[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. ]
[Unless Absinthe actually brings notice to the scar by word or touch, Emet-Selch will be otherwise occupied. And when their faces aren't glued together he'll get a good view of what happens at least a hundred years of painstakingly cultivated light one shots one's final form through the abdomen. At least it is scarred flesh and not a gaping hole.
At the scrape of nail, he will break the kiss panting. He brushes his lips against his cheek giving Absinthe's cock a firm pull and twist of his wrist before pulling away.
First, things, first.
He leans up to get at the bedside table and tosses the lube he finds in there at his partner.]
[ Absinthe succeeds! he pulls back a bit himself when the kiss is broken, fully catching his breath and also taking the chance to look down at that scar. he's not drawing too much attention to it but he will stealthily put his palm down against the scar, idly resting it there while he takes the lube with his other hand. ]
My thanks.
[ he murmurs before taking his hand away from the scar. he gets his fingers slick with the lube before dropping that hand back to Emet-Selch's cock, stroking up it, getting it fully ready before he turns his attention to himself. ]
His face is still flushed and there definitely is a heavy cadence to his breathing. Yep. Definitely still hard. If he still decides to stroke him, he will push up into his hand.]
[Intercepting that hand a giving it a slow, drawn out kiss to the knuckles. Stalling before releasing it. He’s free to continue if he wishes.
The interruption causes him to drop the lube on the bed which he fetches. He slicks up Absinthe’s cock with then lube taking care to use more pressure and blunt edges of nails than he has before.]
[ his fingers flex at the touch to Emet-Selch's lips but he's quick to return his focus to the scar after that, dropping his hand, testing the edge of his own nails against the scarred flesh.
he'll rock into the other man's grip in turn, huffing out, pleased. ]
[The same shudder as before. His expression shifts from uneasiness to a frown to a smirk. He grabs both of Absinthe’s hands and tries to shove him on his back, hands above his head.]
Oh, behave. Would be a pity if I left you here with only your left hand for company.
[Gathering up Absinthe’s wrists in one hand, a trivial task if he isn’t squirming back. Thank goodness for a slightly larger frame.]
Your pretty mouth can speak, can it not? Words available to you. You could try that.
[With a knee he spreads Absinthe’s legs wider apart as he slicks his other free hand with lube. He trails his hand with a purposeful feather light touch up his inner thigh, across his balls and further down.]
Or could it be? Don’t tell me punishment is a thing that turns you on?
[ it's hard to more thoroughly protest that right now, though, with his cock hard and aching and Emet-Selch's hand between his legs. he doesn't squirm, per se, but he does raise his leg to hook his ankle against Emet-Selch's back as if trying to tug him closer. ]
I doubt words would drive quite the same reaction from you.
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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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At the scrape of nail, he will break the kiss panting. He brushes his lips against his cheek giving Absinthe's cock a firm pull and twist of his wrist before pulling away.
First, things, first.
He leans up to get at the bedside table and tosses the lube he finds in there at his partner.]
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My thanks.
[ he murmurs before taking his hand away from the scar. he gets his fingers slick with the lube before dropping that hand back to Emet-Selch's cock, stroking up it, getting it fully ready before he turns his attention to himself. ]
1/3
And not the sexy kind.]
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His face is still flushed and there definitely is a heavy cadence to his breathing. Yep. Definitely still hard. If he still decides to stroke him, he will push up into his hand.]
Do you require assistance?
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I do not, but if you're being so kind as to offer...
[ who is he to say no? he offers the lube back, and if Emet-Selch takes it he'll use the chance to rest his hand against that scar again. ]
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The interruption causes him to drop the lube on the bed which he fetches. He slicks up Absinthe’s cock with then lube taking care to use more pressure and blunt edges of nails than he has before.]
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he'll rock into the other man's grip in turn, huffing out, pleased. ]
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Oh, behave. Would be a pity if I left you here with only your left hand for company.
[A completely empty threat.]
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Can you truly blame me for my curiosity?
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Your pretty mouth can speak, can it not? Words available to you. You could try that.
[With a knee he spreads Absinthe’s legs wider apart as he slicks his other free hand with lube. He trails his hand with a purposeful feather light touch up his inner thigh, across his balls and further down.]
Or could it be? Don’t tell me punishment is a thing that turns you on?
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[ it's hard to more thoroughly protest that right now, though, with his cock hard and aching and Emet-Selch's hand between his legs. he doesn't squirm, per se, but he does raise his leg to hook his ankle against Emet-Selch's back as if trying to tug him closer. ]
I doubt words would drive quite the same reaction from you.
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