[ he shifts his legs, spreading them wider to afford Emet-Selch more accesses for that, returning the roll of his hips with a sound -- hungrier than the usual, almost as if desperate for the contact ]
[What a lovely sound. He bites his bottom lip in response.
Absinthe will feel a small tug as his right hand moves of its own accord. The movement is subtle --- a question, a request for permission. Hmmm. Has anyone one BARiTONES ever tried to puppet him before? If he replies with no, well, it is momentary paralization for both of them as they cancel each other out.]
Goodness! Are you this demure with all your bedmates?
[He doesn't bother pushing the shirt out of the way after unbuttoning it. Lying down as he was, Absinthe couldn't mimic the move anyway. And it is truly delightful that puppetry can be localized to only parts of the body.]
I would hope not.
[He brings a hand below his sterum to the top of disclored and scarred flesh. He taps the skin once before raking down, leaving angry pink and white lines down sensitive flesh just shy of breaking skin. He shudders. Of course he does.
But that means, connected as they are, Absinthe shudders as well as he rakes nails down marking his own skin.]
[ oh, nice. he hums out a laugh -- and since he's being allowed that freedom he lifts his hand up to tangle it in Emet-Selch's hair, securing his grip there, and he would tug him up for a kiss; but --
where Emet-Selch's own hand goes has him quite thoroughly distracted. his eyes widen and he can't stop something breathy leaving his mouth along with his own shudder, his leg shifting up to press between Emet-Selch's. there's a soft, intense murmur in the aftermath: ]
[A cheeky grin spreads across his face. Oh, how does he enjoy being right.]
Scratching down again, harder, enough to draw blood. He flinches while sharply breathing in through his nose, but he bites the inside of his cheek to quiet any further sounds.
And he watches, watches so intently, Absinthe's face the entire time.]
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Re: Day 232
Re: Day 232
Absinthe will feel a small tug as his right hand moves of its own accord. The movement is subtle --- a question, a request for permission. Hmmm. Has anyone one BARiTONES ever tried to puppet him before? If he replies with no, well, it is momentary paralization for both of them as they cancel each other out.]
Re: Day 232
and -- as a sign of Trust he lets his own puppeting fall, largely out of curiosity ]
Re: Day 232
I would feel absolutely dreadful if I was boring, and I am in need of the practice besides. Though simply speak up if it is not to your liking.
[He begins unbuttoning his own shirt while dropping his gaze to Absinthe's throat and chest as he does the same.]
Re: Day 232
My only worry is that this would bore you. You're doing all the work, after all.
Re: Day 232
[He doesn't bother pushing the shirt out of the way after unbuttoning it. Lying down as he was, Absinthe couldn't mimic the move anyway. And it is truly delightful that puppetry can be localized to only parts of the body.]
I would hope not.
[He brings a hand below his sterum to the top of disclored and scarred flesh. He taps the skin once before raking down, leaving angry pink and white lines down sensitive flesh just shy of breaking skin. He shudders. Of course he does.
But that means, connected as they are, Absinthe shudders as well as he rakes nails down marking his own skin.]
Re: Day 232
where Emet-Selch's own hand goes has him quite thoroughly distracted. his eyes widen and he can't stop something breathy leaving his mouth along with his own shudder, his leg shifting up to press between Emet-Selch's. there's a soft, intense murmur in the aftermath: ]
Harder.
Re: Day 232
Scratching down again, harder, enough to draw blood. He flinches while sharply breathing in through his nose, but he bites the inside of his cheek to quiet any further sounds.
And he watches, watches so intently, Absinthe's face the entire time.]