[ he doesn't really have a kink for praise but he's enjoying the fact that Emet is obliging his request regardless - - and groans into the other man's mouth before returning the kiss, tongue pressed against his, the sickly sweet mix of cologne and decay probably brought back to the forefront.
he's free to move his own hips, too, rocking back and then forward into Emet-Selch's grip. more fully he grips his cock, too, stroking along his length.
his free hand moves to tease at the bottom of that shirt, ruck it just slightly upward, as if he's seeing what he can get away with while Emet-Selch is focused on the kiss. ]
[Some logical part of his brain tells him he should dislike the taste of decay, but he doesn't. But He really just doesn't care. Running his tongue across teeth before meeting again. Not coming up for air just yet.
Though he does spill a low sound out of his throat when Absinthe starts stroking, hips rising to meet. In return he grips Absinthe's cock firmly, thumb circling over the head.
He is not going to be paying particular mind to his shirt when there are other sensations that have his full attention. Carry on.]
[ excellent. he will take advantage of his distraction, then, not only trying to push up the shirt but entirely starting to work at the buttons. it's still one handed so it's not the most graceful thing in the world but he makes up for it with enthusiasm!
and as if to distract further from that his nail idly drags against the tip of Emet-Selch's cock, not rough but certainly noticeable against sensitive flesh, voicing his own pleasure as a groan into the kiss. he's breathing through his nostrils but it's quick, uneven. ]
[Unless Absinthe actually brings notice to the scar by word or touch, Emet-Selch will be otherwise occupied. And when their faces aren't glued together he'll get a good view of what happens at least a hundred years of painstakingly cultivated light one shots one's final form through the abdomen. At least it is scarred flesh and not a gaping hole.
At the scrape of nail, he will break the kiss panting. He brushes his lips against his cheek giving Absinthe's cock a firm pull and twist of his wrist before pulling away.
First, things, first.
He leans up to get at the bedside table and tosses the lube he finds in there at his partner.]
[ Absinthe succeeds! he pulls back a bit himself when the kiss is broken, fully catching his breath and also taking the chance to look down at that scar. he's not drawing too much attention to it but he will stealthily put his palm down against the scar, idly resting it there while he takes the lube with his other hand. ]
My thanks.
[ he murmurs before taking his hand away from the scar. he gets his fingers slick with the lube before dropping that hand back to Emet-Selch's cock, stroking up it, getting it fully ready before he turns his attention to himself. ]
His face is still flushed and there definitely is a heavy cadence to his breathing. Yep. Definitely still hard. If he still decides to stroke him, he will push up into his hand.]
[Intercepting that hand a giving it a slow, drawn out kiss to the knuckles. Stalling before releasing it. He’s free to continue if he wishes.
The interruption causes him to drop the lube on the bed which he fetches. He slicks up Absinthe’s cock with then lube taking care to use more pressure and blunt edges of nails than he has before.]
[ his fingers flex at the touch to Emet-Selch's lips but he's quick to return his focus to the scar after that, dropping his hand, testing the edge of his own nails against the scarred flesh.
he'll rock into the other man's grip in turn, huffing out, pleased. ]
[The same shudder as before. His expression shifts from uneasiness to a frown to a smirk. He grabs both of Absinthe’s hands and tries to shove him on his back, hands above his head.]
Oh, behave. Would be a pity if I left you here with only your left hand for company.
[Gathering up Absinthe’s wrists in one hand, a trivial task if he isn’t squirming back. Thank goodness for a slightly larger frame.]
Your pretty mouth can speak, can it not? Words available to you. You could try that.
[With a knee he spreads Absinthe’s legs wider apart as he slicks his other free hand with lube. He trails his hand with a purposeful feather light touch up his inner thigh, across his balls and further down.]
Or could it be? Don’t tell me punishment is a thing that turns you on?
[ it's hard to more thoroughly protest that right now, though, with his cock hard and aching and Emet-Selch's hand between his legs. he doesn't squirm, per se, but he does raise his leg to hook his ankle against Emet-Selch's back as if trying to tug him closer. ]
I doubt words would drive quite the same reaction from you.
[Leaning forward adding extra weight to the hand capturing both of Absinthe's wrists. He kisses him softly on the forehead as the finger between his legs caresses his entrance and plunges in.]
