Cétan opened his mouth to respond before he paused and took a moment to gather his wits. The last several weeks had been an unending continuum of torture as he was forced to feign happiness at this appalling union created between his father and the tall, foul mouthed king that was now his spouse. It was a match made in hell and one that shattered his heart into a million pieces as his love had already been pledged to someone else.

Cétan’s dark eyes traveled from the courtyard view by the window to the form of a man who might have been considered handsome and worthy had his mouth and personality not sabotaged himself.

“If my inheritance is your concern,” He started, pivoting on his heels to speak directly at the man. “What pleasure do you gain from sharing an unhappy bed? What you seek is already yours. Please allow me the freedom to cleanse myself from such boorish hands.”

@felixvalerius

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TO THOSE MAKING NATIVE OCS

I see this a lot, no one has actual names, or any reference for names, that are legit Native American, varying among the tribes, for their characters.

Babynames.com and shit like that will give you names made up by white people.

However, I’ve got your solution.

Native-Languages  is a good website to turn to for knowledge on a lot of native things, including native names. If you’re unsure about the names you’ve picked, they even have a list of made up names here!

Please don’t trust names like babynames.com for native names, they’re made up and often quite offensive to the cultures themselves.

Thank you!

babynames.com shouldn’t really be trusted for any culture to be honest. Creating characters outside of your own culture is ridiculously fun and a great learning experience, so I always encourage people to research! Not just for a proper name, but for proper cultural references too. Don’t forget that beliefs and customs are very different from nation to nation and even though your character doesn’t need to live on a reservation or even speak their own language, there’s still likely -some- cultural aspects they would have learned and kept with them. Cétan’s name (sometimes spelled Chaytan, Čhetáŋ, Citan, or Chetan) is Lakota for ‘hawk’ and surprisingly enough IS on babynames.com correctly translated and attributed to the correct language. However, I picked up this name while researching and reading through Lakota dictionaries.

So yeah, don’t be afraid to do some research! It’s fun and opens your mind to cultures you might not otherwise get to experience.

(I’m also very well aware that Cétan’s full name is “Hawk Little Hawk”. That was on purpose. =P)

| My First Sweet Love |

Agron felt that anticipation intensify as Cetan guided his hand, allowing him to pull down his pants and exposed his hardened cock. Agron took in the sight of it, but more importantly, took in the feel of it. His finger tips brushed against it, appreciating the size, the way it was swelled with arousal. There was so much that Agron wanted to experience when it came to Cetan and was trying to control all the different urges that flooded over him. Agron could feel him starting to leak, and his fingers then wrapped around his size, a breathy moan falling from Agron’s lips for touching Cetan … only made Agron harder. Not to mention the feeling of Cetan tugging at his hair; another entirely welcome sensation. But was within moments, that Agron saw something else. That he felt something else. He raised his head just enough to watch Cetan as he could see and feel him reach that peak of ecstasy, and fall over into the sea of euphoric bliss. 

Agron could only stare at the beauty that graced his lover’s face. An expression he had never seen before, and one he wished to memorize. The way it shifted, losing himself, embracing the pleasure. Agron was once again in awe, his hand continuing to stroke Cetan to encourage him to ride it out to completion. When Cetan opened his eyes, Agron’s were still upon him but he saw the … worry that suddenly filled his gaze. And the apology that fell from his lips. It took Agron a few moments to realize why Cetan was apologizing. He had been so entranced by the male that he had not understood why he was saying sorry. But when it registered, Agron wanted nothing more than to relieve him of these concerns and need for apology. This was Cetan’s first time; it was more than understandable that he would come so quickly and Agron wanted to make sure he knew that.

“No,” Agron breathed, leaning forward to kiss Cetan’s lips. “Don’t apologize for this.” There was nothing to feel sorry for, or – if Agron was reading Cetan’s expression correctly – nothing to feel embarrassed about. Agron continued to kiss him, his hand releasing his now limp cock and sliding over Cetan’s inner thigh in a gentle caress. “You are so beautiful, Cetan,” Agron told him, voice thick with sincerity. He loved the sight of him; getting to watch him come. It was an honor, being the first to witness Cetan in such bliss. Agron moved his lips down, kissing along the front of Cetan’s neck and then kissing his way down his chest, to his stomach. As if to further reassure Cetan that there was nothing to be sorry for, Agron kissed where the liquid proof of his orgasm was, the delicious taste of him upon his lips as his other hand began to move to the fastening of his own pants, trying to control himself as he slowly undid the button, and only that. For now. 

