Brady looks up at the silhouette above him, features hidden by the shadow of the middday sun, it runs a finger on his long scar on his face. His lips quivered as the faceless shade pushed him to the grass. his lips shudder in both pleasure and fear. "O-O-Owain," he says, "What the bloody gay hell?"
This was just supposed to be a picnic by the river, just some tea and a well-deserved break from war, a time to slip out of his priest robes and into swimshorts. Or so Brady thought. but Owain did not see it that way, not in that way at all. Owain thought they had been together for long enough and he wanted to show the daunting priest how he truly felt, so he went to his mother to ask for advice. His mother Lissa let out a high-pitched laugh and snorted like she always does, then tells her son "well, I think you're old enough to know how your father Lon'Qu and I used to 'have picnics' by ourselves. Here's what you have to do..."
Owain tightened his grip on Brady's big rough hands and locked his legs with his own. He wiped a nervous drop of sweat off his cheek using a shoulder, then leaned into Brady's ear "sh sh shhh, my Swordhand twitches." this made the scary violinist gulp and tear up. Using his lightning reflexes Owain puts both his lover's hands in one and pins them over his head, Brady opens his mouth to protest but is stopped by a kiss. He dries Brady's tears with his wild Swordhand and slides it with an open palm down Brady's body. It stops at the healer's chest and runs in circles, Brady gasps for breath and moans flicking Owain's tongue with his own. "mmm, was my ultimate attack truly that breathtaking?" Owain jokes, as he slides his Swordhand down to his boyfriend's flat stomach. "This... this isn't as hard as I thought it would be, ha! Mother was right!" Owain thinks to himself. "my... gods." Brady thought, "I think I'm gonna weep from all this damn excitement." Owain saw the quiver and blush on Brady's face and takes his lips off giving him time to breathe. "Now comes the fun part," Owains says as he bites his lips "the stuff of legends Brady." His Swordhand twitched more than usual as it tugged the string of Brady's black shorts. The semi-delusional swordsman lays next to him and kisses his cheek. Brady sits up at an angle and sniffles. "Owain I, I've never done this before... whatever the bloody hell you're about to do." he shivers again and braces himself. Owain smirks "neither have I, but mother told me what it's like. Surely I will excel at it." "You're mum's nuts!" Brady answers as Owain brings the shorts down to his knees.
Brady blushes, afraid of showing his underkept manhood to fresh air. Owain sees the worried look on his scarred face and lifts his head up in a reassuring kiss, once the look is replaced with joy he wraps his Swordhand around the base. "hmmmm, like holding a Killing Edge really, just thrust my hand forwards liiiiike... this." Owain darts his hand all the way to the tip and back down again with Galeforce speed, causing Brady to fly back on the grass and moan loudly. Tears well up and he closes his eyes as he yells "My gods Owain slow down! ahh Gonna rip it right off ya will!" "oh, ummmm... sorry?" Owain tries again at half speed, "there, mm, there Owain mmmer, that's better.. ahhhhh." Brady smiles and relaxes himself. Owain watches his chest heave and his lips quiver and smiles at the sight. His gazes moves south to the hard manhood and his heart beats profusely. Lissa's voice repeats in his head "oh! and watch out when the time comes, you don't want it to get on your clothes," she winks, "then everybody knows what you've been up to." Brady suddenly jolts to life and moans loudly, "Oh gods! I think it's time! ohhh what do I do what do I do? No! think Scion of Legends! WWMD? What Would Marth Do?" Owain frantically looks around for something to catch it in, he looks at the manhood and shrugs "Oh, I know now!" Brady opens his eyes and sniffles, he looks down to see Owain catching his orgasm in his mouth. His cheeks fill up with white fluid as his hand pinches the base to push it out into his mouth, he gags for a moment and then gulps it down with a cough. Brady shudders and wipes his nose with his thumb, then wraps his arms around Owain's waist and pulls him close happily. "Th-thank you... wacko." Brady says as he tightens his hug. "You're welcome, Tear Soaked Eyes, hehe." Brady closes his eyes and lays his head in Owain's lap. Smiling, he watches the river and dozes in Owain's arms.
"YOU DID GREAT OWAIN THAT'S MAH BOY!" Lissa yells suddenly for the bushes laughing and snorting like a perverted pig. "mom, what the Hector's Ax?" /p