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[Partial strangulation by biting. Well, well, one can have new experiences even at this age. And it bothers him, bothers him so greatly that he gives him further access to his neck. He'd press against the back of his head, but he only has one hand free.]

Better.

[It comes out low and bit off considering the state of his windpipe.

And speaking of that other hand it continues up until it hits .... scales? That's alarming enough to shoot him a questionable look even in his state.]

[His mouth is occupied! Getting Emet's voice to come out like that is rather satisfying, plus he's just enjoying himself.

Still, it's no good if Emet gets all alarmed at him, even if the touch makes him shiver. He hadn't really realized how sensitive those were. He release his hold of Emet-Selch's neck with his teeth, looking down in satisfaction at the red marks he's left and slipping a foot between the other man's legs.]

Corruptions.

[He's dragging that up between Emet's thighs.]

[He pouts. Obviously they were corruptions, but he thought it ended at the Heart of Sabik. But they don't seem to hurt, in fact... He rakes blunt nails across the scales as he traces the pattern just to see how far they travel.

And still riding on the high of the suffocating bite, he does grind down on Lahabrea's wandering leg. An action he would have made him work for in normal circumstances, but it feels delightful to do so in more ways than one.]

I'd call them secrets.

I didn't think they were even worth mentioning. You've gotten so possessive, wanting to know even those irrelevant details.

[They're just scales. But they are sensitive, for sure, when Emet-Selch rakes at them even through his clothes he hisses softly, breath hitching. The pattern can be followed up quite a ways, if he wishes.

And, well, he can't complain about seeing Emet-Selch react with such eagerness, loosening the grip in his hair a little as he places his bound hand on the wall behind Emet, steadying himself and heedless of if it drags Emet's arm oddly. He drags his foot up along the other man's inner thigh and presses a little too hard with the top of his shoe just under his cock, sliding his foot along in a rough rocking motion.]

Now I'm being scolded, am I?

[He scrapes fingernails along the scales until they dip into the small of his back. He licks his lips over his fangs as he begins to untuck Lahabrea's shirt resting his head lightly against his stomach.

Their joined hands does make that motion a bit of a stretch as it pulls his arm up and behind him at an uncomfortable angle. It makes pressing into his foot more difficult so he stops just letting the rougher motions work themselves.

He tuts into his stomach, a little breathless.]

Concerned about my possessiveness, are you? And how, pray tell, do you plan on remedying that? Simple antics such as this are hardly going to change my behavior.

[The touch and pull on his clothes is noted with a shiver but he's busy himself. Not stopping Emet-Selch at least.]

You need only ask when you want my attention, you know.

[He presses his foot up sharply, grinding against Emet's cock too harsh to be normally pleasurable but not hard enough to be exceptionally painful, not even close to damaging. Just rough enough to be mean, if Emet weren't into pain right at the moment.]

But how shall I correct your behavior? I wonder. I shall have to be creative with what is on hand I suppose.

[Then he will push up his shirt just an inch to note the scales curving over his hip. How did he not notice these? Well, he supposes his goal before was to drape on his friend, not to fondle his backside. He hums before scrapping his more blunt teeth across the scales at the kiss. Or rather he intended for the more blunt teeth, but he might get a more sharp sting as the pressure under his cock causes him to jerk in pleasure.]

You've never been without a scheme or four before. Though don't think you won't have to earn it. I have no intention of making it easy on you.

[After a bit more hissing to collect himself due to Lahabrea's ministrations, he licks the scratched spot of scales. Then he sinks his fangs into the pale skin above it.]

[His voice is a little rough from the attention but mostly low from arousal and, well, excited sadism really. And not a small amount of affection, despite the rest.]

You could just be honest, Emet-Selch, and say you want me to be rougher.

[He would say more but he's being bitten, and that does make him hiss, leaning more heavily on the elevator wall to catch his balance, nails biting into Emet's scalp as he grips his head but doesn't pull him off.

Further actions will have to be on hold until Emet's teeth aren't in him, making him shiver and bite his own lower lip as he just watches that.]

[Lahabrea isn't tugging him off by his hair so he's taking that as an open invitation. And he could ask for more roughness, but even with effects he's still Emet-Selch. He'd rather complain.

He sucks drawing the blood closer to the surface so he can swipe at it with this tongue. While he's fully aware this would have him giving the most put out face normally, it is delicious. And there is something about the shiver that makes it even more divine.

So he sucks and he drinks before pulling back and lapping his tongue over the mark.]

[Of course he would! Somehow it's endearing. He isn't particularly into the pain like this, but pain doesn't bother him either. What he is into is Emet-Selch's lips and tongue on his skin and the pleasure in his expression.

