[ it's quickly evident that his erection didn't fade even through their little chat - - and he spreads his legs to offer more room, breaking the kiss to nip at his jaw, lazy but still indulgent. ]
[With the bare minimum required to get clothing out of the way accomplished, he lets fingers of one hand comb through Absinthe's hair as he tilts his head to give more access.]
You'll have to pardon me for not making this a prolonged experience.
[He takes him in his hand, thumb running circles of the tip a few times before he begins stroke in earnest. A simple hand job.]
[ Absinthe is receptive to the touch despite their little spat, his hips lifting up to rock into his hand. he's not overly noisy but his voice is breathy against Emet-Selch's neck - - ]
[Petting his hair as he works him, twisting his wrist at the end of strokes at times or letting blunt nails scrape along veins. He snorts at the reply.]
[ -- he does groan, especially when the nails scrape against his cock, and it really doesn't seem like it'll take much more than this; he was already worked up enough from torturing Emet-Selch as he did that the urgency in the way his hips push up into the motions ramps up very readily ]
[Continuing then apace. Keeping the same motions. He sees no reason to prolong this.
He pulls his hand from Absinthe's hair to run his thumb along his own belly. The gashes aren't gushing freely, and there is more than enough blood to meet his goals. He reaches up and paints Absinthe's bottom lip with his own blood.]
[ that sparks something else in him -- a different sort of hunger; he's gone so long just eating the limbs for purchase from the shop that having someone else's blood on his lip means he can't resist poking his tongue out, swiping at that, shuddering at the taste --
and as if on Emet-Selch's command he comes with a sharp intake of breath, eyes closing and mouth parted, spilling into his hand. ]
[He strokes him through it and will wipe his hand on Absinthe's hip when he's done.
A cruel grin of his own spreads across his face for a moment when he watches him lick his lips, a testament that he is hardly taking what happened earlier with grace. It passes after a few moments and he kisses the side of Absinthe's temple.]
And with that performance complete, I will take my leave. Good day, Absinthe.
[ he can't miss that look and an unpleasant little smile crawls its way back on his own face, even in the afterglow of his orgasm. he moves to sit more fully, lifting his hand up to wipe his mouth. ]
Feel free to call on me if you require assistance licking your wounds, hmm?
[ it's obviously meant more as a jab than a serious proposal, both at himself and Emet-Selch. ]
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You'll have to pardon me for not making this a prolonged experience.
[He takes him in his hand, thumb running circles of the tip a few times before he begins stroke in earnest. A simple hand job.]
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I suppose... You are excused.
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You and your manners.
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[ -- he does groan, especially when the nails scrape against his cock, and it really doesn't seem like it'll take much more than this; he was already worked up enough from torturing Emet-Selch as he did that the urgency in the way his hips push up into the motions ramps up very readily ]
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[Continuing then apace. Keeping the same motions. He sees no reason to prolong this.
He pulls his hand from Absinthe's hair to run his thumb along his own belly. The gashes aren't gushing freely, and there is more than enough blood to meet his goals. He reaches up and paints Absinthe's bottom lip with his own blood.]
Come.
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and as if on Emet-Selch's command he comes with a sharp intake of breath, eyes closing and mouth parted, spilling into his hand. ]
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A cruel grin of his own spreads across his face for a moment when he watches him lick his lips, a testament that he is hardly taking what happened earlier with grace. It passes after a few moments and he kisses the side of Absinthe's temple.]
And with that performance complete, I will take my leave. Good day, Absinthe.
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Feel free to call on me if you require assistance licking your wounds, hmm?
[ it's obviously meant more as a jab than a serious proposal, both at himself and Emet-Selch. ]
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[Ah, truth effects. He crawls over him and gathers his shirt and jacket tossing them on his shoulders similar to a cape.
He gives him a thoughtful look before simply taking his leave towards the door.]