@cetanlittlehawk​

Cétan didn’t think he’d ever understand how Agron could be so impossibly perfect. His tender and reassuring touch, the words he spoke and the way he spoke them, the unconditional love he constantly displayed was magical and miraculous. When he thought about how his mother had abandoned him, how his father’s death impacted his early years, his own clumsiness and uselessness, even his own name which poked fun and cursed him, it was still hard to believe someone like Agron would not only come into his life, but accept him as he was. There was nothing Cétan had to offer the world and yet the world had gifted Agron to him. Sometimes it was too much to bear.

He blinked away the wetness that had been gathering in the corners of his eyes and watched Agron leave a trail of kisses, so nonchalantly forgiving Cétan for spoiling the moment. He knew he had to work harder. He had to become someone worthy of Agron and he absolutely had to return this love and kindness in full. 

Witnessing his own essence upon Agron’s lips began to rouse him once more, but this time he was determined to see Agron to new heights. At first he wasn’t sure how, but the moment he watched Agron loosen the button, freeing a bit himself from constraints, Cétan had an idea. He moved quietly, sitting up and pushing Agron back until he was perched upon his knees. Maneuvering until he was laying upon his belly, his fingers hooked into the hem of Agron’s pants and his face, intense and desirous, hovered close. He’d only seen a couple of videos, but even he couldn’t screw this up... right?

Slowly, Cétan unzipped the fly, bending himself into Agron’s lap and placing a chaste kiss upon his cock through the fabric of his underwear.

@agron-rebel-general

| My First Sweet Love |

cetanlittlehawk:

Feeling the way Cetan responded to each touch, each kiss, encouraged Agron further. He was very in tune to Cetan’s body. He wanted to learn him. Learn what he liked, what aroused him. What he enjoyed, how he wanted to be touched. Everything. The idea of pleasuring him, of bringing him to euphoric heights … caused Agron to deepen the kiss, a soft breathy exhalation muffled from their joined mouths. The way Cetan’s tongue danced over his lip after nipping it had Agron smiling through the kiss. Cetan was emboldened and Agron fucking loved it. Just as he did hearing his lover say his name in such a state. He wanted to hear him say it again, and again, while the pleasure coursed through him. And speaking of which … Agron was starting to take notice of his lover’s … needs. 

With their bodies pressed together, the older male could feel Cetan’s growing arousal against him. It felt, incredible. And made Agron want to shed them of the barriers that prevented him from fully feeling it. Agron breathlessly broke from the kiss, his forehead pressed against Cetan’s as he slowly let go of his lover’s hand. “I … want to touch you,” he breathed, verbal indication of what his next actions were as his hand slowly trailed down Cetan’s body, enjoying the feel of his perfectly formed chest … until he reached the button of his pants. He paused there, lips shifting down to kiss Cetan again, speaking against them. “Can I touch you?” This time a question. No. A beg. Because despite their positions, despite the difference in experiences, Agron wanted Cetan to know – as he undid that button on Cetan’s pants – that it was Agron who was completely at Cetan’s mercy.

@cetanlittlehawk​

Cétan didn’t answer verbally, instead he only mimicked Agron from a few moments ago, using his hand to guide Agron’s to where it needed to be. His heart raged against his ribcage as his mind tried to prepare for what it would feel like to have someone else’s hand upon him. And not just any hand upon him, but the hand of the man he adored. Of course there was no precedent for it so when Agron’s fingertips barely brushed him he knew he was done for. There was no way to describe it as every nerve ending lit up and tossed Cétan like a ragdoll off the cliff of sexual pleasure. Pre-ejaculate leaked from him within moments. He hadn’t the practice nor know-how to pace himself or hold out.

