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[All of it is exciting, delightful. Has Lahabrea biting his own lip at the pleasure really. Much more into this than is his wont but then, Emet being so into it is a major factor in any case.

He pauses again, to slide his fingers up Emet's spine in a gentle way. Petting his neck in a gesture both loving and possessive.

And then he hits him with the whip again, four times in a slow, measured pace so Emet feels each strike distinct from the next, two on his ass, two his thighs.]

[The soft touches between the rough is really enhancing all this. He full body shivers when fingers dance up his spine, body relaxing automatically.

And then the strikes come. Each gets a cry out of him as he's probably hitting or close to reddening skin. The first two are more gasps of air while the third is Lahabrea's name bitten in half before it can be fully articulated. The final is muffled because he's biting down on his lip to keep from shouting out.]

[That's absolutely music to his ears and again he pauses. Not just to enhance the experience, though that is mainly it, letting Emet-Selch revel in the pain before adding more. But also to look at Emet himself and make sure he's not inflicting too much. To give him touches filled with all his affection because as much as making him scream is the goal, sadism doesn't override his adoration.

Well, it seems fine for now.

He brushes fingertips over the back of Emet's ear, his neck, down his shoulders, kissing between shoulderblades and leaning back to gently caress reddened skin as well.

Perhaps this time he'll get his full name? He strikes again, once. Pause. Again on the other cheek. And then again. Again.]

[A few drops of blood are leaking from the corner of his mouth down his chin where he has bit is lip a little too hard. Though he doesn't even seem to notice as he continues to shiver and arch into the lighter touches. The contrast causing him to make small, keening noises.

But then he's back to swallowing noises as he whips him again. A futile effort as he hisses as moans as he leans further on his arms, his legs shaking and almost buckling. And then Lahabrea will finally get what he wants, a gasp of an exhale of his real name.]

[That's so much. He does stop again, placing a hand possessively at the back of Emet-Selch's neck, kissing the back of his head. The shell of his ear, the top of his shoulder.

The hand holding the belt gently brushes over Emet's thighs as well, pleasant and careful, leather and flesh caressing Emet.]

My dear friend. I do think you're enjoying yourself.

[He brushes the blood from Emet's chin and then leans back, still caressing his whip and hand over reddened marks.]

[There is no denying he's enjoying himself with the state of his arousal and the flush on his cheeks.

When he kisses his shoulder he leans back reaching up and tangling fingers in Lahabrea's hair. He lets a good portion of his weight settle against him on shaky legs when hands and whip caress. Perhaps 'can no longer stand' should have been a third option.

When he brushes the blood from his chin, he says his name again low and in their tongue as if he was trying to taste the sound of it.]

[Ah not fair at all really. He loops his arm around Emet to help steady him, kissing his shoulder again and petting his stinging flesh.

He'll drape the belt over his own shoulder, after a moment. Freeing his hand fully to caress Emet's hip while the other travels up his chest to push him back, let Emet lean on him like this, he can beat most of his weight for a little while.]

Yes, Hades?

Is this when you want me to beg?

[He tugs on his hair a little especially when he brushes over reddened marks. Now that he is fully resting against Lahabrea, he takes the hand at his hip and tries to move it forward to the part of him that is craving attention.]

[He lets Hades move his hand but all he does is lightly brush with his fingers, all teasing and no relief.]

Do feel free to. If like to hear it.

[Rolling his hips up into that light tough.]

Please.

[He kisses his neck, smiling at the word, holding Emet tighter. Warm and possessive. Curling his fingers around Emet's cock, stroking him carefully.]

[Those kisses are delightful, so he tilts his head to the side to allow him better access.

He lets out a shuddering breathe of relief even if the touch is still careful. It's enough to push his hips into and he's embarrassed enough about the very small amount of pleading he did.]

[The embarassment is appealing, would be without any sadism really. He tightens his hold, nipping where his lips are.]

[The nipping gets a low moan out of him because he really, really wishes to bite Lahabrea. To taste his blood, warm and thick.

Ah, but later as he continues to rock up into Lahabrea's hand. The hand at his wrist travels up his arm and shoulder to join with the other in his hair.]

[He pulls Emet tightly close, biting more sharply as he strokes him, pace picking up, a little rough, decidedly intending to get reactions.]

[At the sharper bite, he openly moans his name again followed by another 'please'. He's panting now, no longer trying to bite down any noises he's making. And he's rocking into Lahabrea's hand as his legs begin to quiver not it delightful pain but arousal and effort.

But still it isn't enough.

He removes one of his hand from Lahabrea's hair and reaches behind him, blindly groping for Lahabrea's hip to tug it forward so he can feel his cock on reddened skin.]

[He rocks his hips forward with little prompting, erection hard against Emet's sore flesh, and he is not remotely shy about grinding against him despite that soreness.

His hand settles on Emet's throat as well, squeezing lightly as he grinds against him.]

[That's stings delightfully and he makes sure to rock back into him before thrusting into his hand.

He hisses delightfully at the fingers around his throat, pulse racing even faster as he lets out in a hoarse voice.]

Harder.

[He is quite hard after all these ministrations and teasing and has almost moved beyond the enjoying the feeling to also chasing his release.]

[It is entirely appealing seeing Emet-Selch so wanton and enjoying himself.

Of course he's not that indulgent though, fingers squeezing his neck a moment, cock grinding against his ass painfully, but not doing anything more then lightly stroking Emet's own arousal.]

I do not believe you are in a position to demand.

[He let's out a choked sound, licking his lips, eyes bright with delight.]

Even after I begged?

[He lets go of Emet's cock, brings his hand back to fondle and then harshly slap his ass, still holding him by the throat.

The blow isn't the same force as earlier, but given the state of Emet's ass it doesn't need to be.]

You call that begging, my friend? Truly I've been too soft.

[Well, that gets a strangled noise out of him. And he looks back at him with a bit of a challenged and playful glare.

He leans flushed back against him straightening a little as he reaches behind him to stroke Lahabrea's cock.]

[He yanks lightly on Emet's neck, not letting him straighten, though he smiles at the stroking of his cock.]

So much pride. It's one of your beautiful qualities.

But you will have no satisfaction from me until you ask for it.

And you'll have not satisfaction until you are a bit more forceful, Lahabrea.

[Said as best and menacing as he can considering there are fingers around his throat. At least Lahabrea gets to feel every word as it bobs in his throat.

If he can't straighten, well, he has other plans. He does have longer arms after all. He'll stroke him a few more times letting his digits brush along the edge of his cock too soft to be of any gratifying feeling.

And then he'll grab Lahabrea's hips with both hands and tug him towards his backside. The act is stinging and makes him shiver much like whenever Lahabrea brushed up against reddened skin. And he's seeking to impale himself without preparation. Not that the angle makes this easy in any terms, but he's willing to try, try again.]

[He hums as Emet tries! It's not like this isn't quite pleasurable, for him. But he's not letting Emet have his way, lifting his free hand to shove in Emet's mouth, wetting his fingers forcefully, he presses them to Emet's entrance, two at once to sink in, rather curtailing Emet's attempts.]

Demanding. But I can work you up and keep you there, is that what you're asking for then? And here I thought you might like actual relief.

But you can beg for that when you've had enough.

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