[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. ]
[The scrape against the wound always gets him to shiver, but the intensity is less pronounced each time. Though after one particular pass he breaks off the kiss with a keen sound. He dips his head down resting his forehead against crook of his neck, panting heavily.]
Just...
[He doesn't finish. Instead he pulls his hips back and pushes in as deep as he can, pressed up skin to skin and stays still letting the warmth surrounding him. As he pauses, he redoubles his efforts on Absinthe's cock in his hand. Applying pressure, speeding up the pace, whatever seems to get the most reaction out of him.]
[ it's a breathier sound that forces out from him, his ankles digging into Emet-Selch's back as he's stroked. he clenches around his cock as he chases his own orgasm, hips pulsing up with what little leverage is afforded to him, and at last there's a break from the constant touches to the other man's scar as he's distracted by his own pleasure - - ]
Gods.
[ it's hissed under his breath and that's all the warning Emet-Selch gets before he comes in his hand, spilling over his fingers, nails digging red crescents into his skin. ]
[Not quite, he thinks, But close, a long time ago.]
[He pumps Absinthe's cock a few more times trying to draw it out for him. When Absinthe looks like he's near spent, he'll wipe his hand on the man's hip leaving white streaks before gripping his thighs. He pulls back and thrusts in fast and hard. It only takes a few pushes before he joins his partner in release. Teeth and breathe bite down at the juncture of his shoulder but not enough to break skin.]
[ he takes a sharp breath in when Emet-Selch keeps moving in the afterglow of his orgasm - - he's over sensitive but in its own way that's satisfying too, being fucked while his nerves still feel raw. he rocks sharply upward to meet those thrusts and then releases his breath all at once when he finally feels the other man finish inside of him, dragging nails down his back again but this time it's more something to keep his own hands occupied while he helps ride the other man out. ]
[Slipping out and definitely enjoying all those nice feelings that come after the fact. He pets the other man's hip.
Shortly after, he falls to his side to curl up next to him, head on Absinthe's shoulder, legs tangled with his. He throws an arm across him so that he can draw more drying white lines on his belly.]
Yes... Does it bother you?
[A content sigh against his neck. Even if Absinthe still smells of decay, he's almost gotten used to it.
[ he laughs, low and still husky from before, shifting to get comfortable as Emet-Selch settles down next to him. the cooling come on his stomach and what remains inside of him is a distraction but not enough of one that he wants to bother getting it dealt with.
also, he's spent enough time dripping ichor it's easy to ignore.
he tips his head to the side, resting his chin on Emet-Selch's head with a low hum. ]
[A smile graces his lips and he keeps where he is. And if he isn't disturbed Mr. "Sleep is a great way to pass the time" is going to do exactly that while using Absinthe as an overlarge body pillow.]
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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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Just...
[He doesn't finish. Instead he pulls his hips back and pushes in as deep as he can, pressed up skin to skin and stays still letting the warmth surrounding him. As he pauses, he redoubles his efforts on Absinthe's cock in his hand. Applying pressure, speeding up the pace, whatever seems to get the most reaction out of him.]
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[ it's a breathier sound that forces out from him, his ankles digging into Emet-Selch's back as he's stroked. he clenches around his cock as he chases his own orgasm, hips pulsing up with what little leverage is afforded to him, and at last there's a break from the constant touches to the other man's scar as he's distracted by his own pleasure - - ]
Gods.
[ it's hissed under his breath and that's all the warning Emet-Selch gets before he comes in his hand, spilling over his fingers, nails digging red crescents into his skin. ]
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[He pumps Absinthe's cock a few more times trying to draw it out for him. When Absinthe looks like he's near spent, he'll wipe his hand on the man's hip leaving white streaks before gripping his thighs. He pulls back and thrusts in fast and hard. It only takes a few pushes before he joins his partner in release. Teeth and breathe bite down at the juncture of his shoulder but not enough to break skin.]
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You're making... Quite a mess of me...
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Shortly after, he falls to his side to curl up next to him, head on Absinthe's shoulder, legs tangled with his. He throws an arm across him so that he can draw more drying white lines on his belly.]
Yes... Does it bother you?
[A content sigh against his neck. Even if Absinthe still smells of decay, he's almost gotten used to it.
He closes his eyes.]
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also, he's spent enough time dripping ichor it's easy to ignore.
he tips his head to the side, resting his chin on Emet-Selch's head with a low hum. ]
I may have you clean it up later.
[ the thought seems idle, though. ]
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If I'm in a good mood.
[A smile graces his lips and he keeps where he is. And if he isn't disturbed Mr. "Sleep is a great way to pass the time" is going to do exactly that while using Absinthe as an overlarge body pillow.]
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