The hand that was coursing through Agron’s hair balled into a fist, unintentionally pulling as he felt Agron’s hand wrap around him. With foreheads still connected, his mouth issued a quiet but uncontainable whimper. His toes curled as Agron’s name was once again upon his tongue.

It didn’t take long at all before Cétan experienced his first orgasm by Agron’s hand. His muscles tightened and his entire body stiffened as his release pooled across his own belly. Only after he had enough time to come down did the embarrassment and disappointment hit him. “I... I’m so-sorry..” he blurted out in shame. How had he screwed up this badly? How could he have finished so damn early when Agron hadn’t even... On the verge of tears, Cétan searched Agron’s expression, desperately hoping this wouldn’t be the end of tonight. 

@agron-rebel-general

| My First Sweet Love |

cetanlittlehawk:

Agron relished the sensation of Cetan’s fingers moving his shirt off. Even though it was with Agron’s aid, it was all Cetan. That was all Agron could focus on. The way his lover’s soft fingertips brushed any of the skin it happened to touch as his shirt fell to the ground. He could also feel the ease of Cetan’s actions, allowing the larger male to be further relieved that Cetan was relaxed. At least somewhat. At least for now. He was too aware that this was only the beginning but Agron would do all that he could to ensure he lover continued to remain at ease. And just enjoy the sensations such intimacy could provide them with. 

A soft smile danced on Agron’s lips as he watched Cetan begin to remove his shirt. He couldn’t resist helping him, though he did it very well on his own. When Cetan’s shirt joined his on the ground, it was impossible to not look. Agron’s eyes slowly trailing over Cetan’s unclad form. In awe of Cetan’s utter beauty, Agron was captivated. Mesmerized. Entranced. Desire burning through him to touch him. To kiss him. To hold him. To do whatever he could to express this love he felt towards the man. Agron’s arms wrapped around him, his hands trailing over the plains of Cetan’s back as he pressed his lover against him. The warmth of their chests against each other, skin to skin, practically a hug though far more intimate than any hug they had shared. 

Agron’s lips could not part from Cetan’s skin for long, and he kissed along Cetan’s now bare shoulder while his hands continued to glide along his back, soaking in the feeling of his ever so soft skin. With these moments, Agron also moved them closer to the bed until they stood at the very edge, near the pillows. He paused for a moment, heart beating heavy with anticipation. “Let’s lie down,” Agron breathed. Together, being the implication in the use of his word ‘lets’. He began to slowly move their bodies, in sync just as they always were … moving on the bed so that Cetan lay upon his back and Agron on top of him. Not wanting Cetan to feel anything but comfortable, Agron’s lips returned to his partner’s in a passionate embrace, one hand moving to find Cetan’s so that he could intertwine their fingers as he gently had Cetan’s hand against the bed. 

@cetanlittlehawk​

Cétan’s hair spilled out around his head in a dark halo as he lay back, blanketed by the safe power of his lover’s body. He had expected Agron to be heavy. He expected Agron would crush him under all that well toned muscle, but even though there was indeed a weighted pressure, the man fit perfectly in the cradle of his thighs. Belonging there. As if Cétan needed anymore proof that the spirits and the universe had long been waiting for this union. Suddenly Agron was kissing him again, filling his head with a floating sensation of bliss and stirring up some sort of nameless need deep within his belly. Was this desire? Whatever it was it caused him to lift his head and open his mouth once more, granting Agron access and using Agron’s past guidance to nip lightly at his bottom lip before using his tongue to sooth. 

He felt the awakening tightness in his groin. Blood surged through him with adrenaline, arousing him, pressing him against the fabric of his pants. His hand once again squeezed tightly against Agron’s, the other instinctively finding its way through short trimmed hair. “Aggie...” He breathed into Agron’s skin without a reason. 

@agron-rebel-general

| My First Sweet Love |

cetanlittlehawk:

Agron waited with bated breath, bracing himself for any reaction. Even prepared to drive him home at this hour if it was what Cetan desired. All Agron cared about was that his lover was happy. That he was comfortable. That he felt … safe. Agron wanted to take care of him, and protect him, both physically and emotionally. So whatever he wanted, Agron would give to him without a moment’s hesitation. Agron soaked in Cetan’s nonverbal response, and found himself pleasantly surprised when Cetan was the one to open the door and take that first step inside. It meant … the world to Agron. Seeing Cetan take that initiative, and knowing it couldn’t be easy for him. 

