firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

Quite.

[Running a hand up his back and neck, tangling it in his hair for a few moments. Just enjoying the feeling of it before he scratches at the base of his neck.]

How I've missed that smile.

[He sighs in contentment and sits up a little more, lifting his hand to brush fingers through Emet's hair, down behind his ears and back up along his jaw.]

I believe my goal was to adore every inch of you.

You have my full and undivided attention.

[Continuing to scratch and pull at his hair lightly as he uses his other hand to cup Lahabrea's ass.]

[He laughs a little, leans back up and well, into that hand, but only really so he can drop his own to the business of unbuttoning Emet-Selch's shirt, brushing his fingertips over his skin.]

And you mine. Feel free to make requests but until then I shall be taking my time.

I'll critique you later. On your form. If you like.

[Even at the small touches he hums out something delighted. Definitely needy as he brings a knee up between his legs still drawing the faintest of design with his fingers on the curve of his ass.]

Though it is simply you. You who I want.

I am hardly asking for that, but if you must.

[He's more amused and fake put-out by the offer of critique. But he does hum at the attention, rocks against Emet's knee as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it away from the man's chest to give himself full access to lavish his attention from neck to bellybutton in kisses and soft touches. Which he starts immediately, beginning at Emet's neck and working down.]

And it is I whom you have. Always.

[He arches into it with a soft sound, those kisses. Not even bothered for once about the scar. He lets his fingers fall into Lahabrea's hair tangling but still keeps up the motion with his knee.]

Keep at it, and I may have no choice but to blush from such attentions.

If I do not make you blush eventually I will have thoroughly failed.

[He rakes his fingertips lightly over Emet's ribs, flicks his tongue over a nipple, still working his way down but taking his time. He really does mean to touch and kiss every inch of him, intent on giving affection to every piece of him.]

Since when were we conce----!

[A high pitched gasp escapes between his lips as his tongue rolls over him. Fingers tighten in his hair.]

[He laughs, breath warm over Emet's skin, and licks again, flicking and rolling the nipple with his tongue, and then leaving it to the cool air to work on the other one, so they can match in attention.]

[He'll get the same sound multiple times them as he breathes deeply between them. He's a little more vocal than before mostly because Lahabrea did ask him to let down his walls, and he is.

He's tugging maybe a little rough on his hair at this point as he pushes his thigh up further between his legs.]

[He does enjoy this, Emet being reactive, open with his desire.

His own breath stutters at the knee, hot on Emet's skin even as he leaves his nipples and makes his way further down, his ribs, stomach, fingers catching the hem of his pants and then undoing his belt while his mouth follows along down.]

[He breaks his gaze when his lips trace over his death scar. It doesn't hurt, but it definitely pulls some bad memories to the surface he'd rather forget.

Though he does arch his back and lifts his hips when his belt is undone.]

I do hope I'll be getting just as lovely a view.

[He is light and gentle with the scar, not avoiding it but not lingering. It is part of Emet-Selch, and he will not skirt it in his attentions. But he is eventually past it, pressing a kiss to Emet's upper hip and sitting up to pull his pants open and tug, intending to get them off.]

Of course. Shall I disrobe for you now before I continue?

[He's appreciative of the care he gives and helps with his disrobing. He will prop himself up on his elbows.]

I would like that.

[He leans down to kiss Emet-Selch's cheek, because the man is too cute to resist, and sits up again, unbuttoning his vest and shirt to drop them aside with Emet's pants.]

While I'm at it, your shirt needs to go.

[Only in his pants now he will reach to pull the shirt off Emet entirely.]

[He will help him tossing it in the pile with the rest, and once that is out of the way he will sit up fully and wrap his arms around him. Tightly. Mortal flesh is still in the way, but it isn't mortal flesh and clothes at least.

And he sighs into his neck, a content sound before pressing a soft kiss there.]

[At last there is something nicer about the warmth of flesh pressed bare to flesh, though it is still in the way. He wraps his arms around Emet-Selch, holding him tight and close, palm rubbing up and down his back, kissing his temple.]

Hello, beloved.

Beloved? Are not those words saved for Igeyorhm?

Not that I mind them.

[He holds him close a few moments longer soaking in his warmth before pulling back.]

No endearment is reserved from you.

[He shakes his head, stroking Emet's neck with his fingertips.]

[He leans his forehead against him, humming at the touch.]

How terribly sweet.

[He slides both hands down Emet's neck, over his shoulders and down his arms, petting as they lean like this.]

Truly that cannot surprise you.

[He closes his eyes at that.]

A little. But can we truly define what we have? What we share? 'Tis unprecedented what we've been through together.

[He kisses Emet's temple, fingers playing over his wrists, down to his fingertips then petting back up his arms.]

I wouldn't try to define it. Not ever. You are my heart. My beloved. My friend. The soul within me.

A thousand descriptions could never really match what you mean to me, all pale shadows attempting to capture the essence of our eons and what we have been, what we are to one another.

I could echo the words back to you. Ever reliable. Ever hopeful. Alone we would not made it so far. Failed long before.

[He all but purrs before capturing his lips is a soft kiss.]

But in this moment all I want is your warmth and your essence. Never will I grow tired of this.

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