firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

[He shakes his head when he tightens around his fingers. Though it is accompanied by a delighted sound as he pushes them in further stretching him.]

Aren’t you meant to be relaxing these muscles?

[Though that sound isn’t nearly as delightful as the one he makes when his mouth begins its work. And as much as he would enjoy closing his eyes, he keeps them open so he can watch him. Knowing he does enjoy that.

And Five exceeds expectations without a doubt. He careful not to choke him as much as he does desire to push into that warm mouth. At least not at the moment. He does wonder if he would like it.

He keeps his hand lightly on the back of his head for support since he did take his hands away.]

Do you want me to come in your mouth?

[ This isn't a dream and having Emet come inside his mouth right now might mean he'll have to wait further to have him inside of him, after he's already had to wait him while he used him as a comfortable pillow.

But he wants to taste him now that they're in the waking world, and the way he asks him, the way he's looking at him while he's stretching him open makes him want it desperately.

So he moans around his cock as he takes more of him in, looking at him full of want and unmistakable desire, hoping that will suffice as an answer ]

[That does convey the message well
and he grabs a fistful of his hair to push deeper into his mouth. He’s quite hard at this point having been attended by this skilled and fetching man in front of him.

He lets out a long, drawn out moan full of pleasure and bliss.]

Ah... What am I to do with you besides the obvious?

[He does use his hold to rock into him, breathe hitching and coming faster.]

How captivating you will look trying to swallow my release.

[ he could activate common law to increase pleasure, make the process that much faster, so he could finally, finally taste him on his tongue. But he doesn't want to rush this, and the way Emet grabs on his hair and starts rocking into him feels good enough that he's almost certain he's going to come untouched just from that.

He doesn't — but he does suck him eagerly, careful to adjust himself so he won't choke on Emet's cock. He won't use common law to increase pleasure, but if he uses to make it feel like aetheric touches, well, he can't be blamed, can he? He knows Emet enjoys that ]

[Emet was considering pulling out enough to let Five to use common law to reduce recovery time, but he was so wet and warm he didn’t have the heart to pause. Even the fingers inside him have stalled as he thrusts into his throat.

And is that Five’s final answer? Common law for aetheric touches? He’s probably a 15/10 on the smug scale, isn’t he?

He isn’t expecting it as he always forgets the common law can be used for that. Thus he is caught off guard. Five’s reward is A high pitched mix of a yelp and an indecent whine that escapes his throat. Unfettered and loud. And his face, ears, and neck blush a deep scarlet.

The only reason he doesn’t come right then is because he pulls his fingers out of him and grabs the back of his head with both hands and and deep throats him as far as he can.

And then releases with a whine.]

[ He doesn't have the time to protest the lack of fingers inside of him with that. He shouldn't be caught by surprise given that he knows the effect that would have on him, but he is, and he lets out a choked noise around his cock.

It feels overwhelming, Emet forcing him down on his cock like that, his cum spilling into his throat and just how absolutely, wonderfully obscene he sounds like this.

He loves it, and he can feel his cock twitching, begging to be touched but not yet. He'll have to be patient for a bit more and right now, he's fully enjoying having been able to drive his partner to this ]

[His fingers are painful in his hair and only when he is spent does he relax his grip and pull out.]

Five Hargreeves.

[He all but pants as he pulls him up further to kiss him and taste himself of his tongue.]

[ He desperately wants to touch him, but his hands are still bound and so he focuses on that kiss instead, moans into his mouth as he kisses him eagerly and lets him enjoy the taste of him on his tongue - that gesture alone already being enough of a turn on for him.

He only pulls back when he feels himself out of breath, and as Emet guessed, he's incredibly smug ]

I take it you liked the surprise.

[He closes his eyes and lets the tips of his fingers run down his cheek, his neck, basking in the feel of it. This small gift.]

Of course I do.

[The words are soft just like the touches.]

Just when I thought I had the upper hand.

[ it feels especially nice after the roughness, and maybe this is why he just can't get enough of this man - of how he always seems to know exactly what he needs and want. How he's capable of treating him like a treasure after, well. Fucking his throat. ]

I'd like to brag and say it was all planned but to be honest it was a spur of the moment decision.

A skill you've developed quite expertly, too.

[He kisses his temple before he sits down and gathers him in his arms petting his shoulders, his back, his sides. Still not releasing him from the bonds. Emet's face is still flushed red, his breathing not quite evened out.]

I should leave you like this.

[ the touch feels nice, but the words immediately make him wonder what if he truly is going to ]

If you leave me like this without touching me I might really end up killing you. No one would blame me.

[He chuckles and kisses the top of his head.]

Shall I return the favor? Since you've exhausted me so.

Well, if you're in need of more energy I could always use Common Law again. But I rather like being held in your arms like this.

[ a pause, then he adds ]

And there is something else I wanted to ask.

And what is that?

[He rest his head on top of is as fingers idly roam his sides and thighs simply enjoy the feeling of skin underneath them.]

... I wanted you to try puppeteering on me again. Last time it wasn't so bad. A few things aside.

No weapons in bed. A rule we can both agree on for a while.

[He pulls him so his head is resting over his heart as he begins to undo the bindings.]

And I suppose you will need all your limbs for this.

[ it feels safe and reassuring despite everything - as it always does with Emet. And the comment about no weapons in bed does make him laugh a little ]

For the record I still sleep with them when I'm not with you.

That would make things a little easier. Am I allowed to touch before you start?

And has an any intruder dared to sneak up on you or game for that manner? One might believe you paranoid. Just marginally.

[He loosely wraps his arms around his waist still thumbing across his skin softly.]

I suppose you have earned it for being clever earlier.

[ once his hands are free he will immediately bring them to the sides of his face, thumbs rubbing against his cheek before he kisses him ]

No one has and truthfully now that I share the room with Vergil, he's better than any gun or knife I could bring to bed with me.

But you know. It's not too different from a stuffed animal.

Does he bring you such peace at night? I really ought to thank him then.

[He kisses him back nuzzling into the touch his face still bright with color.]

Except for the pointed bits you could roll onto. Of course.

Now, sit facing me unless you want this all to be a surprise, but I imagine you'd also like a show.

[ he nods and moves as instructed, his hands moving down to his shoulders but still kept on Hades ]

I want to be able to see your face the entire time, if you don't mind. ... It's reassuring.

And I do have a weak spot for your pretty face.

I do give my word no surprise lessons this time. And I believe you have been patient enough. I'm surprised you aren't already squirming.

[He kisses his lips softly before sitting up straight. He'll take control of both of his hands. Though the movement is only to mirror and interlace them with his own. An act they've done countless times before. Something simple to start off.]

[ It makes it easier to handle when it's such a simple gesture, one that he'll be happy to do anyway. And it does earn him a small smile ]

I told you I have remarkable self-control.

Not that that means you should keep me waiting for long.

[He just hums at that and releases his hands bringing one to his chest stroking downwards and having him mirror it.]

Control you like being taken away. But I will not discount how remarkable it is.

[And he doesn't make him wait dragging his hand down to stroke his own cock. Not that he's anywhere near ready.]

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