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[He brushes his fingers over Emet's wrist.]

My thanks.

[Amused because, well, he WOULD take it off if Emet asked. But the idea has being granted leave to keep it is cute.]

'Tis hard to explain the significance to others.

[He does take his hand and kiss his knuckles before he does begin to unbutton his shirt.]

[He will just unhelpfully pet Emet's hair and jaw with his fingertips.]

It ever has been. It gains suspicion from all, but I do not care. We each cling to memories our own ways.

[He will need those hands to get the shirt completely off, so he will gently push them for that part. Otherwise he is free to pet him as much as he pleases.]

Caring for the foolish masses at large has never been our priority. But enough talk about them.

[Pushing him to lie on his back as he scrapes nails down and up his sides.]

[He is cooperative. And more than happy to lay on his back, but he will return to running his hands over Emet where he can reach him.]

Of course. I would rather point out how lovely you are like this.

[He will lean over him on one elbow and trace the planes on his chest, his stomach, his shoulders lightly scratching as he goes.]

This for is far from perfect, but it will do for the time being.

Well, both our forms are flesh and blood, and not our own, it's hard to avoid the flaws.

[He is content to lounge, cupping his face.]

But it is hardly your form I think of or refer to when I speak of you.

How flattering!

[He leans down and kisses his neck, brushing hair to the side before nipping at the shell of his ear.]

[He blushes lightly at the kisses, though his mask is great at hiding most of it. Sorry about that. His fingers slide back to cup the back of Emet's neck, resting there.]

Not to say this form lacks its appeals, it is nice. But hardly the sum of you.

I can say the same. Nothing is quite as brilliant and bright as your aether.

[It's fine. He's quite endeared to have the mask on truthfully.

He nips and bites softly at his ear while resting a thigh between his legs ensuring to rub up against him.]

[They don't usually do anything with it on certainly.

He still reacts anyway, quiet as he ever is but with little inhales and digging his fingers into Emet's neck with each little nip and bite, arching up against his knee somewhat.]

Well, what--our senses lack, we do make up for with one another as best we may.

Oh, what delightful sounds. Surely I can pull more out than that.

[Still rubbing between his legs as he leans back and really looks at him. Taking note of how his chest rises and falls with each breathe, his lips, his throat as he swallows. It is all really captivating.

He reaches down and begins to undo his belt and tug off his pants.]

[He huffs softly, canting his hips up to help. And his breathing is a little fast, the tips of his ears pink, his voice a little rough at the edges.]

You want me to be vocal so openly? We are hardly anywhere private.

[Not that he's terribly noisy in private. But really!]

When did you take an interest in such displays?

Vocal, but not loud. I would savor you for myself.

[Stripping him but then after a moment's consideration he tugs him to sit in his lap, back to chest hands roaming down his front as he continues to nip and kiss at his ear.]

As if I am loud.

[He is not loud, for better or worse. But he does make a soft noise as he is tugged back into Emet's lap, adjusting and leaning against him, reaching one arm back to tangle at the back of his head in his hair, holding onto Emet-Selch and making a little noise at the attention.

Perhaps not, but you are delightful.

[He wedges his knees between his things to have him straddle over his bent legs giving him a more delightful view.]

If only they would gift us our abilities. How do I long to overwhelm you until you are senseless. Perhaps here..

[Thumbing and pinching over a nipple as he moves lowers.]

... and here ...

[Scratching the inside of his thighs.]

...and of course. But all at once.

[Grabbing his erection at the base and with a tight squeeze and running down the length of it.]

[His thighs part, leaning back against Emet-Selch as he's caressed and teased. And he does make noise, softly, a little hiss of pleasure at the touch to his nipple, a hitch of breath at the nails to his sensitive inner thighs, inhaling sharply at the squeeze to his cock. His fingers dig into Emet's scalp and his back rests more heavily to his chest as he breathes a bit sharp and quick.]

You seem to be making due well enough without. Though truthfully I would that I could feel your soul to mine.

[He continues to grip and twist his wrist up and down his cock thumb sometimes pausing to swirl and scratch at the tip.

With his other hand he grabs his throat tilting his head back thumb stroking a line down it. He squeezes just slightly.]

But how I could overwhelm you with them. To feel your response in return with our souls curled together.

I suppose I will have to do with what's given.

[He cannot help the hitched way his breatch catches, easily felt under Emet-Selch's hand on his throat. He leans back more comfortably on the man, it isn't as if Emet isn't quite large enough to take his weight, so he'll relax, biting his lip in pleasure at the attention, somewhat frustrated he can only reach back to lightly touch or hold the back of Emet's head from this position.]

So you complain, yet you seem to be doing well enough.

[Continuing to restrict his air, letting the gasps filter through his fingers. It's not enough to make him dizzy or on the verge of losing awareness just a pressure ever present.]

I would be disappointed if I couldn't pleasure you even like this.

[He takes his weight easily bowing his head so he has easier access as he begins to stroke his cock in earnest, tight and quick, in order to draw sounds from him.]

[The pressure is pleasant at that level, a little heady on top of what else Emet is doing.

And of course simply being touched and held by the other man is its own pleasure.

He grips Emet's hair a little tightly as he rocks into his touch. Not trying to make noise but not holding it back when a soft moan or gasp escapes him either, relaxing into it.]

I do not think you are capable of failing that.

[He keeps stroking him both hard an gentle scrapes. As for the hand on his neck he keeps the pressure but his grip is large enough to pull it to the top of his throat so he can press two fingers to his lips asking for entrance.]

[He parts his lips easily, licking and sucking on Emet's fingers with no reservation whatsoever, though it does keep whatever noises he'd make at the rest of the delightful attention more muffled.]

[The attentiveness makes him blush. He knew it would, but there is little he could do to prepare as he lets a few very indulgent sounds out of his lips.

But he pulls them out after a bit of indulgence as he scout him up on his lap so he can gently insert a finger.]

[He really does need to bully Emet's hands more. But he's only given some time to thoroughly attend them before the fingers are removed and he sighs at the loss, rocking up on his knees cooperatively.

The finger has him inhaling, sharply, even though he's ready for it. He relaxes against Emet as his eyes close to take it, breathing slowly.]

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