[He blushes lightly at the kisses, though his mask is great at hiding most of it. Sorry about that. His fingers slide back to cup the back of Emet's neck, resting there.]
Not to say this form lacks its appeals, it is nice. But hardly the sum of you.
[They don't usually do anything with it on certainly.
He still reacts anyway, quiet as he ever is but with little inhales and digging his fingers into Emet's neck with each little nip and bite, arching up against his knee somewhat.]
Well, what--our senses lack, we do make up for with one another as best we may.
Oh, what delightful sounds. Surely I can pull more out than that.
[Still rubbing between his legs as he leans back and really looks at him. Taking note of how his chest rises and falls with each breathe, his lips, his throat as he swallows. It is all really captivating.
He reaches down and begins to undo his belt and tug off his pants.]
Vocal, but not loud. I would savor you for myself.
[Stripping him but then after a moment's consideration he tugs him to sit in his lap, back to chest hands roaming down his front as he continues to nip and kiss at his ear.]
[He is not loud, for better or worse. But he does make a soft noise as he is tugged back into Emet's lap, adjusting and leaning against him, reaching one arm back to tangle at the back of his head in his hair, holding onto Emet-Selch and making a little noise at the attention.
[His thighs part, leaning back against Emet-Selch as he's caressed and teased. And he does make noise, softly, a little hiss of pleasure at the touch to his nipple, a hitch of breath at the nails to his sensitive inner thighs, inhaling sharply at the squeeze to his cock. His fingers dig into Emet's scalp and his back rests more heavily to his chest as he breathes a bit sharp and quick.]
You seem to be making due well enough without. Though truthfully I would that I could feel your soul to mine.
[He cannot help the hitched way his breatch catches, easily felt under Emet-Selch's hand on his throat. He leans back more comfortably on the man, it isn't as if Emet isn't quite large enough to take his weight, so he'll relax, biting his lip in pleasure at the attention, somewhat frustrated he can only reach back to lightly touch or hold the back of Emet's head from this position.]
So you complain, yet you seem to be doing well enough.
[Continuing to restrict his air, letting the gasps filter through his fingers. It's not enough to make him dizzy or on the verge of losing awareness just a pressure ever present.]
I would be disappointed if I couldn't pleasure you even like this.
[He takes his weight easily bowing his head so he has easier access as he begins to stroke his cock in earnest, tight and quick, in order to draw sounds from him.]
[The pressure is pleasant at that level, a little heady on top of what else Emet is doing.
And of course simply being touched and held by the other man is its own pleasure.
He grips Emet's hair a little tightly as he rocks into his touch. Not trying to make noise but not holding it back when a soft moan or gasp escapes him either, relaxing into it.]
[He keeps stroking him both hard an gentle scrapes. As for the hand on his neck he keeps the pressure but his grip is large enough to pull it to the top of his throat so he can press two fingers to his lips asking for entrance.]
[He parts his lips easily, licking and sucking on Emet's fingers with no reservation whatsoever, though it does keep whatever noises he'd make at the rest of the delightful attention more muffled.]
[The attentiveness makes him blush. He knew it would, but there is little he could do to prepare as he lets a few very indulgent sounds out of his lips.
But he pulls them out after a bit of indulgence as he scout him up on his lap so he can gently insert a finger.]
[He really does need to bully Emet's hands more. But he's only given some time to thoroughly attend them before the fingers are removed and he sighs at the loss, rocking up on his knees cooperatively.
The finger has him inhaling, sharply, even though he's ready for it. He relaxes against Emet as his eyes close to take it, breathing slowly.]
[He stretches him a little before adding the second. With his free hand he does attempt to get him to relax against him. He has no problem bearing his weight and finding a position to pleasure him in.
He kisses the shell of his ear, his, cheek, his neck letting him adjust. One hand does go back to his neck but to hold it up and not squeeze, at least not yet.]
[He has little issue relaxing back against Emet, and he does make some cute noises at the combination of kisses and touches, squirming on his fingers some as he adjusts.
He lets go of Emet's hair to capture the hand on his neck. Not because it's not nice there, but because he can lift it to his lips instead, kissing Emet's palm and the tips of each finger.]
[He shudders as Lahabrea takes his hand. He can't suppress the shiver so instead he runs the flat of his tongue down the side of his neck in retaliation, biting at the juncture of throat and shoulder.
And he does enjoy those noises as he digs in further searching for his prostrate so he can run the pad of his finger over it.]
[His fingers tighten around Emet's wrist, body going stiff as the bite coincides with that brush of fingers over prostate and all he can do is arch against Emet-Selch, breath stuttering and cheeks red. A soft keen of pleasure escaping his lips as he presses then to the man's palm once more.]