[ he's a bit unpracticed on the receiving end of things - - he tenses briefly at the intrusion, hissing quietly then relaxing for that, adjusting to the finger. ]
It's terribly - - cruel of you... You know how delicate my feelings are.
[ still, he rocks up towards him, a silent urge for more. ]
[Kissing down the side of his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, soft and tender.]
Yes. Yes, of course.
[In contrast, after he pushes his finger in and out completely a few times, he adds a second and third, stretching. He still wonders if the man under him even cares about thorough preparation, but an inquiry for another time.]
[ he would have been fine with far less, really - - uncomfortable but Ardyn doesn't mind that.
and despite the burn of three fingers being in him so swiftly he groans, wanton and shameless in his approval. it's not quite comfortable still, but - - ]
I'm quite - - ready. You know how impatient the young can be.
[ teasing relentless, even with three of Emet-Selch's fingers up his ass and his hands pinned above his hand. ]
[He pulls his fingers out removing stimulation as he gives the man below him a slow kiss, tongue running over the roof of his mouth. Fully intent on being cheeky right back at him as he bites Absinthe's lower lip tugging.
[But he stops making him wait as he leans back and returning access back to his hands. He shifts Absinthe's thighs so he he can line up properly, and he sits himself in fully letting out a very content moan.]
[ he exhales - - it's something as strained as it is relieved as Emet-Selch's enters him, his back arching upwards instinctively.
he's slick enough at this point there's only some discomfort as he presses in and he squeezes around the length inside of him as he adjusts further, letting out a groan of pleasure. his legs bend and then wrap around Emet-Selch's hips, keeping him close, his free hands raising to his shoulders and then roughly scraping nails back down to his chest scar once more. ]
[Emet-Selch wish he could say he's surprised, but he's not. It was just too much effort to find the leather belt and bind his wrists. And that wouldn't even guarantee he'd not find some alternative anyway.
He trembles again --- though at least this time a quarter in pleasure --- a coarse sound leaving him.]
Be kind.
[He nearly pulls out and seats himself in again and again. Well, as much as he can with Absinthe's legs wrapped around him. He grips the base of Absinthe's cock twisting his wrist and he brings it from base to tip and back down.]
And here, I thought - - you weren't as delicate as I.
[ his voice is uneven, thick with pleasure and when Emet-Selch touches his cock he rolls his hips forward with a sharp groan, but he still can't resist sneaking the comments in when he can.
he at least doesn't scrape with his nails again but he does lift one hand to Emet-Selch's shoulder to tug him down, closer, aiming to drag him into a rough kiss as he rocks down onto his cock.]
[There is a brief instance of confusion that only reaches his eyes. He doesn't pause his ministrations, both hand and hips, as the look manifests, but it's gone the moment he's tugged into a the kiss.
He grabs at Absinthe's hips with both hands leaving temporary pink fingerprints as he pulls him into the rhythm. Breathing turns ragged between locked lips, and he's definitely reaching for release.]
[ his kiss is hungry, deep - - almost vicious with how much teeth are involved, knocking messily against Emet-Selch's own, as he ruts up towards him, seeking the friction from both the movement inside of him and the touch to his cock.
as always, his hands wander, sometimes skimming light over the chest scar and then scraping rough nails down his sides and what he can reach of his back, unafraid of leaving sharp red lines in their wake. ]
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he's free to move his own hips, too, rocking back and then forward into Emet-Selch's grip. more fully he grips his cock, too, stroking along his length.
his free hand moves to tease at the bottom of that shirt, ruck it just slightly upward, as if he's seeing what he can get away with while Emet-Selch is focused on the kiss. ]
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Though he does spill a low sound out of his throat when Absinthe starts stroking, hips rising to meet. In return he grips Absinthe's cock firmly, thumb circling over the head.
He is not going to be paying particular mind to his shirt when there are other sensations that have his full attention. Carry on.]
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and as if to distract further from that his nail idly drags against the tip of Emet-Selch's cock, not rough but certainly noticeable against sensitive flesh, voicing his own pleasure as a groan into the kiss. he's breathing through his nostrils but it's quick, uneven. ]
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At the scrape of nail, he will break the kiss panting. He brushes his lips against his cheek giving Absinthe's cock a firm pull and twist of his wrist before pulling away.
