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[ Considering that he is tilting his head to give him better access it probably does not bother him after all, and he's not even bothering to hide the pleased noise that escapes past his lips, hands tracing down his thighs now ]

Who's being shameless now?

I perform where I must, audience or no. I am rather used to being watched.

[That a nice noise and he continues to worry the spot as he lets out his own pleased sound at Five's wandering hands. His own fingers slide down his ribs and around his waist, soft touches. Though his goal is different as his search does find the knife that Five carries on him as he takes it out.]

Your wings should hide enough if anyone does end up running into us.

[ And that's all the courtesy he's going to spare whoever wants to use this restaurant for its actual intended purposes, because right now? he can't bring himself to care. ]

And what did you have in mind that you need to take away my weapons ...?

[He does laugh. Truly he didn't think Five would be this adventurous where the audience can see him. Not that he cares himself.

He does inspect the blade running his fingers along the metal.]

Borrow not take. It will be returned to you when I am finished. I don't have claws after all.

[To which he does bring the flat of it up to his neck where he just marked.]

[ Extra vampire confidence only made him horny and powerful he's unstoppable now.

And at the feeling of the blade against his neck his breath hitches, eyes drawn to Emet's face and the anticipation is so transparently obvious in them, but the fact he tightens his grip on his thigh just lightly probably doesn't help either ]

... Oh.

Just a few minor items before I start. One, is this desire actually yours or the game? And two, I would like to hear you say what it is you actually want.

[ he frowns at the questions, trying to give it some serious thought because it's Emet who's asking, after all. But eventually he lets his hand drop to his inner thigh, sliding up against his crotch ]

Rather than the game I think it's being a vampire that is having an effect of me. Drinking blood feels more pleasant than it has any right to be and every time it's a rush. I won't deny it is affecting my judgement.

But you putting a blade against my neck falls more under the "I never thought about it but it is quite nice, isn't it" category. And there never goes a moment in which I do not want you.

I want you to break my skin and take my blood, and mark me as yours all over. Last time they really faded too soon, didn't they ...?

[He hisses as his hand moves, but keeps the blade steady.]

I would ask then that you do not distract me while the blade is in play. I do not wish to cut any deeper than intended. And I did mean what I said before that I don't enjoy watching you bleed, but this is special. And I imagine the cuts will heal much quicker considering your newly acquired species.

[And he tilts the blade and begins to carve into a very low part of his neck. It isn't straight, but more curved. An arcane symbol, his symbol, curved lines with small petals. It bleeds red instead of dark pink, but close enough.]

If I distract you, then work harder to keep your hand steady—

[ his words are cut off by a shaky breath, and he lets his eyes fall shut at the feeling cutting into him. His pain tolerance is high in general, and if he was able to cut into his arm and dig into the wound with minimal fuss, this isn't going to alarm him.

But it still does surprise him how much he's enjoying it, all the more so when he realizes what it is that Emet is carving on him. Pain on its own doesn't really do it for him, but this act, being marked with what is essentially Emet signature definitely does, and he whines, biting on his lip shortly after.

If his excitement wasn't obvious before, it definitely is now ]

[Be glad he didn't try to draw his glyph or they'd be here long after the game ended. He does let a very smug expression cross his face at the whine as he puts the blade aside.]

Of course I would make it special. I do pay attention to the details. That besides, it is more pleasing than a simple line.

[He kisses right below his ear before he runs his tongue along the mark sucking lightly.]

[ Too elaborate for this!! But he brings a hand behind Emet's head as he lets out another pleased noise, definitely enjoying the feel of his mouth and tongue against the mark ]

You look insufferably smug right now.

And you adore every minute of it.

[He kisses and sucks the mark harder. Scraping teeth but ensuring not to smudge his handiwork. And while he's distracted, he will run a hand along his hip and slip it underneath cloth to fondle his cock.]

[ He arches into that touch, a low moan escaping past his lips as he grips on Emet's hair, and unsurprisingly he's already hard ]

No. I adore you. That's — different.

