[ he would tease more except that finger in his ass is, to put it lightly, a Distraction. his breath hitches and he props himself up on an elbow to be able to better watch, hand dropping to Emet-Selch's hair once again, quite easily able to relax for that slick finger. ]
[That's a nice sound as he takes him further down to his throat and also wastes no time inserting another finger. He is languish in his attentions truly trying to pamper him.]
[ he tries to be mindful of not using his real name during a game -- it's very hard though, when he has two fingers inside of him and his cock so deep in Emet-Selch's mouth and throat he can hardly think. his voice comes out as a husky hiss and he rocks impatiently forward, knees drawing up a bit as if inviting, nails digging into his scalp. ]
[He gives an amused chuckle around him which probably results in a hum as he takes him as far as he is able. He does try to hold his hip down with one hand to prevent him from pushing further, but that is the least of his concerns at the moment.
His primary concern is curly his two fingers inside him. Pushing and flexing further into him and rubbing inside him where it makes him squirm.]
[ he'll keep trying to push regardless, not terribly patient at the moment, breath hitching when Emet-Selch's fingers press in and rub against his prostate; he tips his head back and groans throatily. there's a sort of tug at his hair, not to make him stop but to urge him to continue, though he can't tell if he wants to hurry up and finish now or wait till Emet-Selch can be inside of him properly. ]
[He takes him in his mouth as deep as he can running his tongue underneath. But then he pulls off for air, breathing somehow required! He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as removes his finger, leaning back and enjoying the look of him.
He spits into his hand, slicking up his own cock before tugging at Absinthe's hips, lining himself up but not entering. Instead he leans forward and kisses him on the lips ever so gently.]
[ he almost makes a complaint at the complete lack of contact that leaves him with for a moment, cock still slick with Emet-Selch's saliva, feeling surprisingly empty without his fingers --
he's more than ready to kiss him back, though. and while Emet-Selch is gentle Absinthe's need, his want shows in the fierceness of his kiss, already parting his mouth to deepen it while his arms wrap around his shoulders and his knees spread wide for him. ]
[ there's almost a keening sound against Emet-Selch's lips as he enters him, openly needy and wanting as he rocks up towards him to accept that -- and at this angle he can hook his legs around Emet-Selch's hips and tug him closer as if he could possibly be deeper, an encouragement to move already. ]
[Then he's going to push into him repeatedly at a clipped pace trying to go deeper each time. He kisses his throat, his shoulder, his jaw drinking in those sounds.]
[ he groans at every deep thrust into him; his hands roam restlessly till they're almost clawing at Emet-Selch's back, raking red lines down his spine, his hips raising to meet the pace of those thrusts. with his mouth freed he can murmur his name like he's chanting it, each one more needy-sounding than the last. ]
[He mummers pleased sounds at the scratches. Looks like it is something he can enjoy under the right circumstances. And, oh, he does love his name on Absinthe's tongue.
He reaches down between them and strokes his cock as mindful of it as he can be between each thrust into him.]
[ he hisses -- satisfaction as he finally feels the hand at his cock, more loudly vocal as to his pleasure compared to normal, as if he's letting more of himself go as well as opening himself up more to Emet-Selch.
it's very romantic! despite (or because of?) being next to the dead body.
he's pushing up towards the hand, gasping breathlessly with pleasure as he gets closer, digging his fingers in hard enough to his back like he's trying to bruise him. he's not going to say he's close but Emet-Selch can probably tell based on how erratic his own movements are getting. ]
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It is rare to see you so flustered.
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[Said like a cat preening themselves as he slips a finger in his ass and dips his head down to continue to suck his cock.]
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[ he would tease more except that finger in his ass is, to put it lightly, a Distraction. his breath hitches and he props himself up on an elbow to be able to better watch, hand dropping to Emet-Selch's hair once again, quite easily able to relax for that slick finger. ]
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[ he tries to be mindful of not using his real name during a game -- it's very hard though, when he has two fingers inside of him and his cock so deep in Emet-Selch's mouth and throat he can hardly think. his voice comes out as a husky hiss and he rocks impatiently forward, knees drawing up a bit as if inviting, nails digging into his scalp. ]
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His primary concern is curly his two fingers inside him. Pushing and flexing further into him and rubbing inside him where it makes him squirm.]
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He spits into his hand, slicking up his own cock before tugging at Absinthe's hips, lining himself up but not entering. Instead he leans forward and kisses him on the lips ever so gently.]
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he's more than ready to kiss him back, though. and while Emet-Selch is gentle Absinthe's need, his want shows in the fierceness of his kiss, already parting his mouth to deepen it while his arms wrap around his shoulders and his knees spread wide for him. ]
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He reaches down between them and strokes his cock as mindful of it as he can be between each thrust into him.]
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it's very romantic! despite (or because of?) being next to the dead body.
he's pushing up towards the hand, gasping breathlessly with pleasure as he gets closer, digging his fingers in hard enough to his back like he's trying to bruise him. he's not going to say he's close but Emet-Selch can probably tell based on how erratic his own movements are getting. ]