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[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.]

[Fine if Emet is going to coax him out of his annoyance with seduction he'll accept it.

He presses the hand connected to Emet's by the cuffs to Emet's own stomach, roughly scraping his skin with his nails even as he rocks lazily into the touch, returning the kiss with more fervor and a bite here and there at Emet's lips, less careful of the fangs but still not aiming to get nicked himself.]

[He flinches. He can't help it being protective of his middle. He takes that hand with his cuffed one running his thumb along the palm before letting go, because he's going to attempt to unbutton Lahabrea's pants one handed.

He groans into his mouth just shy of biting down hard on his lip in retaliation. And why not distracted him with seduction. Seems better than other methods.]

You can make me bleed.

I intend to.

[He bites his lip again and rakes his nails down Emet's chest. Skirting the scar and pausing to pinch and tug one of his nipples roughly. His other hand is still stuck to Emet's so he might as well work at the other man's belt in turn.

And he's pulling back from the kids to nip at Emet's jaw, seeking the sensitive pulse points on his neck to grind his teeth into.]

[He moans openly and arches against the wall at his hands, his lips, his teeth. That only further pushes him to remove articles of clothing, but then annoyance fills his features as these handcuffs are now just getting in the way.

He tugs hard probably pulling Lahabrea closer on his lap and looking at the symbol --- it's a blushing face.]

I swear to Zodiark....

[He lets up with his teeth to give it a look.]

I have no idea what that is supposed to be. Embarrass you? Get you off?

[Well he's got to agree the cuffs are a hindrance at this point, that is not stopping him from being unhelpful and nipping the juncture of Emet-Selch's neck and shoulder, making himself more comfortable on his lap and scraping his nipple with his fingernails, roughly.]

Haven't you seen it on ano---- Lahabrea!

[That, sir, is not helping and his let's out his name in a bit of a squeak. Or maybe it is. He is definitely reaching the flustered mixed with hot and bothered state. His hips rise as he bites and scrapes with nails though they can only move so far with being straddled upon. His head falls to the side to give him better access.

His one free hand squeezes his backside, kneading and then scratching.]

No.

[He mutters against Emet-Selch's neck, breath hot on his skin even as he bites harder. Lack of fangs does make drawing blood much more of a chore but then, the fact that it hurts more is probably nice at the moment. He's at least going to bite hard enough to break flesh a little.

Not that his concentration on that is keeping him from continuing to to twist and abuse one nipple and then the other, intending to leave Emet-Selch sore. He smirks against Emet's skin at the return scratches and groping but he's being relentless right now.\

[His face dusts pink in equal measure due to the outright denial and the bite. He arches again, breathe hitching as he's almost gasping for air, squirming under him, and there is no mistake to the erection that is building.

The cuffs clink and hit the floor. Bravo.

As for the hands at his chest, he is trying to pull away and get closer at the same time. He gets a small grunt when he pulls to hard. A sound pulled from the back of his throat.

And well, he can't keep up the concentration at his own ministrations so he simply pulls at his hips trying to drag him impossibly closer.]

[He glances at Emet-Selch as the cuffs fall off and he can't help being thoroughly smug at the blush on his cheeks, at the less than focused way he's pulling at his hips.

He licks the messy bite he's left, and finally stops playing with Emet's poor, abused, and probably bruising nipples.

At least with his hands, they drag down to Emet's hips to work his pants off but his mouth dips to bite the already sensitive nipples his fingers just abandoned.]

[He yelps when bitten, cheeks reddening further, finger clutching at his shoulders, and enjoying every moment of it. His tongue runs over his own bottom lip shortly after. Oh, so badly does he want to taste him again.

He hasn't lost his wits enough to be fully useless in the pants removal department, so he does lift his hips to accommodate disrobing, but that leaves Lahabrea in way too many layers.

Problem. He doesn't have the wits to remove his pants, so, instead, he runs his fingers over the front of them, cupping, and raking over the cloth. Barely there touches.]

[He rises to his own knees just to get Emet's pants off enough, humming in pleasure at the light, almost entirely unsatisfying return touches.

Task accomplished he slides his fingers around Emet's erection, stroking him once, and again, gently, softly like he might be intending to do this normally...

And then twists his hand, so his nails rake the underside of Emet's shaft as he drags them up, sharply. He's careful about that, not quite sure how much pain to apply to so sensitive a place, so it's not even enough to mark the skin, but it won't be what's normally considered a good time.]

[He does let out out a hiss that is more pain than pleasure and don't even doubt he's enjoying every second of it. Pushing up into his hand even.

And sorry Lahabrea, as much as he would enjoy attending him, his thoughts have been scattered.]

Y-You're ... you're being relentless.

[It's not a complaint.]

[Scattering his thoughts is the intention, he feels rather smug achieving it even. He presses his thumb hard to the top of Emet's dick, alternating stroking him with light scratches.]

That is the idea. Especially given the limited resources at our disposal.

[This isn't the ideal place to have his way with Emet-Selch but he shall be as thorough as he can.]

Hm... In fact.

[He lets go, getting out of Emet-Selch's lap.]

Stand up, turn around.

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