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[ there is a bit of disappointment as Emet-Selch moves away, fingertips trailing on whatever he can of the scar as he pulls back --

but watching him go between his legs is an acceptable trade-off. Absinthe's already quite hard and feeling Emet-Selch's tonuge on him only encourages that; he brings a hand back to the other man's hair to resume his tight hold in it. ]

I suppose -- that is fair.

If you are feeling neglected, do voice your concerns.

[He squeezes his thighs with an appreciative low hum before taking him into his mouth.]

[ there's a deep, satisfied groan -- and he resists the urge to buck up, letting Emet-Selch control the pace for a moment but keeping a tight enough hold in his hair it may be evident he's holding back. ]

It is difficult to feel ... Overly neglected, with your mouth on me.

[He can't reply, but he will take him nearly to the back of his throat humming as he does. His fingers will massage the insides of his thighs.]

[ he shudders, voice rough, at both being in his mouth that deep and the vibrations he feels around him -- and he doesn't resist the urge to move now, rocking his hips a few inches up and pushing down with his hand in the same motion as if somehow trying to get deeper. ]

[An attempt will be made to take the extra length, but he does falter a little. He pulls off a few seconds later, contemplative, before sitting up and placing a few fingers at Absinthe's lips in request.]

[ his lips purse when Emet-Selch pulls back, almost pouting -- over so soon? -- but he understands the request easily enough and parts his mouth, moving his free hand to take Emet-Selch's wrist as his tongue slides over the underside of his fingers. ]

[Normally he would stroke his cock during this. Just a few strokes to keep his partner needy, but instead he is watching Absinthe intently, fingers twitching slightly in his mouth while a blush spreads over his cheeks.]

[ thankfully he doesn't need help to keep needy! he's parting his mouth further to take more of them in, pushing Emet-Selch's wrist along gently for that, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks -- and meeting Emet-Selch's eyes as he does, lips spreading around his fingers into a smirk. ]

[That's cheating but really delightful. He blushes further and breaks eye contact. His fingers are wet enough, but he lets them linger in his mouth for a few moments more.]

[ he takes that moment when Emet-Selch has looked away to nip lightly at them -- teasing more than anything, somewhat proud of himself for getting such a reaction out of the other man, stroking at his wrist with his thumb. ]

[That gets a reedy sound and he's tugging his hand away, task complete.]

[ he laughs, breathless as Emet-Selch pulls away, licking his lips ]

It is rare to see you so flustered.

I suppose I can be a little more open considering recent developments.

[Said like a cat preening themselves as he slips a finger in his ass and dips his head down to continue to suck his cock.]

It's charming -- mm!

[ he would tease more except that finger in his ass is, to put it lightly, a Distraction. his breath hitches and he props himself up on an elbow to be able to better watch, hand dropping to Emet-Selch's hair once again, quite easily able to relax for that slick finger. ]

[That's a nice sound as he takes him further down to his throat and also wastes no time inserting another finger. He is languish in his attentions truly trying to pamper him.]

Emet-Selch.

[ he tries to be mindful of not using his real name during a game -- it's very hard though, when he has two fingers inside of him and his cock so deep in Emet-Selch's mouth and throat he can hardly think. his voice comes out as a husky hiss and he rocks impatiently forward, knees drawing up a bit as if inviting, nails digging into his scalp. ]

[He gives an amused chuckle around him which probably results in a hum as he takes him as far as he is able. He does try to hold his hip down with one hand to prevent him from pushing further, but that is the least of his concerns at the moment.

His primary concern is curly his two fingers inside him. Pushing and flexing further into him and rubbing inside him where it makes him squirm.]

[ he'll keep trying to push regardless, not terribly patient at the moment, breath hitching when Emet-Selch's fingers press in and rub against his prostate; he tips his head back and groans throatily. there's a sort of tug at his hair, not to make him stop but to urge him to continue, though he can't tell if he wants to hurry up and finish now or wait till Emet-Selch can be inside of him properly. ]

[He takes him in his mouth as deep as he can running his tongue underneath. But then he pulls off for air, breathing somehow required! He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as removes his finger, leaning back and enjoying the look of him.

He spits into his hand, slicking up his own cock before tugging at Absinthe's hips, lining himself up but not entering. Instead he leans forward and kisses him on the lips ever so gently.]

[ he almost makes a complaint at the complete lack of contact that leaves him with for a moment, cock still slick with Emet-Selch's saliva, feeling surprisingly empty without his fingers --

he's more than ready to kiss him back, though. and while Emet-Selch is gentle Absinthe's need, his want shows in the fierceness of his kiss, already parting his mouth to deepen it while his arms wrap around his shoulders and his knees spread wide for him. ]

[He will grab his hip with one hand and seat himself fully then matching the fierceness of the kiss as he does.]

[ there's almost a keening sound against Emet-Selch's lips as he enters him, openly needy and wanting as he rocks up towards him to accept that -- and at this angle he can hook his legs around Emet-Selch's hips and tug him closer as if he could possibly be deeper, an encouragement to move already. ]

[Then he's going to push into him repeatedly at a clipped pace trying to go deeper each time. He kisses his throat, his shoulder, his jaw drinking in those sounds.]

[ he groans at every deep thrust into him; his hands roam restlessly till they're almost clawing at Emet-Selch's back, raking red lines down his spine, his hips raising to meet the pace of those thrusts. with his mouth freed he can murmur his name like he's chanting it, each one more needy-sounding than the last. ]

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