That beautiful smile on his lips was enough to make Agron’s heart flutter as he moved inside with him. Then came the verbal confirmation. That he wanted to … that he wanted to be led. Agron responded by leaning forward, kissing Cetan slowly, before deepening it further as he began to step deeper into the room, and gentle moving Cetan with him. Agron’s hands slid down the sides of Cetan’s body, taking in the perfect curve of his figure. They paused at the bottom of the shirt, knowing he had to be more controlled in his actions. 

Breathing into the kiss, Agron’s lips moved along Cetan’s jawline, creating a path of soft kisses, until he reached his ear. “Take off my shirt.” The whispered words were more of a gentle request than any demand. Because, he wanted Cetan to move at a pace he was comfortable at. Removing Cetan’s shirt could be done with so much ease but he didn’t want his lover to feel … exposed. Or vulnerable. He wanted to shed that first layer to show him, it was ok. So to further encourage him, Agron’s hands went to Cetan’s, guiding his lover’s hands to the bottom of Agron’s shirt and slowly helping him to lift it up. More than anything, he wanted to empower Cetan. 

@cetanlittlehawk​

Agron’s kisses would never grow old or cease to be bliss inducing no matter how often their mouths met in this way. When Cétan closed his eyes and opened his mouth he couldn’t help but notice the man still tasted a bit like the sweet red wine they had with dinner. Despite this Cétan was quite sure it was Agron’s kisses themselves that caused the airy feeling in his chest and the tingle in his toes.

He stepped backwards in perfect timing with Agron stepping forward as they inched closer to the bed. It was an odd thing to take notice of but it reaffirmed Cétan’s beliefs that their spirits had been made specifically for each other. Large, strong hands ran the length of his side, eliciting an audible gasp from his throat. It wasn’t the first time Agron had touched him like this but right now, at this moment, it felt like it could have been. Agron’s touch was the same but the meaning behind it had changed. There was now a whole new level of desire to be felt when his fingertips passed over him. Cétan hadn’t been expecting that. He hadn’t realized just how hyper aware his body would become, how every nerve ending would come alive and alert, anticipating the moment when they, too, would be touched. 

Cétan found himself breathless when Agron finally broke free and tenderly instructed him. This was exciting. This was terribly exciting and he couldn’t help quietly smiling to himself realizing that for the last few moments he had been so swept up in things that he forgot his nervousness and fear. The safety of Agron’s arms had chased away the insecurities. He only hoped that since he now realized it, he could continue to keep those self-doubts at bay. With his chest heaving, Cétan’s fingertips slipped over every hill and valley of muscle across Agron’s belly delighting in the sensation of taunt skin tightening with the touch. Agron’s hands remained upon his up until the last moment when Cétan perched on tip-toes to remove the last vestiges of fabric. 

The shirt fell to the floor in a valliant heap and color touched Cétan’s cheeks as Agron now stood half naked before him. What was the protocol here? Was he supposed to look? Was he supposed to look past it and remain nonchalant? Not wanting to seem disinterested Cétan stole a few quick glances but mostly kept a good watch on his own feet as his hands moved to the hem of his own shirt, pulling it up over his slender belly in a way he was sure was anything but sexy.

@agron-rebel-general

| My First Sweet Love |

The words had fallen effortlessly from Agron’s mouth. “Let’s go back to my place” and at that time Cétan had nodded his agreement long before the implications ever clicked. He stood in the entryway of Agron’s apartment, hands clasped and fingers entwined at his waist, unaware of what to do with himself. He hadn’t been here before, literally and metaphorically. There had been daydreams of what sex might be like. There’d been internet searches for what he might expect, pictures and videos full of embarrassing sights and sounds, but none of it really prepared him for this moment. Agron was his first and only love and tonight would be… His cheeks flared as Agron slipped around him after locking the door, beckoning him into his private space with hands that were just as gentle now as they had ever been.