First, things, first.
He leans up to get at the bedside table and tosses the lube he finds in there at his partner.]
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My thanks.
[ he murmurs before taking his hand away from the scar. he gets his fingers slick with the lube before dropping that hand back to Emet-Selch's cock, stroking up it, getting it fully ready before he turns his attention to himself. ]
1/3
And not the sexy kind.]
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His face is still flushed and there definitely is a heavy cadence to his breathing. Yep. Definitely still hard. If he still decides to stroke him, he will push up into his hand.]
Do you require assistance?
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I do not, but if you're being so kind as to offer...
[ who is he to say no? he offers the lube back, and if Emet-Selch takes it he'll use the chance to rest his hand against that scar again. ]
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The interruption causes him to drop the lube on the bed which he fetches. He slicks up Absinthe’s cock with then lube taking care to use more pressure and blunt edges of nails than he has before.]
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he'll rock into the other man's grip in turn, huffing out, pleased. ]
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Oh, behave. Would be a pity if I left you here with only your left hand for company.
[A completely empty threat.]
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Can you truly blame me for my curiosity?
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Your pretty mouth can speak, can it not? Words available to you. You could try that.
[With a knee he spreads Absinthe’s legs wider apart as he slicks his other free hand with lube. He trails his hand with a purposeful feather light touch up his inner thigh, across his balls and further down.]
Or could it be? Don’t tell me punishment is a thing that turns you on?
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[ it's hard to more thoroughly protest that right now, though, with his cock hard and aching and Emet-Selch's hand between his legs. he doesn't squirm, per se, but he does raise his leg to hook his ankle against Emet-Selch's back as if trying to tug him closer. ]
I doubt words would drive quite the same reaction from you.
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[Leaning forward adding extra weight to the hand capturing both of Absinthe's wrists. He kisses him softly on the forehead as the finger between his legs caresses his entrance and plunges in.]
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It's terribly - - cruel of you... You know how delicate my feelings are.
[ still, he rocks up towards him, a silent urge for more. ]
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Yes. Yes, of course.
[In contrast, after he pushes his finger in and out completely a few times, he adds a second and third, stretching. He still wonders if the man under him even cares about thorough preparation, but an inquiry for another time.]
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and despite the burn of three fingers being in him so swiftly he groans, wanton and shameless in his approval. it's not quite comfortable still, but - - ]
I'm quite - - ready. You know how impatient the young can be.
[ teasing relentless, even with three of Emet-Selch's fingers up his ass and his hands pinned above his hand. ]
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[He pulls his fingers out removing stimulation as he gives the man below him a slow kiss, tongue running over the roof of his mouth. Fully intent on being cheeky right back at him as he bites Absinthe's lower lip tugging.
[But he stops making him wait as he leans back and returning access back to his hands.
He shifts Absinthe's thighs so he he can line up properly, and he sits himself in fully letting out a very content moan.]
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he's slick enough at this point there's only some discomfort as he presses in and he squeezes around the length inside of him as he adjusts further, letting out a groan of pleasure. his legs bend and then wrap around Emet-Selch's hips, keeping him close, his free hands raising to his shoulders and then roughly scraping nails back down to his chest scar once more. ]
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He trembles again --- though at least this time a quarter in pleasure --- a coarse sound leaving him.]
Be kind.
[He nearly pulls out and seats himself in again and again. Well, as much as he can with Absinthe's legs wrapped around him. He grips the base of Absinthe's cock twisting his wrist and he brings it from base to tip and back down.]
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[ his voice is uneven, thick with pleasure and when Emet-Selch touches his cock he rolls his hips forward with a sharp groan, but he still can't resist sneaking the comments in when he can.
he at least doesn't scrape with his nails again but he does lift one hand to Emet-Selch's shoulder to tug him down, closer, aiming to drag him into a rough kiss as he rocks down onto his cock.]
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He grabs at Absinthe's hips with both hands leaving temporary pink fingerprints as he pulls him into the rhythm. Breathing turns ragged between locked lips, and he's definitely reaching for release.]
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as always, his hands wander, sometimes skimming light over the chest scar and then scraping rough nails down his sides and what he can reach of his back, unafraid of leaving sharp red lines in their wake. ]
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