossed him onto his bed. He threw himself down after him, smothering him with his body. Osiris gasped, but his gaze burned with desire as he looked up at Felwinter, and his thighs parted in unquestionable welcome. 

“Regardless,” Osiris breathed, chest heaving. “I’ve missed you. This is all I’ve been able to think of all night…”
Felwinter groaned, leaning in to mouth at the crook of Osiris’ neck, enjoying the sounds it brought out of him. 

“That would make two of us,” he admitted, his voice low and rich with need. He chuckled softly when Osiris shoved a bottle of lube into his hand, rescued from somewhere in the blankets, but he took the hint.

“Love making later,” Osiris huffed, breathless. “ Please . I need you. I need this now.” 

Felwinter nodded in acceptance. He didn’t waste any time, his eyes blazing as he stared hungrily down at his beloved, making good use of the lube.

“Later,” he agreed, gathering Osiris close and thrusting home with a confidence borne of well-practiced familiarity. 

Osiris cried out, throwing his head back with a smile, and a surge of relief filled Felwinter with warmth. He moaned softly, watching his lover as he broke into motion, controlled only briefly before they grew desperate and frenzied together, out of control. 

Felwinter loved when Osiris got wild like this.

Osiris lived for the rare moments like these when Felwinter truly lost his cool. 

Completion crashed over the pair as one. Osiris’ strained cry was perhaps quieter than usual, but Felwinter’s unexpected volume more than made up for it. In the aftermath, they collapsed into one another’s arms, struggling for air, clawing for calm that drifted in slowly as bodies and nerves ticked and cooled back to sanity, tingling with bliss. Finally, Osiris heaved a sigh, the last of the tension melting out of his body, and Felwinter let out a low, contented rumble.

“I think we should keep the corsets,” Felwinter murmured. For a long moment, Osiris was silent but at last, he sucked in a breath.

“I think you’re right.”