Cétan’s nervousness was written plainly upon his face, as were most of his emotions and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit scared. What if it hurt? What if he failed? What if Agron was left unsatisfied? What if tonight turned out to be the dealbreaker that ended this miraculous relationship and love he had found in the other? Maybe he should have practiced somehow?

His racing thoughts halted when Agron paused at the door of his bedroom, his strong hand still curled around Cétan’s reassuring and tender. Dark eyes looked up under thick lashes locking with mesmerizing green. Yes, he was nervous and scared, but he wanted this. He definitely wanted this.

@agron-rebel-general

Agron felt … nervous. Sex was a huge step in their relationship and the last thing he wanted to do was to screw this up. To scare off Cetan. To be too forward when his partner wasn’t ready. Something about the moment of inviting him back to his place had felt, right. And Agron did not often fight those feelings. If he had, he wouldn’t have asked Cetan out for that very first time. But now, they were moving closer, inch by inch to the bedroom. Agron’s emotions were all over the place. Desire. Anticipation. Worry. Concern. So when they reached the destination, he paused, turning to face Cetan as the beautiful male’s eyes locked with his own. Agron knew he had to say the words; he had to make sure he alleviated any pressure that Cetan may be feeling. 

With his free hand not still holding onto his lover’s, Agron gently cupped Cetan’s chin, a soft smile upon the larger male’s lips. “You know, I’d be happy with just holding you for the whole night.” Either way, unless something went drastically wrong and he freaked Cetan out … his partner would be spending the night. He just wanted to make sure Cetan knew that he didn’t have to have sex if he wasn’t ready. Fighting the urge to kiss Cetan, Agron knew that he had to look into his partner’s eyes to make sure he saw the sincerity of his readiness for this. “If you don’t want to … we don’t have to.” One last opportunity for Cetan to express any uncertainty about this. Despite how much Agron wanted it, wanted him, their’s was a union of hearts long before bodies. 

@cetanlittlehawk

The corners of Cétan’s mouth curled upward and he squeezed his hand around Agron’s even tighter. There were so many things about the man Cétan loved. He adored his dazzling smile and the way his eyes narrowed when it grew to its brightest. He admired the way Agron never hesitated about taking his hand, even in public. And right now he was deeply touched with the way Agron cared and loved him. Loved him enough to abort this next step if Cétan so voiced it.

Swallowing a nervous lump in his throat, Cétan shook his head and was actually surprised when he realized that he had opened the bedroom door himself and took that first step towards a whole new level in their relationship. His dark eyes never wavered and his timid smile never faded. “I... I want to,” he sheepishly confessed, “but I don’t know what to do... Lead me?”

@agron-rebel-general

Under The Stars

The day had gone wonderfully, thoroughly enjoying the outdoors with a nice hike and then returned just in time to set up the tents before dark, make a fire and have some dinner. That was where they were at now, gathered around a campfire with friends. Agron was of course sitting next to his partner, one arm casually draped around Cetan’s shoulders while his other hand held a beer. While Agron didn’t drink often, the peaceful environment inspired him to have just one drink in the company of friends. And Cetan, who was far more than just a friend to him. 

But with the late hour, one by one, people were retiring to their tents. Agron could see Cetan starting to get a bit tired so he excused the both of them, leaving the few left to put out the fire when they were done. Agron put the now empty bottle with the rest of the garbage that they would properly dispose of tomorrow, unzipped the tent, and joined Cetan inside of it, zipping it back up. When he turned to face Cetan, he paused for a moment, noticing something moving on Cetan’s shoulder. “Don’t freak out,” Agron told him, slowly reaching towards him with the intention of picking up the bug and putting it back outside, since, Agron knew full well Cetan’s … dislike for bugs. 

@cetanlittlehawk

Cétan was an anomaly. He loved and adored the outdoors and nature, but only if said nature refrained from touching him. Still, to be blanketed by Agron’s arm under the stars and in front of a roaring warm fire was a little slice of heaven on earth. He’d closed his eyes listening to the rumble of tenor voices swap stories about workplace mishaps and relationship blunders. He felt Agron’s hand sweep across his forehead, brushing stray hairs back and rousing him back to reality and enticing him back to their tent with a quick nod of his head. 

