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[From here.]

[Walking past him and taking a seat on the bed.]

Do you leave your door unlocked at night? And more importantly, do you welcome visitors? I do find myself up at all hours.

I don't make a habit of unlocking my door, but I can always start.

[ he steps closer, bending to press on Emet-Selch's chest, encouraging him to scoot back some. ]

If you wouldn't mind. I'll bring pen and paper. Write as I watch you sleep. I don't need much light.

[Pushing himself back as requested but still sitting up.]

Mm, that is a tad unnerving...

[ but it's light, like it doesn't actually bother him all that much. he moves to straddle his legs, settling comfortably on them. ]

[A shrug of his shoulders and he is settled upon, putting one hand at the small of Absinthe's back.]

Truly, you find that unnerving? Me and penning my research?

Is my sleep so interesting to you?

[ his hands drop, running up Emet-Selch's sides to his front. ]

Truly I would simply enjoy the company.

[He can't help but snicker.]

You're clever. You know what that scar is now, don't you?

If I recall correctly... It was a bit of a sore subject for you.

That has not changed.

[Leaning back on his elbows. Giving him access.]

May I indulge myself, then?

How considerate! I must be positively brutish in comparison.

You may.

Oh, I don't have issues with a little brazen behavior. I simply thought it polite to ask.

[ he presses down against where he remembers the scar to be, testing that pressure. ]

[It still isn't pleasant, but being prepared for it helps tremendously for minimizing the reaction.

He thinks about commenting, but holds off. Watching Absinthe instead.]

[ he seems more exploratory than anything, angling his knuckles against it then dragging with his nails. ]

Ah, it was far more interesting when you weren't anticipating it.

[It's the nails that finally gets the unpleasant shudder out of him.]

Why does this fascinate you so?

If I am to be blunt, I enjoy watching you squirm some.

[ he curls his nails in some, digging more purposefully now that he's gotten a reaction. ]

[He does continue to squirm. Muscles flex to avoid the scratching on instinct. He bites the inside of his cheek and looks him dead in the eye.]

I can't say I'm surprised at the answer.

Can you blame me? I'm sure you wouldn't mind if the positions were reversed.

[ there's no attempt to hide the sadistic thrill in his eyes at that, however minor Emet-Selch may be trying to make his reactions be. ]

No. I wouldn't mind.

[He threads one hand at the base of Absinthe's skull to pull their lips together. And then he just stops pretending, letting the shudders tremor through his frame. The memory of a shard's worth of Primordal Light tearing, puncturing surfacing in his mind.

Though that makes the kissing difficult! Seeing as he has to pause to let out shaky breathes.]

[ he's more than ready to keep up kissing even when Emet-Selch does pause to take those breaths. hearing those shaky breaths - - it appeals to the more destructive side of him, the urges that only seem to have become more present with his arrival here, and part of him just wants to really take the time and pick the older man apart - -

he'd just been raking his nails against him through his clothing but now he moves to undo the front of Emet-Selch's suit and shirt. ]

[This is not pleasant. Being this vulnerable. But Absinthe did ask nicely, and even he will admit to himself he all but invite this. His pride won't let him back down, and truthfully, he's is slightly curious.

Tilting his head back as buttons start being undone.]

What a--- a sadistic minx you are.

[Said through clenched teeth, a little breathless as he helps shrug the jacket off his shoulders.]

Is this turning you on?

[And he rolls his hips upwards to confirm.]

[he laughs, still keeping close - - and it's obvious with that roll of his hips Absinthe is getting aroused from this, cock half-hard in his pants already.

he takes the new access to Emet-Selch's shirt to get it unbuttoned, fully spread it open so his fingers can rest on the bare scar. ]

Does that truly surprise you?

[His only reply to his comment is a chortled chuckle.

Resting fingers will give him a small and welcomed respite. He'll take the opportunity to find a more lazy position as he falls back on the bed arms flung wide.]

Your spoils.

Oh, how generous.

[ but there's that same thrill as before at being given the access -- he scoots up further to get his hands back against his scar, more specifically his nails, one pressing in to leave an angry red mark in its wake ]

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