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[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 ]

[Well that gets a keening sound out of him, almost a whine as he squirms under him. And, oh, is he embarrassed, the tips of his ears dusting red. He doesn't even have a witty comeback!]

[ hot.

his smile sharpens again and he rocks down against him, seeking friction, his cock fully hard at this point and his breath hitching as he drags his nails down, leaving longer, angrier marks of red against the scar. ]

[That does increase the frequency and intensity of the distressed noises coming from him. Eyes widen slightly as the marks drag down his stomach. He digs his fingers into Absinthe's biceps. Not clawing, but pressing and pinching through layers of fabric. Though he still manages to spit out a curse through clenched teeth.]

Absinthe!

[It is the grinding that actually grounds him. The reminder of where he is that prevents him from simply trying to throw the other man off him. He doesn't share his partner's vigor as this is so, so very not his kink.]

[ he laughs,low and husky and undeniably pleased at the reaction. he can guess Emet-Selch isn't exactly enjoying this but that doesn't bother him, of course it doesn't, when this was something meant for Absinthe in the first place.

his nails relent but he still leans his weight forward, hands against the scar. ]

Is there an issue, my dear Emet-Selch?

Yes. I---

[Arms and body shake as he gently tries to nudge his hands away --- anywhere preferable! Emotions are a tangled mix of embarrassment, distress edging on fear, and self beratement for letting this bother him so. Though he hasn't gone as far as admitting this a mistake to himself yet.]

How far--- how far do you intend to take this?

When you request my hands be stopped.

[ so, essentially, when Emet-Selch admits his mistake. Absinthe doesn't let those hands deter him, running his own palms up the scar again before pinching at the delicate skin, grinding down into him in the same motion. ]

I wonder if anyone else here has seen you in such a compromised position.

[Rude! And problematic.

Also, not answering that.

He'll receive a less prominent hissed whine for his actions. This method more tolerable. And he's going to press his hands quite firmly on his chest then and push.]

Disrobe. You aren't the only one that would like to leave scratches.

[ he chuckles but does lean back, working at undoing his vest - - carelessly tossing it to the side before he gets to work unbuttoning his shirt, giving Emet-Selch a brief reprieve. ]

[Had he abilities, he would have teleported away right then and there. But he does not, so instead he lowers his hand to kneed circles into Absinthe's hip thoughts a million miles away.]

[ he only takes off his shirt for now, leaving his pants on - - eager, obviously so, to get back to what he was doing, nails pressing into Emet-Selch's scar again. ]

You will let me know if it gets a bit too unpleasant for your tastes, hmm?

We've gone beyond that threshold already, but the fault is none but mine.

[Rolling into his nails this time with a shudder and a breathless gasp. Fingers find his shoulders and dig in pulling down.]

Continue. Truthfully, I did not expect you to take such delight in this. Is it the control?

Would you fault me if it was that?

[ lightly, as he leans down over him - - then further still, aiming to kiss him while his nails curl further, harder than drag again, as if he's trying to draw blood now. ]

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