firstworldproblem | IC Inbox (Imeeji)

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.]

[He hums at the attention, rubbing his legs, briefly making his way even down to his toes, kissing his knees before making his way back up with his hand. And this time he turns his head and nuzzles his arousal without any reserve in making him wait.]

[He curls over him slightly continue to pet his hair and his neck as he makes soft sounds for him.]

[That is what he wants after all, Emet-Selch indulging and reacting, and as fun as teasing him is he does want him to lose himself in pleasure too.

He kisses his shaft, lips parting against it to breathe against him, the tip of his tongue playing ever so lightly on his skin, one of his hand resting on his hip, the other sliding down to fondle his balls.]

[His hips jerk, and he lets out a whine though his teeth as he simply gives himself into the sensations, letting all other thoughts drift as far away from his mind at least for the moment.

He whispers his true name like a desire as he scratches his scalp.]

[He shivers at his name, licks him more fully, the flat of his tongue lathing the underside of his shaft pleasantly, before he parts his lips around his head to start to take him in.

His attention is thorough, going as far as his mouth allows and using tongue and suction to tease, while his fingers roll and gently squeeze.]

[He arches his back as a blush begins to form and soft panting start to leave his lips. He can't help but push just a little further into Lahabrea's mouth with the leverage he has on the back of his head.]

[He relaxes into that, though that is pushing a bit into his throat he can certainly take more of Emet-Selch if he tries. He releases him with one hand, fishes in his own pockets while his mouth is still busy, and passes Emet-Selch a small tube of lubricant in a silent open this for me. His hands are occupied. And after the whole imp incidents it should be no surprise he carries that around.]

[He would let out a chuckle at the request, but it is replaced with a drawn out moan instead. Funny how when one lets their walls down and just enjoys the moment the more intense it feels.

He does open the bottle and takes one of Lahabrea's hands. He doesn't care if he was busy. He sucks on the fingers himself before applying lubricant to them. Though he might have a few starts here and there as he has to pause to appreciate the attention being lathered on him.]

[That does make Lahabrea pause and falter in his own task, for just a moment, looking up at Emet-Selch with a rather intense blush as the man sucks on his fingers. He does nearly choke, having to pull up a bit just to breathe at the way that gets a reaction from him.

But when he can retrieve his hand from the terrorist he does slide it down between his legs, pressing a digit to Emet's entrance even as he lavishes his cock with affection with his mouth.]

[He laughs smug and cheekish as much as he can while, well, Lahabrea giving him blowjob so it is much more breathy and stilted then normal.

But he does let out a nice, low sound when fingers find him. He tilts his head to the side and brushes at Lahabrea's hair watching him intently.]

[It is nice to hear him utterly distracted and breathy. He glances up, smirking around Emet-Selch's cock in a smug way as he slips a finger into him and takes him further into his mouth in the same moment.

He is aiming to indulge, after all.]

[His breathing does come to a short stop closing his eyes truly basking in the feeling. His hips and breathe both stutter when his tongue finds a ridge or a vein to slide across. He does throw his head back.]

If you keep teasing like this, it probably won't go---

[Breathing is hard when being indulged like this!]

-- as planned.]

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