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[Eyes do brighten. He does like where this is going.]

MmmmHmmm.

[Trails his fingers idly over the scales at the small of his back.]

[He sighs, pleased, both at Emet's reaction and the touch. He scrapes the back of Eemt-Selch's neck with his nails in approval and lets go of him save for the tie in his hands.]

Now this is already more suitable.

[He steps back, two, three times, pulling on the makeshift leash to force Emet to follow, either shuffle forward on his knees or crawl.]

[He will shuffle forward on his knees because one) it isn't that far and two) they are still handcuffed ---- why are they still handcuffed? --- and this seems to be the best way instead of tripping forward on three limbs.]

Is it, I wonder? A pet or furniture. Which do you truly desire more?

[The cuffs... Well they could check what the current symbol is but Lahabrea really doesn't care.]

You make it sound an either/or decision.

[He wraps the tie tighter around his knuckle, decreasing the length of the leash, and leaning down to hook his fingers in Emet's collar, popping the first button casually as he keeps. tugging. on the leash. Just enough to force Emet to lean back or get strangled. Or maybe not lean back and accept the loss of air, either way is fine.]

[He does not lean back instead seeing how far Lahabrea is going to push even if he has to sacrifice his air to do it. His breathe does hitch as his windpipe constricts.

At least that saves Lahabrea having to listen to his snide remarks.

And he still has one free hand to wander which he does slide up Lahabrea's shirt over his abs.]

[Sadism doesn't come terribly naturally to Lahabrea but it wouldn't be the first time he's played a sadist on the internet--except this time he is actually into it! Which is new and fun.

So he is keeping a steady pressure on the choking, keeping one eye on Emet to make sure he is in fact still able to somewhat breathe, enough, and continuing to unbutton his shirt, pausing to drag his thumbnail hard over Emet's collarbone, following the line of the sensitive the dip bellow the bone.]

[He hisses at the scrapping though it comes at more of a wheeze considering he isn't tilting his head back. Is the pressure too much? Hard to say as he's testing what Lahabrea views his limit it.

Unfortunately, that leaves very few facilities to return any favors, but with what wit he has left he does fondle his chest tracing fingers over the stone at his Heart.]

[He is keeping an eye on Emet. Gauging his heartrate and how desperate his attempts to breathe are is hard without his hand directly on his throat though.

He hums at the touch, starting to properly and quickly unbottun Emet's shirt, nails raking flesh between each button as his hand travels down.

He does let up on the choke at the third button, allowing Emet to catch his breath annnd probably getting distracted himself by the top of a scar.]

[He gasps and instinctively bows his head forward to rest against Lahabrea's stomach as he catches his breathe. His free hand slides down to the small of his back holding onto him.

As for Lahabrea...

Oh.

Oh, that.

Hope that isn't a mood killer.]

[He lifts his unbound hand to pet Emet's hair soothingly while the bound one just finishes undoing his shirt, hm.

Thanks. He hates it.

He hates it and he's sadistic so maybe not a great time to find out.

His fingers leave his friend's hair and curl around Emet's jaw, yanking his head up deliberately painfully, hissing as he digs his nails into the middle of that scar.]

What was that about secrets, Emet-Selch?

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[He seems to enjoy both the petting and and the yanking on his chin. Grinning until Lahabrea's expression goes sour.

For the first time he flinches and leans away. No matter how much masochism he now possesses there is very little that can persuade him to find scratching that particularly scar pleasurable.]

Hard to bring up in casual conversation.

[He isn't really doing it for pleasure at the exact moment anyway. He's glaring as he switches his hold to Emet's throat and shoves him back enough to get a full scope of the scar, fingers on the man's neck bruisingly tight.]

You have had ample opportunity. Shall I start assuming you're keeping important things from me? How fun that will be.

[Neck and arms muscles strain as he pushes down the instinctive urge to pull away, to shove him back. Also strangulation makes giving a proper explanation a little difficult.]

Laha...brea...

