[ briefly he wonders if he should have been more zombied up for this, just to provide some more Variety. but on the other hand that probably would have made more of a mess than would be worth it. ]
I at least ... Hope not to bore you.
[ he's momentarily interrupted by the fingers going down between his shoulder blades -- he doesn't hide a pleased shiver at the contact, rolling his shoulders some before getting to work at pulling Emet-Selch's collar a bit further down.
that allows him the space to lean up, pressing his face in close enough he can nip at Emet-Selch's neck, playful. ]
[A non-committal sound, almost a sigh, as he tilts his head further into his hand providing better access. There is a flash of warning mixed with mirth in his gold eyes, but only for an instant --- easily missed.
He continues the scrape down his back a few more inches before diverting down the side of his ribs.]
[ at his angle he doesn't quite spot the warning -- and regardless, even if he saw it he wouldn't be deterred. he parts his mouth to leave a wetter kiss before biting down, a bit harder, as if he intends to leave a mark. ]
[He closes his eyes letting a pleased rumble escape his throat. As long as there is no chewing involved or swatches of skin missing, Absinthe. Carry on.
The hand at Absinthe's side tugs at the clasp of his belt. A little difficult to do one handed, eyes closed, and distracted as he is, but given a few moments and attempts, he'll figure it out.]
[ he's behaving nicely! he'd ask if he were about to take an actual out of him anyway. he's polite like that.
his legs shift apart a bit wider to give him more space, while he himself starts focusing on undoing more of Emet-Selch's shirt. that gives him more room to move those little bites downwards at the encouragement he's hearing. he can't move much further down at the angle but the intent is certainly there. ]
[After he gets to the third button, he'll shift his neck away from any further bites --- as much as he can in the space provided --- and slips the belt out of the loops with a flourish.
[ his eyebrows raise - - and he'll go on and assume Emet-Selch doesn't want him to just reach up and grab it. it would be hard to in his position, anyway, unless he wanted to take his hand away from the very important task of undressing the other man further.
he plays along, tilting his head forward to take the belt in his teeth. meanwhile - - he's working at trying to get Emet-Selch's shirt completely open for himself, nails dragging down bare skin as he does. ]
[He actively tries to stop him once he gets about halfway down by attempting to gather his hands. Not that this prevents Absinthe from seeing the top of a wide scar on the lower half of his chest.]
[Well, this chair has outlived its brief usefulness. He releases Absinthe's hand and tucks one arm under his knees and the other behind his back and stands.
....Really, being able to complete that move had an 80% success rate, but it seemed to work in his favor. No awkward spills on the carpet.
[He takes only a brief pause to kick off his shoes before joining. He straddles him, a thigh on each side as he props his elbows up on Absinthe's chest. He finally plucks the belt from his mouth and discards it somewhere in the pillows before leaning his head again in one of the palms of his hands.]
[ he takes the chance to lick his lips, both cleaning up some of the saliva that had pooled and trying to get the taste of the leather out of his mouth, his hand skimming down Emet-Selch's back. ]
If you had wanted me to be silent... There are polite ways to ask.
[ his hum has the ring of a laugh into the kiss but he at least returns it properly after, tilting his head, lifting his hand up to clutch at Emet-Selch's shorter hair and tug a bit in turn. ]
[Tilting his head and biting Absinthe’s lower lip in response to the tug. His fingers reach up to cup his cheeks before drawing the pads of his fingers down his throat to the collar of his shirt. Which he is trying to unbutton.]
[ unlike Some Ascian absinthe could name, Absinthe allows for that -- invites it, even, tipping his head back some as if to make room for that. he won't try to return the favor again (yet), instead focusing on what he can reach of Emet-Selch's bare skin, cupping the back of his neck, parting his mouth to try to deepen the kiss. ]
[Look. A scar of a gaping hole through Emet-Selch’s stomach is not only unattractive, but has a lot of baggage that he has been flat out avoiding.
Thumbing along the curve of his collarbone before continuing to unbutton his shirt. About halfway down he will give the material a sharp tug to get at least some of it untucked from the waistband of his pants.
Going along with the deepening of the kiss trying to taste the hint of decay. Not quite sure if he likes it or not, but it is novel. He will have to admit that.]
[ Absinthe would think it's attractive but it's true it may be a turn off for some
similarly -- now that Emet-Selch's this close it's impossible to completely miss the smell of decay, even with the cologne Absinthe is wearing. it's not like it could reach his mouth, after all, and the mix of the scent and the taste may not be too pleasant.
Absinthe lets out a soft, encouraging noise into the kiss before his hand dances down to Emet-Selch's hips, teasing at his own pants, as if seeing if he'd be denied getting those off too. ]
[Breaking off and then kissing the corner of his mouth. He hums. The decay and cologne combination is a little off putting, but honestly not that much. He’s is here for the company as insufferable as the man can be.]
[Fingers push aside Absinthe’s shirt and taps his fingers against his exposed sternum. After a moment’s thought he removes his own gloves with his teeth.]
