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[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.

[He cups Emet's face, returns the kiss softly then presses his palms to his shoulders to gently lay him back.]

You shall have all of me and more, whatever you wish. I shall pamper and soothe you until you declare yourself satisfied.

But do ask for anything you want. You know I shall indulge any whim.

[He falls back without question.]

Oh, do be careful. My ability to be pampered is nigh endless. We'll both have pure white hair by the time I am sated.

[He just nods at the last statement. He knows Lahabrea will indulge.]

Very well, until you are tired.

[He does take a moment to look down, appreciate Emet laid under him and bare. He catches one of his hands, brings his fingers to his lips.]

Ever and always will I love and adore you.

Now where was I?

[He blushes both from the look and the kiss and averts his gaze for a moment.]

Being incredibly indulgent.

[Running his hand across his chest, thumbing over his nipples.]

[That gets a soft inhale of approval, and he kisses Emet-Selch's fingers again.]

Ah yes. Of course.

[And he will lean down, kiss his throat, and then skip back to where he had been, kissing and gently scraping his teeth over Emet's hip.]

[It does take quite a bit of will power not to just roll his hips up into Lahabrea, but it doesn't take a genius to tell that he is becoming impatient.]

Lahabrea.

[He is avoiding touching his arousal purposefully. For his own fun and to work Emet-Selch up exactly this way. He kisses lower on his hip, fingertips dragging down to his thighs.]

Yes?

[Scratching his scalp as he spreads himself further.]

Every part, correct?

[Well he can't do much to pet him from this position. A shame, truly.]

Ah, are you getting impatient?

[He teases his fingers up the inside of Emet's thigh, knuckles brushing his cock but no more stimulation than that, as he bends down to kiss above his knee.]

Of course I am. You would think aught was amiss if I did not.

[He does lift his hips a little at that fingers twitching to find something to hold onto since Lahabrea is quickly getting out of reach. So instead he does push himself up to sit so he can run his fingers through his hair and behind his ear.]

True enough. It would hardly be attending you without complaints.

[How can he deny that? He runs his hands down his legs, digging his fingers in to give a light massage with the touch.]

[He lets out a soft sound while he pets his hair, his neck, the very top of his shoulders. All the while gazing upon him with adoration.]

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