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[Breathes out through his nose at the display. You are such a difficult man all the time, Absinthe. He runs the fingers of one hand in his hair. Less like petting. More like twining it around his fingers if he ever gets the urge to pull.]

You didn't even give me the honors of removing that hat of yours.

[ he wouldn't be as lovable if he were easy!

he laughs, low, one arm raising to loop around Emet-Selch's shoulder to help keep him just somewhat upright. ]

I can go and put it back on, if you were so eager to.

[ his tone is light, teasing. ]

And ruin your contented sprawl? Perish the thought.

[Kneading fingers into Absinthe's scalp. If he pulls back swaths of dead skin, that might be a mood killer though, buddy. Wedging his other elbow between the legs slung over the arm rest so that he can prop his chin in his hand and gaze down at him.]

[ he has a perfectly normal scalp!! only the scent of cologne might be a little more noticeable as close as they are.

Absinthe tilts his head back, letting his eyes slide half-shut for a moment; ]

Another time, then -- I'll remember to leave it on.

[ before he pulls himself up a bit more, his free hand raising to start trying to undo Emet-Selch's tie. ]

Yes, another time. Provided the performance tonight.

[He holds the strands of his hair tightly for a moment as if he's going to block the move to pull himself up. There is a sharp tug, just one, before he lets the strands go and rests his fingers at the back of his neck.

He keeps lazy eye contact with him the entire time.]

[ -- Absinthe grunts, the grip on Emet-Selch's tie tightening at the tug. when the other man's grip loosens he chuckles, low, and resumes his work in getting the tie off, not able to return his gaze while he's focused on doing that. ]

You don't expect ... I'll perform tonight? Or is it more of a challenge?

[ he pulls the tie free after it's undone. he doesn't seem to care in particular about keeping it nice and folded, tossing it towards the bed. ]

[He doesn't help nor hinder the removal of his tie. The only thing he does do is flick his gaze to follow the line of the toss of the article to the bed.]

I've lived a thousand thousand of your mortal lives. I don't expect anything new tonight.

[Well, except for the whole zombie aspect, but such minor details, right?

He scrapes gloved fingers from the base of Absinthe's neck and down his spine between his shoulder blades. Even though it is over the fabric of his red button-up shirt, it is hard enough to leave faint pink-white lines that fade in a few seconds.]

[ briefly he wonders if he should have been more zombied up for this, just to provide some more Variety. but on the other hand that probably would have made more of a mess than would be worth it. ]

I at least ... Hope not to bore you.

[ he's momentarily interrupted by the fingers going down between his shoulder blades -- he doesn't hide a pleased shiver at the contact, rolling his shoulders some before getting to work at pulling Emet-Selch's collar a bit further down.

that allows him the space to lean up, pressing his face in close enough he can nip at Emet-Selch's neck, playful. ]

Hmmm.

[A non-committal sound, almost a sigh, as he tilts his head further into his hand providing better access. There is a flash of warning mixed with mirth in his gold eyes, but only for an instant --- easily missed.

He continues the scrape down his back a few more inches before diverting down the side of his ribs.]

[ at his angle he doesn't quite spot the warning -- and regardless, even if he saw it he wouldn't be deterred. he parts his mouth to leave a wetter kiss before biting down, a bit harder, as if he intends to leave a mark. ]

[He closes his eyes letting a pleased rumble escape his throat. As long as there is no chewing involved or swatches of skin missing, Absinthe. Carry on.

The hand at Absinthe's side tugs at the clasp of his belt. A little difficult to do one handed, eyes closed, and distracted as he is, but given a few moments and attempts, he'll figure it out.]

[ he's behaving nicely! he'd ask if he were about to take an actual out of him anyway. he's polite like that.

his legs shift apart a bit wider to give him more space, while he himself starts focusing on undoing more of Emet-Selch's shirt. that gives him more room to move those little bites downwards at the encouragement he's hearing. he can't move much further down at the angle but the intent is certainly there. ]

[After he gets to the third button, he'll shift his neck away from any further bites --- as much as he can in the space provided --- and slips the belt out of the loops with a flourish.

He holds the leather near Absinthe's lips.]

Hold this.

[ his eyebrows raise - - and he'll go on and assume Emet-Selch doesn't want him to just reach up and grab it. it would be hard to in his position, anyway, unless he wanted to take his hand away from the very important task of undressing the other man further.

he plays along, tilting his head forward to take the belt in his teeth. meanwhile - - he's working at trying to get Emet-Selch's shirt completely open for himself, nails dragging down bare skin as he does. ]

[He actively tries to stop him once he gets about halfway down by attempting to gather his hands. Not that this prevents Absinthe from seeing the top of a wide scar on the lower half of his chest.]

Do have some patience.

[ there's a smile and he would probably have made some smarmy comment but, well the bit of leather in his mouth prevents that.

his lets Emet-Selch gather his hands but tries to lift them up, fingers spread, as if in surrender. ]

[Well, this chair has outlived its brief usefulness. He releases Absinthe's hand and tucks one arm under his knees and the other behind his back and stands.

....Really, being able to complete that move had an 80% success rate, but it seemed to work in his favor. No awkward spills on the carpet.

But he does attempt dump him on the bed.]

[ it's a deep cruelty that he can't make comments about how pampered he feels with the leather in his mouth. A deep one!!

He does cooperate with the dumping, lounging back on the bed but leaning up to try to tug Emet-Selch onto it with him. ]

[He takes only a brief pause to kick off his shoes before joining. He straddles him, a thigh on each side as he props his elbows up on Absinthe's chest. He finally plucks the belt from his mouth and discards it somewhere in the pillows before leaning his head again in one of the palms of his hands.]

[ he takes the chance to lick his lips, both cleaning up some of the saliva that had pooled and trying to get the taste of the leather out of his mouth, his hand skimming down Emet-Selch's back. ]

If you had wanted me to be silent... There are polite ways to ask.

'Tis not that...

[Smug and pleased. He makes no effort to hide that he enjoys the petting.]

I'm simply testing what you'll let me get away with.

[Tilting forward to kiss him properly.]

[ his hum has the ring of a laugh into the kiss but he at least returns it properly after, tilting his head, lifting his hand up to clutch at Emet-Selch's shorter hair and tug a bit in turn. ]

[Tilting his head and biting Absinthe’s lower lip in response to the tug. His fingers reach up to cup his cheeks before drawing the pads of his fingers down his throat to the collar of his shirt. Which he is trying to unbutton.]

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[ unlike Some Ascian absinthe could name, Absinthe allows for that -- invites it, even, tipping his head back some as if to make room for that. he won't try to return the favor again (yet), instead focusing on what he can reach of Emet-Selch's bare skin, cupping the back of his neck, parting his mouth to try to deepen the kiss. ]

[Look. A scar of a gaping hole through Emet-Selch’s stomach is not only unattractive, but has a lot of baggage that he has been flat out avoiding.

Thumbing along the curve of his collarbone before continuing to unbutton his shirt. About halfway down he will give the material a sharp tug to get at least some of it untucked from the waistband of his pants.

Going along with the deepening of the kiss trying to taste the hint of decay. Not quite sure if he likes it or not, but it is novel. He will have to admit that.]

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