[As Absinthe’s fingers reach at his hip, he grinds slowly into him once — a wordless invitation.]
[ he's caught for a moment, watching Emet-Selch take his gloves off, wondering briefly if he should offer to help - -
but the thought's gone when he feels the other man grinding against him. his fingers slide under his pants, teasing, before he moves to start undoing them more properly, given the invitation.
now bared, too - - his own chest is far from flawless, scars both fresher looking and old patterning him, from whip marks to stab wounds to what look like broader blade slashes. ]
[Running an index finger down the older scars and lashes. Not very original, but definitely hard to resist when there is a pattern. Right there! To be followed.]
Now, who would want to hurt you, you being as agreeable as you are?
[His lip turn up into a smile --- really a smirk --- as Absinthe's fingers dip below his garments. Is he moving to a position to make the next steps of removal easier? Of course not.]
Respecting my demands. Asking permission. Adhering to boundaries. My, are you always so amenable, or am I just getting the first date treatment?
[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.
[ the nails digging into his skin drive a hiss from him, though he doesn't exactly sound displeased - - before he laughs, resuming his work at getting Emet-Selch's pants undone, tossing his belt to the side once he has it opened and unwound from the belt loops. ]
I shall refrain from saying as much, then. I only wonder - - how far you will let me push.
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I at least ... Hope not to bore you.
[ he's momentarily interrupted by the fingers going down between his shoulder blades -- he doesn't hide a pleased shiver at the contact, rolling his shoulders some before getting to work at pulling Emet-Selch's collar a bit further down.
that allows him the space to lean up, pressing his face in close enough he can nip at Emet-Selch's neck, playful. ]
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[A non-committal sound, almost a sigh, as he tilts his head further into his hand providing better access. There is a flash of warning mixed with mirth in his gold eyes, but only for an instant --- easily missed.
He continues the scrape down his back a few more inches before diverting down the side of his ribs.]
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The hand at Absinthe's side tugs at the clasp of his belt. A little difficult to do one handed, eyes closed, and distracted as he is, but given a few moments and attempts, he'll figure it out.]
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his legs shift apart a bit wider to give him more space, while he himself starts focusing on undoing more of Emet-Selch's shirt. that gives him more room to move those little bites downwards at the encouragement he's hearing. he can't move much further down at the angle but the intent is certainly there. ]
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He holds the leather near Absinthe's lips.]
Hold this.
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he plays along, tilting his head forward to take the belt in his teeth. meanwhile - - he's working at trying to get Emet-Selch's shirt completely open for himself, nails dragging down bare skin as he does. ]
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Do have some patience.
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his lets Emet-Selch gather his hands but tries to lift them up, fingers spread, as if in surrender. ]
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....Really, being able to complete that move had an 80% success rate, but it seemed to work in his favor. No awkward spills on the carpet.
But he does attempt dump him on the bed.]
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He does cooperate with the dumping, lounging back on the bed but leaning up to try to tug Emet-Selch onto it with him. ]
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If you had wanted me to be silent... There are polite ways to ask.
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[Smug and pleased. He makes no effort to hide that he enjoys the petting.]
I'm simply testing what you'll let me get away with.
[Tilting forward to kiss him properly.]
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Thumbing along the curve of his collarbone before continuing to unbutton his shirt. About halfway down he will give the material a sharp tug to get at least some of it untucked from the waistband of his pants.
Going along with the deepening of the kiss trying to taste the hint of decay. Not quite sure if he likes it or not, but it is novel. He will have to admit that.]
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similarly -- now that Emet-Selch's this close it's impossible to completely miss the smell of decay, even with the cologne Absinthe is wearing. it's not like it could reach his mouth, after all, and the mix of the scent and the taste may not be too pleasant.
Absinthe lets out a soft, encouraging noise into the kiss before his hand dances down to Emet-Selch's hips, teasing at his own pants, as if seeing if he'd be denied getting those off too. ]
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[Fingers push aside Absinthe’s shirt and taps his fingers against his exposed sternum. After a moment’s thought he removes his own gloves with his teeth.]
[As Absinthe’s fingers reach at his hip, he grinds slowly into him once — a wordless invitation.]
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but the thought's gone when he feels the other man grinding against him. his fingers slide under his pants, teasing, before he moves to start undoing them more properly, given the invitation.
now bared, too - - his own chest is far from flawless, scars both fresher looking and old patterning him, from whip marks to stab wounds to what look like broader blade slashes. ]
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Now, who would want to hurt you, you being as agreeable as you are?
[His lip turn up into a smile --- really a smirk --- as Absinthe's fingers dip below his garments. Is he moving to a position to make the next steps of removal easier? Of course not.]
Respecting my demands. Asking permission. Adhering to boundaries. My, are you always so amenable, or am I just getting the first date treatment?
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[ there's a low breathiness to his voice, his chest fluttering for a moment under Emet-Selch's touch as he breathes in.
his hands pause where they were undoing his pants before, as if contemplating. ]
I could be less amenable if you would prefer.
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[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.
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I shall refrain from saying as much, then. I only wonder - - how far you will let me push.
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