[He's going to continue to brush over that spot in continuous uneven time intervals to keep him on edge, internally thanking himself that he has such long fingers in comparison.
And he does coo in his own way at the palm kissing, but it isn't nearly as enticing as watching Lahabrea writhe. He thumbs his chin before moving his hand to take one of Lahabrea's free one and placing it over Lahabrea's cock.]
[It's really an unfair advantage, and has Lahabrea gasping and making little noises more than he would like! But it feels incredibly good, and he gives up holding onto Emet's hand, letting his own be dragged down to circle his own cock.]
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[He is content to lounge, cupping his face.]
But it is hardly your form I think of or refer to when I speak of you.
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[He leans down and kisses his neck, brushing hair to the side before nipping at the shell of his ear.]
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Not to say this form lacks its appeals, it is nice. But hardly the sum of you.
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[It's fine. He's quite endeared to have the mask on truthfully.
He nips and bites softly at his ear while resting a thigh between his legs ensuring to rub up against him.]
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He still reacts anyway, quiet as he ever is but with little inhales and digging his fingers into Emet's neck with each little nip and bite, arching up against his knee somewhat.]
Well, what--our senses lack, we do make up for with one another as best we may.
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[Still rubbing between his legs as he leans back and really looks at him. Taking note of how his chest rises and falls with each breathe, his lips, his throat as he swallows. It is all really captivating.
He reaches down and begins to undo his belt and tug off his pants.]
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You want me to be vocal so openly? We are hardly anywhere private.
[Not that he's terribly noisy in private. But really!]
When did you take an interest in such displays?
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[Stripping him but then after a moment's consideration he tugs him to sit in his lap, back to chest hands roaming down his front as he continues to nip and kiss at his ear.]
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[He is not loud, for better or worse. But he does make a soft noise as he is tugged back into Emet's lap, adjusting and leaning against him, reaching one arm back to tangle at the back of his head in his hair, holding onto Emet-Selch and making a little noise at the attention.
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[He wedges his knees between his things to have him straddle over his bent legs giving him a more delightful view.]
If only they would gift us our abilities. How do I long to overwhelm you until you are senseless. Perhaps here..
[Thumbing and pinching over a nipple as he moves lowers.]
... and here ...
[Scratching the inside of his thighs.]
...and of course. But all at once.
[Grabbing his erection at the base and with a tight squeeze and running down the length of it.]
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You seem to be making due well enough without. Though truthfully I would that I could feel your soul to mine.
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With his other hand he grabs his throat tilting his head back thumb stroking a line down it. He squeezes just slightly.]
But how I could overwhelm you with them. To feel your response in return with our souls curled together.
I suppose I will have to do with what's given.
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So you complain, yet you seem to be doing well enough.
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I would be disappointed if I couldn't pleasure you even like this.
[He takes his weight easily bowing his head so he has easier access as he begins to stroke his cock in earnest, tight and quick, in order to draw sounds from him.]
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And of course simply being touched and held by the other man is its own pleasure.
He grips Emet's hair a little tightly as he rocks into his touch. Not trying to make noise but not holding it back when a soft moan or gasp escapes him either, relaxing into it.]
I do not think you are capable of failing that.
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But he pulls them out after a bit of indulgence as he scout him up on his lap so he can gently insert a finger.]
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The finger has him inhaling, sharply, even though he's ready for it. He relaxes against Emet as his eyes close to take it, breathing slowly.]
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He kisses the shell of his ear, his, cheek, his neck letting him adjust. One hand does go back to his neck but to hold it up and not squeeze, at least not yet.]
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He lets go of Emet's hair to capture the hand on his neck. Not because it's not nice there, but because he can lift it to his lips instead, kissing Emet's palm and the tips of each finger.]
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[He shudders as Lahabrea takes his hand. He can't suppress the shiver so instead he runs the flat of his tongue down the side of his neck in retaliation, biting at the juncture of throat and shoulder.
And he does enjoy those noises as he digs in further searching for his prostrate so he can run the pad of his finger over it.]
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[His fingers tighten around Emet's wrist, body going stiff as the bite coincides with that brush of fingers over prostate and all he can do is arch against Emet-Selch, breath stuttering and cheeks red. A soft keen of pleasure escaping his lips as he presses then to the man's palm once more.]
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And he does coo in his own way at the palm kissing, but it isn't nearly as enticing as watching Lahabrea writhe. He thumbs his chin before moving his hand to take one of Lahabrea's free one and placing it over Lahabrea's cock.]
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