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I don't think I be the one worrying if I go overboard.

[Tucking his hair over his ear and kissing his neck softly.]

Last chance to change your mind.

[Though his other hand it tight around his waist as if to trap him there.]

[Honestly this is pleasant, he relaxes more against Emet-Selch, the warm water and being held quite satisfying. He slides a hand into Emet's hair, exhaling slowly, content.]

Well, do try not to let me drown if I pass out.

[Not that he needs to request that but he can't help the snark.]

I'd be more worried about the blood loss, but I do have blood transfusion equipment in my room should I get over-zealous.

[He uses the hand around his waist to stroke his cock not nearly inviting a round two, but enough to quicken his pulse so he can sink his teeth into it.]

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Don't get carried away then--

[He stops, inhaling again sharply. The touch on his cock does get some response of course, it's pleasant and has, as Emet-Selch wants, his blood quickening. Though it's the bite that really stops him, gets him to grip Emet's arm without trying to do anything more than just hold onto him.]

[He removes his hand from his cock, rubbing circles on his thigh with his thumb a few times before supporting his back.

And then he drinks and he drinks waiting to feel a flutter in that pulse of Lahabrea's.]

[He leans more heavily on Emet, the warm water and previous activities do make him feel bonelessly weak already, without the induced bloodloss.

His breath hitches, after a little while, pulse fluttering a bit raggedly, fingers curling into Emet-Selch's arm as he starts to feel short of breath from the lack of blood, his chest tight. Emet-Selch could go a bit further without exactly endangering him but from this point it would require a finer bit of judgment.

He doesn't say stop or squirm or protest though, just struggles to breathe deeper, all his weight on Emet now, dizzy and pale but perfectly trusting.]

[He removes his fangs and licks the wound before peppering the rest of his neck and ear with kisses probably spreading blood across his skin. He pulls his head back to look upon him.]

Now, who looks positively ravishing?

[He holds him firmly so he doesn't slip into the water, but his fingers still make small kneading motions into his back. He waits to see if Lahabrea is up for continuing.]

[He is a little boneless! Or bloodless. He laughs, but it's breathless, leaning his head on Emet's shoulder as he lets himself rest a moment. Moving right now definitely feels like a good way to pass out, but after a few moments recovery he can at least lazily trace his fingertips up and down Emet's arm. So he's still lively enough to respond, though his voice is soft.]

You like seeing me this way, hm? I'm trying to figure out which part is the appeal.

At this rate neither of us will be able to stand, you know.

Completely relaxed probably.

[Scratching at his ribs.]

Or it could be the vampirism.

[He hums as he sucks on the wound, but doesn't bite further.]

I would like to go further but you do have a point.

[He sucks in a breath at the touch. It's pleasant and he's languidly useless for much more than reacting anyway.]

Ha... Maybe it is both. You having only one motive would be new.

Let us stay like this a little while then. I think I can recover enough to move given some time, and you can finish draining me senseless in bed.

Oh, don't be sensible.

[He leans back though, wiping off the blood on his face before stroking his hair tugging a little lightly on it as he does.]

I'd rather not drown because we both fell asleep.

[I mean they've died weirder ways but they don't have to. He leans into the touch though, humming at the pleasantness of the tug. And then rousing himself to move enough to kiss Emet, blood or no.]

[He kisses him back softly and chaste this time.]

It would be anti-climatic.

[And he does use the water to clean the blood off of Lahabrea's neck.]

[After the kiss his head is going right back to Emet-Selch's shoulder. He lets himself be rinsed without helping, eyes closing again. This is so warm and comfortable and he's a bit drained so really sleep is a real danger.]

Mm. I was supposed to be fussing over you, after all that.

[He chuckles.]

Well, I am enjoying myself. Isn't that good enough?

[Patting his cheek. He does begin to wash him.]

Rest. I'll wake you up when you are clean.

Is it?

[He does have to ponder, sighing as Emet starts washing him. This is soothing.]

No, I will rest a few moments and return the favor.

[Emet is in no shape to be tending himself whatever he says. But he will let Emet-Selch pamper him first, if only to recover some from vertigo. Not that he doesn't also just straight up enjoy indulging in it.]

[It's fine. He can't just feel the lower half of his body due to the numbness spreading. Lahabrea was right that he wouldn't be able to get up.]

It is.

[He cleans him quickly but softly. Petting his hair with his free hand when he can.]

How lovely you are.

[He knows what he did to you Emet-Selch, and it was rough, as much as it was fun. He hums softly at the petting and cleaning, honestly out of it and relaxed enough to react rather honestly and openly instead of being the awkward huffy bitch he so often is. He does blink at the comment, and if he had any blood left he'd probably blush.]

Where did that come from?

[And that is why he wanted to do this. To get him to bring down his walls as feeble as they are between the two of them.]

It was always true. I'm just commenting on it. It's ... satisfying to see you relaxed like this even if it is temporary.

[It's not as if he means to have any walls with Emet-Selch really. Force of habit and embarrassment more often than anything.

He rouses himself more, speaking of embarrassment, though he doesn't have the energy to get too flustered.]

I confess I do want to see you relaxed and happy myself.

[He is trying to move out of Emet's lap.]

It is your turn.

I'm more content than I have been in a while and that is in no small part because you are here.

[He nods and still has a hand loosely around his waist just to steady him to make sure he doesn't slip.]

[He is moving carefully but the hand does give him confidence! And he smiles his appreciation, reaching to nudge Emet around so he can wash him, as gently conscientious of his many bruises as he can be.]

The sentiment is returned. You must know I have not relaxed so much in eons. Not just right now, but lately.

[He can't help but wince and hiss as he moves even the small amount. His skin is definitely a plethora of colors all around.]

Do not think I imagine you not diligent in our duty, but I am glad to hear it. And perhaps distance has made the heart grow fonder.

[He's gentle as hell but, well, it probably still doesn't feel great getting cleaned even so. He'll stroke whatever bits of undamaged skin he finds soothingly though.]

I wonder if it is not the reverse. Certainly missing you and Elidibus was always an ache in the back of things, but there was much I had forgotten was the actual charm of your company, until recently.

[He'll bite his lip at the pain trying to spare Lahabrea any additional guilt, not that he expects he has much. Though a pained sound escapes every now and again.]

Busy we were. Do not blame yourself. Here we don't have as much opportunity to manipulate. Nor will it always provide benefit.

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