[He smiles at that against his skin as he places an almost reverent kiss on the mark.]

Of course you must clarify.

[He moves his head to take his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls Five's cock free pushing aside any garments that would get in the way. And since he's already hard that gives him plenty of room to roughly squeeze and stroke him sometimes scratching a few blunt nails across the tip.]

[ He can't believe he's doing this in public and with cameras around, but right now he can't bring himself to care. Emet's touch feels even more electrifying than usual, with the knowledge he's just been marked by him, and maybe the fact they're in public plays a factor in how turned on he is right now as well.

He tilts his head back, eyes falling shut again as he moans openly and shamelessly, hips rocking into his touch ]

Hades—

[Hades is absolutely taking advantage of his more adventurous spirit as he seals off the kiss drinking his name.

He keeps the hand stroking him steady, building him up evenly and squeezing harder whenever he bucks up into him. With his free hand he lets his fingers dance over the mark as his thumb rests on the other side of his neck. And then he constricts that hand ever so slightly impacting his airway.]

[ Shit. Add that to the list of things he never thought he'd be into, and yet.

Emet mentioned before that he'd been keeping notes on what he likes, so maybe it's not surprising that he's knows exactly what to do to bring him over the edge, touch him in just the right ways to build up pleasure.

But even then Five never would have expected him to try this, and even less, to actually enjoy it as much as he does. He lets out a loud, desperate cry against his lips and comes right then and there, to the feeling of airflow being cut off, and emet's hand on his neck. His body trembling lightly with the strength of it and his hand goes to his back, clutching against his clothes and keeping his grip tight, not wanting to let him go ]

[Possessiveness and having control taken away in very specific ways. It wasn't too surprising once Hades put two and two together. Being alone for so long having to make every decision. And it isn't as if all his guesses had been right.

He whispers words of affection in his ear as he comes down from his high. Still stroking. Still with that pressure around his neck to keep him a little light headed. But then he relents as he finds napkins to clean up his hand and Five. Sorry, restaurant staff.]

[ They're already in hell what's just a bit of voyeurism.

And it does feel particularly pleasant, losing control this way, feeling himself light headed from the lack of air and focusing on just pleasure and how nice Emet's voice sounds against his ear. He catches his breath when he relents, but doesn't both moving or trying to help with the cleaning up - Emet made this mess, he can clean it. But he does wrap his arms around him after a bit ]

That — was surprising.

[He's at least a considerate enough partner not to leave him a mess. And he does clean him up as best as he can and tugging his garments back into place.]

And delightful.

[He kisses his cheek fondly before sitting back in the booth tugging him into his lap letting him be as boneless as he likes.]

Call me greedy but I can't seem to get enough of you.

[ he lets out a little pleased hum at that, arms going around his neck and he rests fully against him - turns out completely boneless is his choice this time ]

Good. That's how I want it to be.

There is that humility.

[He picks him up and stands heading back towards the dorms. He feels a little woozy with the minor blood loss and the alcohol, but nothing that is going to hinder him.]

And you have one more task if I recall. Though we should probably finish that closer to the dorms. I don't think you could drag my sleeping form far. Unless vampires have a skill I'm unaware of.

Not vampires, but I do have several skills I could use to do the trick. I carried you once. That's all I need to be able to carry you again.

... But I don't think I care to complete it after all.

[ because he's far more interested in Emet's company itself, and he shifts so he can kiss his neck, nibbling on it right as he carries him ]

So perhaps we can do it in your room.

You did, and I did feel a little foolish for it.

[He hums at the attention to his neck as he does make his way back to the dorms.]

I am a bit light headed from the alcohol and the biting before. Go too far and I might drop you right here and now.

[ he laughs softly at the remark, but doesn't try to drink his blood again just yet - simply focuses on kissing his neck, keeping all bites gentle ]

With all the times you've been carrying me you absolutely can't complain about the few times I managed to do it to you.

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