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[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.]

[A few drops of blood are leaking from the corner of his mouth down his chin where he has bit is lip a little too hard. Though he doesn't even seem to notice as he continues to shiver and arch into the lighter touches. The contrast causing him to make small, keening noises.

But then he's back to swallowing noises as he whips him again. A futile effort as he hisses as moans as he leans further on his arms, his legs shaking and almost buckling. And then Lahabrea will finally get what he wants, a gasp of an exhale of his real name.]

[That's so much. He does stop again, placing a hand possessively at the back of Emet-Selch's neck, kissing the back of his head. The shell of his ear, the top of his shoulder.

The hand holding the belt gently brushes over Emet's thighs as well, pleasant and careful, leather and flesh caressing Emet.]

My dear friend. I do think you're enjoying yourself.

[He brushes the blood from Emet's chin and then leans back, still caressing his whip and hand over reddened marks.]

[There is no denying he's enjoying himself with the state of his arousal and the flush on his cheeks.

When he kisses his shoulder he leans back reaching up and tangling fingers in Lahabrea's hair. He lets a good portion of his weight settle against him on shaky legs when hands and whip caress. Perhaps 'can no longer stand' should have been a third option.

When he brushes the blood from his chin, he says his name again low and in their tongue as if he was trying to taste the sound of it.]

[Ah not fair at all really. He loops his arm around Emet to help steady him, kissing his shoulder again and petting his stinging flesh.

He'll drape the belt over his own shoulder, after a moment. Freeing his hand fully to caress Emet's hip while the other travels up his chest to push him back, let Emet lean on him like this, he can beat most of his weight for a little while.]

Yes, Hades?

Is this when you want me to beg?

[He tugs on his hair a little especially when he brushes over reddened marks. Now that he is fully resting against Lahabrea, he takes the hand at his hip and tries to move it forward to the part of him that is craving attention.]

[He lets Hades move his hand but all he does is lightly brush with his fingers, all teasing and no relief.]

Do feel free to. If like to hear it.

[Rolling his hips up into that light tough.]

Please.

[He kisses his neck, smiling at the word, holding Emet tighter. Warm and possessive. Curling his fingers around Emet's cock, stroking him carefully.]

[Those kisses are delightful, so he tilts his head to the side to allow him better access.

He lets out a shuddering breathe of relief even if the touch is still careful. It's enough to push his hips into and he's embarrassed enough about the very small amount of pleading he did.]

[The embarassment is appealing, would be without any sadism really. He tightens his hold, nipping where his lips are.]

[The nipping gets a low moan out of him because he really, really wishes to bite Lahabrea. To taste his blood, warm and thick.

Ah, but later as he continues to rock up into Lahabrea's hand. The hand at his wrist travels up his arm and shoulder to join with the other in his hair.]

[He pulls Emet tightly close, biting more sharply as he strokes him, pace picking up, a little rough, decidedly intending to get reactions.]

[At the sharper bite, he openly moans his name again followed by another 'please'. He's panting now, no longer trying to bite down any noises he's making. And he's rocking into Lahabrea's hand as his legs begin to quiver not it delightful pain but arousal and effort.

But still it isn't enough.

He removes one of his hand from Lahabrea's hair and reaches behind him, blindly groping for Lahabrea's hip to tug it forward so he can feel his cock on reddened skin.]

[He rocks his hips forward with little prompting, erection hard against Emet's sore flesh, and he is not remotely shy about grinding against him despite that soreness.

His hand settles on Emet's throat as well, squeezing lightly as he grinds against him.]

[That's stings delightfully and he makes sure to rock back into him before thrusting into his hand.

He hisses delightfully at the fingers around his throat, pulse racing even faster as he lets out in a hoarse voice.]

Harder.

[He is quite hard after all these ministrations and teasing and has almost moved beyond the enjoying the feeling to also chasing his release.]

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