[ 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. ]
[He mummers pleased sounds at the scratches. Looks like it is something he can enjoy under the right circumstances. And, oh, he does love his name on Absinthe's tongue.
He reaches down between them and strokes his cock as mindful of it as he can be between each thrust into him.]
[ he hisses -- satisfaction as he finally feels the hand at his cock, more loudly vocal as to his pleasure compared to normal, as if he's letting more of himself go as well as opening himself up more to Emet-Selch.
it's very romantic! despite (or because of?) being next to the dead body.
he's pushing up towards the hand, gasping breathlessly with pleasure as he gets closer, digging his fingers in hard enough to his back like he's trying to bruise him. he's not going to say he's close but Emet-Selch can probably tell based on how erratic his own movements are getting. ]
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He reaches down between them and strokes his cock as mindful of it as he can be between each thrust into him.]
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it's very romantic! despite (or because of?) being next to the dead body.
he's pushing up towards the hand, gasping breathlessly with pleasure as he gets closer, digging his fingers in hard enough to his back like he's trying to bruise him. he's not going to say he's close but Emet-Selch can probably tell based on how erratic his own movements are getting. ]