[ 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.]
[ 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.]
[ Absinthe would think it's attractive but it's true it may be a turn off for some
similarly -- now that Emet-Selch's this close it's impossible to completely miss the smell of decay, even with the cologne Absinthe is wearing. it's not like it could reach his mouth, after all, and the mix of the scent and the taste may not be too pleasant.
Absinthe lets out a soft, encouraging noise into the kiss before his hand dances down to Emet-Selch's hips, teasing at his own pants, as if seeing if he'd be denied getting those off too. ]
[Breaking off and then kissing the corner of his mouth. He hums. The decay and cologne combination is a little off putting, but honestly not that much. He’s is here for the company as insufferable as the man can be.]
[Fingers push aside Absinthe’s shirt and taps his fingers against his exposed sternum. After a moment’s thought he removes his own gloves with his teeth.]
[As Absinthe’s fingers reach at his hip, he grinds slowly into him once — a wordless invitation.]
[ he's caught for a moment, watching Emet-Selch take his gloves off, wondering briefly if he should offer to help - -
but the thought's gone when he feels the other man grinding against him. his fingers slide under his pants, teasing, before he moves to start undoing them more properly, given the invitation.
now bared, too - - his own chest is far from flawless, scars both fresher looking and old patterning him, from whip marks to stab wounds to what look like broader blade slashes. ]
[Running an index finger down the older scars and lashes. Not very original, but definitely hard to resist when there is a pattern. Right there! To be followed.]
Now, who would want to hurt you, you being as agreeable as you are?
[His lip turn up into a smile --- really a smirk --- as Absinthe's fingers dip below his garments. Is he moving to a position to make the next steps of removal easier? Of course not.]
Respecting my demands. Asking permission. Adhering to boundaries. My, are you always so amenable, or am I just getting the first date treatment?
[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.
[ the nails digging into his skin drive a hiss from him, though he doesn't exactly sound displeased - - before he laughs, resuming his work at getting Emet-Selch's pants undone, tossing his belt to the side once he has it opened and unwound from the belt loops. ]
I shall refrain from saying as much, then. I only wonder - - how far you will let me push.
[Doesn’t hinder the movement. In fact, it gives him the opportunity to push the shirt of his shoulders once he is above him — a task not with the effort prior. He props himself up on an elbow so he can kiss and nip at his neck looking for a pulse point.]
[ he straddles Emet-Selch's legs and lets out a pleased sigh at the nips to his neck, tipping his head for that.
one hand raises to clutch at his hair, while the other braces at his shoulder. he drops his hips to grind his ass shamelessly down against Emet-Selch's hips, suggestive. ]
[If he is getting more access to his neck, he is most certainly going to abuse it. He uses enough pressure to make the skin color with his teeth before placing almost chaste kisses over the mark. He finds a new spot down his collar shortly after. Rinse. Repeat.
The grind gets a breathy moan out of him. Fingers move down his back, across his hips to start unfastening garments and pushing them down.]
[ the mix of the bites and the kisses has him shuddering a bit more openly, skin flushed, and when he presses his hips down again his erection will be apparent. he does let up briefly to let Emet-Selch tug his pants down, freeing his cock.
he wants to push down again but instead takes the chance to try to pull Emet-Selch's pants down further, at least past his hips. ]
[Lifting his hips to assist the action making sure to brush up firmly against him as he does. In regards to the garments from the waist down, he seems to be of similar intent. Though, Absinthe still has his shoes on...
Emet-Selch will sit almost upright, chest to chest to reach around him in order to remove them. It is more blind groping than not as he's kissing behind his ear at the same time.]
[ he settles his weight back enough he can maneuver his legs to allow for that, tipping his head with an amused sort of huff before dropping his hands to work at getting his own pants off entirely, tossing them to the side. ]
[ he laughs at that, settling his weight down against Emet-Selch's legs once now that he's fully unclothed and dropping his hand to grab the base of his cock - - only giving a light squeeze. ]
I must say, it's a pleasant change of pace hearing that.
[He would push up into his hand, but there is a certain weight on his legs that might be causing complications. He will arch though, threading one hand into his hair and speaking by his ear.]
And how else would you like to be complimented? Your eyes. Your voice. Your kisses.
[He doesn't wait for an answer though and he brings their lips together, tongue slipping between teeth.
Almost unclothed --- he's still being fussy about the shirt. Though why he bothers is a mystery. Pushing it up barely in inch will reveal the base of the scar.
And with his free hand he'll return the favor, running two fingers down his cock from tip to base.]
[ he doesn't really have a kink for praise but he's enjoying the fact that Emet is obliging his request regardless - - and groans into the other man's mouth before returning the kiss, tongue pressed against his, the sickly sweet mix of cologne and decay probably brought back to the forefront.
he's free to move his own hips, too, rocking back and then forward into Emet-Selch's grip. more fully he grips his cock, too, stroking along his length.
his free hand moves to tease at the bottom of that shirt, ruck it just slightly upward, as if he's seeing what he can get away with while Emet-Selch is focused on the kiss. ]
[Some logical part of his brain tells him he should dislike the taste of decay, but he doesn't. But He really just doesn't care. Running his tongue across teeth before meeting again. Not coming up for air just yet.