Are the actions rather... Well, voidsent? Demonic? Perhaps a bit.

He drags his fingernails down to the back of Emet-Selch's neck, curling possessively there, nails digging in.]

Done indulging yourself?

[He lifts their joined hands from the wall, reaches down while still holding Emet-Selch in that possessive grip, and starts to loosen his tie.]

No. But I'll give you a few moments.

[He kneels more straight so he can have access to the the tie around his neck.]

[He pulls it free easily. And he was still deciding what to do with it but that settles his decision and he gently loops it around Emet's neck again, free of his collar, and ties a different sort of knot with it, one that won't accidentally tighten if pulled wrong. He gives that a test with a yank.]

You can still breathe, yes?

[Eyes do brighten. He does like where this is going.]

MmmmHmmm.

[Trails his fingers idly over the scales at the small of his back.]

[He sighs, pleased, both at Emet's reaction and the touch. He scrapes the back of Eemt-Selch's neck with his nails in approval and lets go of him save for the tie in his hands.]

Now this is already more suitable.

[He steps back, two, three times, pulling on the makeshift leash to force Emet to follow, either shuffle forward on his knees or crawl.]

[He will shuffle forward on his knees because one) it isn't that far and two) they are still handcuffed ---- why are they still handcuffed? --- and this seems to be the best way instead of tripping forward on three limbs.]

Is it, I wonder? A pet or furniture. Which do you truly desire more?

[The cuffs... Well they could check what the current symbol is but Lahabrea really doesn't care.]

You make it sound an either/or decision.

[He wraps the tie tighter around his knuckle, decreasing the length of the leash, and leaning down to hook his fingers in Emet's collar, popping the first button casually as he keeps. tugging. on the leash. Just enough to force Emet to lean back or get strangled. Or maybe not lean back and accept the loss of air, either way is fine.]

[He does not lean back instead seeing how far Lahabrea is going to push even if he has to sacrifice his air to do it. His breathe does hitch as his windpipe constricts.

At least that saves Lahabrea having to listen to his snide remarks.

And he still has one free hand to wander which he does slide up Lahabrea's shirt over his abs.]

[Sadism doesn't come terribly naturally to Lahabrea but it wouldn't be the first time he's played a sadist on the internet--except this time he is actually into it! Which is new and fun.

So he is keeping a steady pressure on the choking, keeping one eye on Emet to make sure he is in fact still able to somewhat breathe, enough, and continuing to unbutton his shirt, pausing to drag his thumbnail hard over Emet's collarbone, following the line of the sensitive the dip bellow the bone.]

[He hisses at the scrapping though it comes at more of a wheeze considering he isn't tilting his head back. Is the pressure too much? Hard to say as he's testing what Lahabrea views his limit it.

Unfortunately, that leaves very few facilities to return any favors, but with what wit he has left he does fondle his chest tracing fingers over the stone at his Heart.]

[He is keeping an eye on Emet. Gauging his heartrate and how desperate his attempts to breathe are is hard without his hand directly on his throat though.

He hums at the touch, starting to properly and quickly unbottun Emet's shirt, nails raking flesh between each button as his hand travels down.

He does let up on the choke at the third button, allowing Emet to catch his breath annnd probably getting distracted himself by the top of a scar.]

[He gasps and instinctively bows his head forward to rest against Lahabrea's stomach as he catches his breathe. His free hand slides down to the small of his back holding onto him.

As for Lahabrea...

Oh.

Oh, that.

Hope that isn't a mood killer.]

[He lifts his unbound hand to pet Emet's hair soothingly while the bound one just finishes undoing his shirt, hm.

Thanks. He hates it.

He hates it and he's sadistic so maybe not a great time to find out.

His fingers leave his friend's hair and curl around Emet's jaw, yanking his head up deliberately painfully, hissing as he digs his nails into the middle of that scar.]

What was that about secrets, Emet-Selch?

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[He seems to enjoy both the petting and and the yanking on his chin. Grinning until Lahabrea's expression goes sour.

For the first time he flinches and leans away. No matter how much masochism he now possesses there is very little that can persuade him to find scratching that particularly scar pleasurable.]

Hard to bring up in casual conversation.

[He isn't really doing it for pleasure at the exact moment anyway. He's glaring as he switches his hold to Emet's throat and shoves him back enough to get a full scope of the scar, fingers on the man's neck bruisingly tight.]

You have had ample opportunity. Shall I start assuming you're keeping important things from me? How fun that will be.

[Neck and arms muscles strain as he pushes down the instinctive urge to pull away, to shove him back. Also strangulation makes giving a proper explanation a little difficult.]

Laha...brea...

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