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[He rises to his own knees just to get Emet's pants off enough, humming in pleasure at the light, almost entirely unsatisfying return touches.

Task accomplished he slides his fingers around Emet's erection, stroking him once, and again, gently, softly like he might be intending to do this normally...

And then twists his hand, so his nails rake the underside of Emet's shaft as he drags them up, sharply. He's careful about that, not quite sure how much pain to apply to so sensitive a place, so it's not even enough to mark the skin, but it won't be what's normally considered a good time.]

[He does let out out a hiss that is more pain than pleasure and don't even doubt he's enjoying every second of it. Pushing up into his hand even.

And sorry Lahabrea, as much as he would enjoy attending him, his thoughts have been scattered.]

Y-You're ... you're being relentless.

[It's not a complaint.]

[Scattering his thoughts is the intention, he feels rather smug achieving it even. He presses his thumb hard to the top of Emet's dick, alternating stroking him with light scratches.]

That is the idea. Especially given the limited resources at our disposal.

[This isn't the ideal place to have his way with Emet-Selch but he shall be as thorough as he can.]

Hm... In fact.

[He lets go, getting out of Emet-Selch's lap.]

Stand up, turn around.

[He does whine when he moves, but as he comes back to coherent thought that just makes him blush all the harder.

Though instead of complying, he arranges himself. Placing his palms on the floor he leans back just a little. Shifting his legs just to spread them a little wider. Running his tongue across his lower lip.]

Make me. That is the point of this game, is it not?

[Watching him blush is incredibly appealing. He does so love this man. At the moment that love includes wanting to see him bleed and enjoying it but you know. That's perfectly reasonable. And even if it isn't it's still fine.

His lips quirk, a little, and he leans forward, running one hand ip Emet's inner thigh and the other up his chest, catching the tie once more as he cups and fondles Emet's cock.

And then he's standing, yanking on the tie roughly, foot coming forward to grind where his hand was.]

On your feet or on your hands and knees.

[He half lids his eyes watching him, still splayed out, anticipation clearly on his face. He isn't disappointed as he lurches forward with a strangled sound, gasping.

He will get on his feet in a bit, but first he starts with rising up on his knees making sure to rub himself against Lahbrea's foot and shin as he does with another shameless sound. After he rises on his knees, he lays his head against Lahabrea's stomach kissing the cloth there. He looks up at him, an awkward angle considering the tie, but he does make an attempt to pull down the zip of his trousers with his teeth.]

[He raises an eyebrow, but actually he's not going to protest where Emet-Selch is taking this detour. Instead threading fingers in the man's hair but not interfering with his attempts.

He'll rock his foot up to grind roughly against Emet while the man is at it, though, smiling down at him in equal parts adoration and sadism. Fond tone at odds with the way he's keeping Emet half-choked and digging his nails into his scalp.]

You do look beautiful on your knees.

[He'd reply but he's being half choked and trying to press up against his foot. All he gets is a choked out sound the color on his face deepening from both the strangulation and the arousal from it.

Since there is no possible way he's going to be able to finish removing his pants with teeth in this state, he bring up his hands unbutton them and push the fabric down freeing his cock. And then he runs his tongue along the head of it. Well, as best as he can considering he's partially choking.]

[He relaxes his hold on the tie, letting Emet breathe for now, and keep that up.

He hums approvingly, rocking against Emet's tongue very slightly, letting both hands tangle in and grip his hair, rough but still giving Emet freedom.]

[He takes him into his mouth then, once he gets the reprieve. He wasn't going to when he didn't have full capabilities due to sharp teeth and all. He takes the base of his cock in his hand twisting and scratching with fingers.

Though at each rough pull of his hair he will moan on him encouraging that particular behavior.]

[He appreciates not having fans in his dick thanks.

He does moan softly at the feel of Emet's mouth, the scratching getting a hiss and hard yank of his hair.]

[He thought he might!

He all but purrs at the hair pulling and taking him in deeper not even caring about gag reflexes if he goes too far. And if Lahabrea doesn't stop him he will eventually pull off and kiss his inner thigh.

And then bite into it.]

[He does rock into Emet's mouth, also not considerate of gag reflexes!

He would have gone further but... biting. Not that it isn't... oddly nice, but he doesn't want to get dizzy yet. He slips a hand down, shoving a thumb in at the side of Emet's mouth roughly, fingers curling under Emet's jaw and using that grip to try to unhook his bite, yank his head up at a rough angle.]