Cétan was eager. They’d had a long day full of events and good times, so the prospect of drifting off to sleep curled in Agron’s gentle embrace was most welcome. His sleepy eyes widened however when he took notice of the way Agron looked at him. And then came the words which actually encouraged him to immediately freak out. He stood perfectly still, holding his breath while his pulse, like a dragster, pushed 0 to 60 in an eighth of a second. As Agron’s hand drew closer all he could do was clamp his eyes closed and pray that his ribs would be able to contain the raging heart that slapped against them trying to escape. 

He didn’t know exactly what Agron was reaching for but his mind conjured up many legged monsters and spindly winged demons with long antennae on their heads and poisonous stingers on their ass. He never sensed Agron’s hand upon him but he felt his presence slip away towards the door of the tent and still he hadn’t the bravery to open his eyes or even empty his lungs of the stale breath they were holding. Yeah, nature was great... 

@agron-rebel-general

Because OCs deserve some love too!

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If Agron had thought for even one minute that Cétan wasn’t just as anxious and eager as he was, he’d be wrong. Cétan obediently lifted his arms, letting the shirt leave his body in a gentle sweeping motion to be tossed haphazardly on the floor. He couldn’t contain the snicker that followed as he reciprocated the action, needing to stand on tiptoes to pull the fabric over Agron’s head.

“Mmm, I’m so happy you’re home early...” Cétan mused as he took Agron’s hands and lead him into the bathroom, a tub full of steamy hot water already waiting for them. It was here Cétan shed the rest of his clothing and pulled the tie that held his hair back. While naked, Cétan’s leanness was more pronounced and an even skin tone painted him from head to foot. The slimness of his shoulders became more noticeable with a thick mop of dark waves rushing over them and although he was 100% male, there was still an air of femininity in his form. It was a trait that was all his own.

Cétan didn’t bother hiding his wandering eyes anymore. Agron liked it when he looked and if that was the case there was no reason to be ashamed. He’d come to realize he owed a great deal to Agron. No one in his life had been a better teacher and he was the only other person besides Cétan’s Granny that Cétan felt he could truly and honestly be himself with. His fingers toyed with his father’s dog tags that slung around his neck and rarely ever came off as he soaked up the sight of his lover, just as bare and open and vulnerable as himself. Smiling mischievously he spoke and gestured to the tub, “After you.”

@agron-rebel-general

How had an innocent act of kindness turned into this. Cétan thought as he pressed himself into Agron’s hands, returning fevered kisses with the same passion he was receiving. It wasn’t bad at all, but he hadn’t meant to distract Agron from his work. Although lately it seemed as if neither of them were able to concentrate on anything but each other for very long at all. His hands sank into soft dark hair while his legs curled around his lover bringing their hips together, a soft sigh passing into Agron’s mouth.

Agron may have not known it, but to Cétan he had superpowers. He couldn’t quite describe it, but Agron could see right through him, to his very core and he always knew what it was that Cétan needed or wanted. No words were ever necessary. Cétan had simply brought out a glass of water... but Agron read his deepest wants as if they were written across his forehead in big bold letters. It had only taken him just a few moments to know Cétan craved his attention, even though he tried to hide it and wouldn’t voice it. 

Dark lashes fluttered as Agron moved to kiss along his neck. His hands meandered down Agron’s neck and over his shoulders, letting strong muscles move under his palms. Traveling further they had begun to tug mercilessly at the hem of his lover’s shirt. He wanted it gone but he despised the thought of Agron’s mouth leaving him and he was left at an impasse, opting to simply slip his hands up under the fabric instead. Soft palms and fingertips moved over Agron’s chest, his thumbs coming to pass gently over the man’s nipples. It was a touch Agron taught him. It was a touch that would send jolts of pleasure down his spine and he hoped his hands were good enough to return it.

“Aggie,” He finally managed to say as the hood of the vehicle creaked. “I don’t think...” Once more Agron had fully claimed his mouth, stopping any protests and tasting sweet despite the dirt and grease.

@agron-rebel-general