[He does let up, instantly. Even sadism won't push him to truly hurt Emet regardless of how annoyed he is. He caresses Emet-Selch's jaw with the backs of his fingers in wordless apology.]

Too rough. My apologies.

[He shakes his head slipping an arm around his waist.]

You're right. I should have told you.

[Leaning back to sit instead of kneel tugging Lahabrea to straddle his lap.]

[He goes down but stays on his knees, long enough to kiss the top of Emet-Selch's head before selling on straddling him.]

You should have. Is there anything else I ought to know?

[He's upset, lifting a hand to more gently touch the scar, hating it.]

[He smiles softly at the kiss, but is relieved when he finally settles. He gives the small of his back a scritch before trailing his free hand from Lahabrea's elbow down to where he is tracing the scar. He takes his finger loosely and pulls his hand up to kiss his knuckles. All the while he is humming, contemplative.]

No. Not that I can recall in this moment.

[Leaning is head forward to kiss along his neck, mindful of his own sharp fangs, as he searches for his pulse point. When he does find it, he runs the flat of his tongue over it, taking in the throbbing feeling.]

I'm still right here. It's alright.

[He tilts his head a bit to give Emet access, splaying his fingers to twine with Emet's own, catch them in his and pull his hand up to return the kiss to each finger.]

Of course you're still here. Foolish....

[He sighs, thumb caressing the inside of Emet's wrist.]

If you are sure this is the only surprise you've been keeping back...

[He let's Lahabrea have his hand enjoying the touch and feel of skin on skin.]

Yes, yes. Unless you want me to recount all off my pointless in game deaths. ...Actually, no, that's not an invitation.

[Then he bites down on his neck.]

[He squeezes Emet's hand, breath hitching and then he lets out a soft sigh. relaxing and going still for this. Fine. He'll stop fussing. He's not HAPPY but he can't do much about that scar and he assumed Emet would have bought it off if it were possible to do so so he doesn't bother asking.]

I don't want to hear about them in any event...

[His free hand comes up to grip Emet-Selch's hair, but he's not tugging him off. The sting feels thrilling and more so just having Emet-Selch against him is distracting. He hasn't exactly magically gotten over his desire to make Emet squirm either, distracting as the scar was from that goal.]

[The analytical part of his mind says getting blood this way is really messy business. There were other ways that were not nearly so wasteful. But being this close, feeling Lahabrea's breathe catch as he drinks from him. Now that is divine.

He drinks more than intended enough to get him lightheaded for a few moments. He kisses and licks the mark when he's done before leaning back and looking at this man before him.]

I think, when we are done or later, I would like to see you pliant with blood loss. Perhaps if I behave, hmmmm?

[Leaning his head into further into his hand.]

[He lets go of Emet's hand to put his own on the man's shoulder, steadying himself as the dizziness comes and goes, the shortness of breath as his body adjusts to having less blood than it likes. It's not too bad, and he takes the time to be still as it passes, though it doesn't help that Emet-Selch is licking his neck and he's vaguely aroused enough that his body already feels hot without the bloodloss. It's not enough to unsteady him for very long though, and he kneads his fingers against Emet's scalp.]

Hmm, I wonder which of us was beset by sadism here? But if you behave, later.

I imagine it is the vampire tendencies. Being repulsed by blood loss would be counterproductive.

[He says that as he continues to nuzzle his hand, eyes half-closed.]

You make it captivating. How can I refuse?

[He strokes his cheek, for now not yet ready to start being sadistic, but he will be shortly.]

I suppose I would feel the same.

[He can admit that in Emet's place he'd probably want to bite him and enjoy his reactions. In fact, it sounds great right now even, he just doesn't want to suck his blood.]

[He smiles and cups the back of his head and pulls him into an indulgent kiss scratching his scalp all the while. He's careful as he can be with his fangs, but that does't mean he isn't trying to taste him fully.

Their cuffed hands his brings lower and cups his erection, slightly scratching. He's being cheeky and challenging.]

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