[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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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. ]