Though he does spill a low sound out of his throat when Absinthe starts stroking, hips rising to meet. In return he grips Absinthe's cock firmly, thumb circling over the head.
He is not going to be paying particular mind to his shirt when there are other sensations that have his full attention. Carry on.]
[ excellent. he will take advantage of his distraction, then, not only trying to push up the shirt but entirely starting to work at the buttons. it's still one handed so it's not the most graceful thing in the world but he makes up for it with enthusiasm!
and as if to distract further from that his nail idly drags against the tip of Emet-Selch's cock, not rough but certainly noticeable against sensitive flesh, voicing his own pleasure as a groan into the kiss. he's breathing through his nostrils but it's quick, uneven. ]
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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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similarly -- now that Emet-Selch's this close it's impossible to completely miss the smell of decay, even with the cologne Absinthe is wearing. it's not like it could reach his mouth, after all, and the mix of the scent and the taste may not be too pleasant.
Absinthe lets out a soft, encouraging noise into the kiss before his hand dances down to Emet-Selch's hips, teasing at his own pants, as if seeing if he'd be denied getting those off too. ]
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[Fingers push aside Absinthe’s shirt and taps his fingers against his exposed sternum. After a moment’s thought he removes his own gloves with his teeth.]
[As Absinthe’s fingers reach at his hip, he grinds slowly into him once — a wordless invitation.]
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but the thought's gone when he feels the other man grinding against him. his fingers slide under his pants, teasing, before he moves to start undoing them more properly, given the invitation.
now bared, too - - his own chest is far from flawless, scars both fresher looking and old patterning him, from whip marks to stab wounds to what look like broader blade slashes. ]
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Now, who would want to hurt you, you being as agreeable as you are?
[His lip turn up into a smile --- really a smirk --- as Absinthe's fingers dip below his garments. Is he moving to a position to make the next steps of removal easier? Of course not.]
Respecting my demands. Asking permission. Adhering to boundaries. My, are you always so amenable, or am I just getting the first date treatment?
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[ there's a low breathiness to his voice, his chest fluttering for a moment under Emet-Selch's touch as he breathes in.
his hands pause where they were undoing his pants before, as if contemplating. ]
I could be less amenable if you would prefer.
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[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.
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I shall refrain from saying as much, then. I only wonder - - how far you will let me push.
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Oh, please. I have little attachment to this mortal flesh beyond it is the only one currently at my disposal. A truly troublesome predicament.
[Reaching up and patting the side of his face.]
Fix what you break. And if I truly am displeased, it will be dealt with.
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[ there's no real heat behind the comment, though. with his hands no longer occupied by the belt, he grabs for Emet-Selch's hips - -
and then pulls to the side, aiming to try to use the shift in momentum to roll him over, flipping their positions. ]
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[Doesn’t hinder the movement. In fact, it gives him the opportunity to push the shirt of his shoulders once he is above him — a task not with the effort prior. He props himself up on an elbow so he can kiss and nip at his neck looking for a pulse point.]
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[ he straddles Emet-Selch's legs and lets out a pleased sigh at the nips to his neck, tipping his head for that.
one hand raises to clutch at his hair, while the other braces at his shoulder. he drops his hips to grind his ass shamelessly down against Emet-Selch's hips, suggestive. ]
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[If he is getting more access to his neck, he is most certainly going to abuse it. He uses enough pressure to make the skin color with his teeth before placing almost chaste kisses over the mark. He finds a new spot down his collar shortly after. Rinse. Repeat.
The grind gets a breathy moan out of him. Fingers move down his back, across his hips to start unfastening garments and pushing them down.]
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he wants to push down again but instead takes the chance to try to pull Emet-Selch's pants down further, at least past his hips. ]
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Emet-Selch will sit almost upright, chest to chest to reach around him in order to remove them. It is more blind groping than not as he's kissing behind his ear at the same time.]
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"You'll do." Oh, wait he said he would be nice, didn't he?]
My, my, aren't you lovely?
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I must say, it's a pleasant change of pace hearing that.
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And how else would you like to be complimented? Your eyes. Your voice. Your kisses.
[He doesn't wait for an answer though and he brings their lips together, tongue slipping between teeth.
Almost unclothed --- he's still being fussy about the shirt. Though why he bothers is a mystery. Pushing it up barely in inch will reveal the base of the scar.
And with his free hand he'll return the favor, running two fingers down his cock from tip to base.]
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he's free to move his own hips, too, rocking back and then forward into Emet-Selch's grip. more fully he grips his cock, too, stroking along his length.
his free hand moves to tease at the bottom of that shirt, ruck it just slightly upward, as if he's seeing what he can get away with while Emet-Selch is focused on the kiss. ]
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Though he does spill a low sound out of his throat when Absinthe starts stroking, hips rising to meet. In return he grips Absinthe's cock firmly, thumb circling over the head.
He is not going to be paying particular mind to his shirt when there are other sensations that have his full attention. Carry on.]
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and as if to distract further from that his nail idly drags against the tip of Emet-Selch's cock, not rough but certainly noticeable against sensitive flesh, voicing his own pleasure as a groan into the kiss. he's breathing through his nostrils but it's quick, uneven. ]
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