Not yet. You're to behave before you get to be greedy. Get up.

[He licks the blood off his lips after his head is forced up. Masochist he might be, but he's a asshole first and foremost. And he plans to make Lahabrea earn or force every step. And this is delightful.

He complies with the getting up, slouching as hes stands, and holding his arms loosely at his sides.]

Better?

[He's obviously enjoying himself. With Emet-Selch's antics it its just more exciting. Besides. When has the man ever not been a brat? Never.

He doesn't let go of Emet's mouth, using his hold to force him to turn his head until his body follows.]

Not yet. Brace your hands on the wall.

[He complies without much hesitation. This is the man he trusts most in Imeeji with Five being a close second.]

[The trust is so mutual Lahabrea never really thinks about it. It's just like breathing, always there and without it going both ways he might die.

He does stop Emet before he finishes, tugging his shirt off entirely before pushing Emet to complete the hands on wall thing. And he's stepping up behind him to undo Emet's belt, slide it out of his pants and push those pants and underwear down to his knees.

He kisses Emet's shoulderblade, then steps back, slapping his ass with a resounding smack and a harsh sting.]

[He's sliding back up against him when he leans in to get his belt of. Cheeky. But then he is behaving, keeping upright and hands against the wall.

The resounding slap does get blood to pool at his groin for multiple reasons and that blush of embarrassment returns to his face. He's quite sure this isn't a normal favorite activity, but, hmmm. That is nice.

He looks back over his shoulder.]

My, my. I'm only going to let you get away with that a few times.

[It isn't a favorite, but not one he'd be terribly against normally, either. His idea of pleasure tends to be flexibly hinged on his partner's enjoyment.

And he's gently stroking the reddening skin before pulling his hand away and winding the belt over it, buckle kept in his palm so its just the leather exposed in a short looped whip.]

I don't intend to stop until you are red or begging, Hades.

[And before he can respond he is using that belt with just enough force to hurt but not damage the back of Emet's inner thighs, teive quickly, one for each thigh.]

[He flinches once for each leg and the sound that comes out of him is closer to a moan than a hiss. He's surprising himself how much he likes that as he swallows hard.

Though using his real name is cheating, Lahabrea.

He looks back.]

But you have to tell me which you would prefer.

[He rubs his palm over the small of Emet's back, warm and soothing and adoring in contrast to the probably stinging thighs. He meets his gaze and smirks.]

Whichever comes first. Perhaps.

[He leaves his hand there a moment then pulls it away to strike Emet's ass with the belt. Twice again, matching one for each cheek. Hard enough the skin will redden quickly.]

[He grits his teeth and bow his head at each strike. Flinching again and gasping out especially when the belt strikes near the mark before from his hand. His legs are trembling a little, an act he can't calm.

He doesn't reply this time but instead curls his fingers against the wall preparing for the next blow. But he is enjoying it.]

[All of it is exciting, delightful. Has Lahabrea biting his own lip at the pleasure really. Much more into this than is his wont but then, Emet being so into it is a major factor in any case.

He pauses again, to slide his fingers up Emet's spine in a gentle way. Petting his neck in a gesture both loving and possessive.

And then he hits him with the whip again, four times in a slow, measured pace so Emet feels each strike distinct from the next, two on his ass, two his thighs.]

[The soft touches between the rough is really enhancing all this. He full body shivers when fingers dance up his spine, body relaxing automatically.

And then the strikes come. Each gets a cry out of him as he's probably hitting or close to reddening skin. The first two are more gasps of air while the third is Lahabrea's name bitten in half before it can be fully articulated. The final is muffled because he's biting down on his lip to keep from shouting out.]

[That's absolutely music to his ears and again he pauses. Not just to enhance the experience, though that is mainly it, letting Emet-Selch revel in the pain before adding more. But also to look at Emet himself and make sure he's not inflicting too much. To give him touches filled with all his affection because as much as making him scream is the goal, sadism doesn't override his adoration.

Well, it seems fine for now.

He brushes fingertips over the back of Emet's ear, his neck, down his shoulders, kissing between shoulderblades and leaning back to gently caress reddened skin as well.

Perhaps this time he'll get his full name? He strikes again, once. Pause. Again on the other cheek. And then again. Again.]

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