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...If you can walk without wincing I did a terrible job.

I'll help you back to your room.

[Though how badly do we want to put on clothes, he's debating. At least enough for modesty probably]

[He hasn't stood up yet. It's kind of like declaring you aren't drunk and then you fall over immediately upon standing. He'll get there. The endorphin high will run its course soon.

Speaking of not moving though, he's just going to sit back and watch Lahabrea fish for clothes looking appreciatively at him.]

[Their clothes are so scattered and the elevator is showing signs of life. Ignoring the leering he sorts the clothing. Time to beat the time limit. Tossing Emet his own things and pulling his own pants properly on, shirt... just tuck, no time for buttons. Belts... go through one loop that's enough.

He'll help Emet too, but neither of them will be presentable. Simply pass as not actual nudists.

He gets his mask on barely at the last moment before the doors open to their floor. ]

[Ah, yes that will make him feel ever scrape and bruise and uggh.

Good thing this elevator wall is here so he can get up after being .... well, disheveled, doesn't even really cover it. But this elevator wall has been good to them. Thank you, wall.

He takes a step and immediately regrets it and grits his teeth as he keeps moving. Another strike against mortal vessels. He does lean on Lahabrea heavily though.]

[He wraps an arm around Emet's waist, roughly above where he stopped leaving marks, he hopes. And supports the man. It's not a long trek to his room and fortunately no one is in their path to see the completely debauched way they both look.

He'll steer Emet gently to bed, patting his side.]

I'm impressed you made it.

[Falling on the bed and tangling arms and legs get Lahabrea to fall with him. That is sure going to hurt if he actually lands on him, but oh well!]

It is a surprise. Now that I have the pleasure of moving I do feel quite thoroughly wrecked.

[He catches himself on arms and knees above Emet, carefully trying to lower himself next to him, rather than fall on or squish him.]

I perhaps got carried away.

Don't get shy now.

[He runs his fingers through his hair and over the shell of his ear.]

I daresay you took my requests to the letter --- every movement does remind me of you. And while I may be sore, I am thoroughly satisfied.

[Tugging him to lay on top of him.]

[Oh no, his weak spots. His eyes flutter closed a moment but he does let himself be pulled on top of Emet. Better than falling on him anyway.]

I would hate to hear you complain that I was negligent.

[He stretches out carefully, fine, he'll use Emet as a mattress, sliding fingers into his hair and looking down at him.]

I am glad you are well pleased. I greatly enjoyed the effort myself.

[He will keep up the petting motion moving to scratch the base of his scalp. What nice expressions!]

Why would I not be pleased? The lion's share of the work fell onto you. Though I do feel a good soak would be rather divine. Unfortunately, our tub is hardly big enough for it. Would it bother you if we accidentally scandalized the others at the spa?

[He sighs and relaxes into that a moment, then sits up reluctantly.]

It would not. They're all capable of handling it. [Except Wifi maybe but well. He rolls off of Emet to get up and collect things for after the soak, like, clothes that aren't a mess maybe, before he returns to help Emet up.]

I might have done more work but you were hardly idle. And you will be feeling the effects longer.

[He is pulled up with a wince as he was getting comfortable with those numb spots. And he doesn't help letting Lahabrea gather everything before they make their way to their destination.]

To give and to take. Sometimes I do find this Garlean form a bit cumbersome.

[As he undresses, which considering their state doesn't take long, he will find a mirror just to see what he will be contending with for the next few days.]

It would be nice being closer in height, for this kind of thing.

[Look he doesn't expect help Emet gets pampering right now. He puts their things somewhere neatly, both the clean clothes and the dirty and then does look Emet over himself.

Yeah.

He did leave uh. A few. Marks. Everywhere. Good luck being able to sit down without wincing especially, Emet-Selch.]

[He traces lightly over a few of them on his neck with a hum before joining him in the water. And he does very gingerly attempt to sit with a hiss of pain. Though even now he seems to be enjoying it.]

Mmmm. Sometimes. At least for me it will be easier to pin you if I so desired.

[And if Lahabrea is close he's going to pull him into his lap despite how everything on his backside and back of thighs burn.]

Certainly, it makes your job easier in that case.

[He allows this, going with it when Emet makes what he wants known, though he does rub his palms over Emet's sides soothingly as he moves before settling in though.

He's not sorry about any of the bruises he's left.]

[He does hiss at the extra weight on his reddened skin, but simply dips his head to kiss Lahabrea's temple. He does smile at the touch to his sides as he wraps his arms around him.]

Indeed. Now. I have one more indulgence to take, but do you have any requests before that happens.

Do try not to go overboard.

[As if he has room to talk about going overboard considering Emet's everything. But he leans on the other man, relaxed.]

No, I don't. I'm quite satisfied at the moment.

[Smugly so even. Those marks will last at least a few days even with hell healing.]

I don't think I be the one worrying if I go overboard.

[Tucking his hair over his ear and kissing his neck softly.]

Last chance to change your mind.

[Though his other hand it tight around his waist as if to trap him there.]

[Honestly this is pleasant, he relaxes more against Emet-Selch, the warm water and being held quite satisfying. He slides a hand into Emet's hair, exhaling slowly, content.]

Well, do try not to let me drown if I pass out.

[Not that he needs to request that but he can't help the snark.]

I'd be more worried about the blood loss, but I do have blood transfusion equipment in my room should I get over-zealous.

[He uses the hand around his waist to stroke his cock not nearly inviting a round two, but enough to quicken his pulse so he can sink his teeth into it.]

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Don't get carried away then--

[He stops, inhaling again sharply. The touch on his cock does get some response of course, it's pleasant and has, as Emet-Selch wants, his blood quickening. Though it's the bite that really stops him, gets him to grip Emet's arm without trying to do anything more than just hold onto him.]

[He removes his hand from his cock, rubbing circles on his thigh with his thumb a few times before supporting his back.

And then he drinks and he drinks waiting to feel a flutter in that pulse of Lahabrea's.]

[He leans more heavily on Emet, the warm water and previous activities do make him feel bonelessly weak already, without the induced bloodloss.

His breath hitches, after a little while, pulse fluttering a bit raggedly, fingers curling into Emet-Selch's arm as he starts to feel short of breath from the lack of blood, his chest tight. Emet-Selch could go a bit further without exactly endangering him but from this point it would require a finer bit of judgment.

He doesn't say stop or squirm or protest though, just struggles to breathe deeper, all his weight on Emet now, dizzy and pale but perfectly trusting.]

[He removes his fangs and licks the wound before peppering the rest of his neck and ear with kisses probably spreading blood across his skin. He pulls his head back to look upon him.]

Now, who looks positively ravishing?

[He holds him firmly so he doesn't slip into the water, but his fingers still make small kneading motions into his back. He waits to see if Lahabrea is up for continuing.]

[He is a little boneless! Or bloodless. He laughs, but it's breathless, leaning his head on Emet's shoulder as he lets himself rest a moment. Moving right now definitely feels like a good way to pass out, but after a few moments recovery he can at least lazily trace his fingertips up and down Emet's arm. So he's still lively enough to respond, though his voice is soft.]

You like seeing me this way, hm? I'm trying to figure out which part is the appeal.

At this rate neither of us will be able to stand, you know.

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