He sucks in a breath as Absinthe puts pressure on his neck, and then it gets harder to breathe in general. Which his body isn't thrilled about but also... Is. It's not like he's completely unable to breathe yet, but the rush of feeling his airflow restricted has his lips parting and his eyes glazing. His fingers tighten on Absinthe's wrist, instinctive maybe, or maybe a bit of needing to have one of his hands do something.
He meets Absinthe's eyes, face flushing a bit at the warm water, but mostly at the arousal and scrutiny.]
[ his own cheeks are flushing some - - both the heat and the situation, as his fingers tighten further, testing. he doesn't actually want to put Lahabrea in mortal danger but he is curious how far he could push before the man under him protests. ]
[His heartbeat is unsteady and fast, breath struggling under Absinthe's fingers.
Maybe it's because Lahabrea's an old weirdo or maybe he assumes Absinthe isn't going to murder him or maybe it's imps but he doesn't seem particularly worried. He does have a the physical reaction to the lack of oxygen, his hand shaking as he grips Absinthe's wrist, mouth opening to gasp for air that he can't actually quite grasp. He's dizzy and lightheaded and absolutely thrilled, arching under Absinthe with the pain.]
[ it's teasing but despite that his voice is thick with arousal, obviously enjoying himself - - and as he rocks forward his erection will be prominent against Lahabrea's stomach, unashamed, because having this man dissect him was I guess their first base. he's not letting up with his fingers, either. ]
[Considering his own erection is brushing Absinthe's thighs, well.
He would laugh but he has no air to. Instead his fingers squeeze Absinthe's wrist and loosen which might be acknowledgement or might be the fact that he's growing lightheaded and a bit weak.
Heat, plus all his blood rushing to his dick, plus the lack of air is making his vision rapidly swim.]
[ he probably should be more careful, considering the circumstances -- especially in the baths where the heat is almost suffocating combined with the blood flow to less necessary areas and the lack of air
but he still keeps pushing, only freeing one hand now to wrap around both of their cocks, chuckling with a rush of air when he feels his erection. ]
[He's lost focus enough he's not really looking at Absinthe's face anymore, hips arching slightly at the touch on his cock, his other hand grabbing Absinthe's arm as the physical need for air makes him start to struggle even while he's painfully hard from, well, the pain.
And his struggles are fairly weak, whole body trembling from heat and arousal and lack of oxygen. His heart is pounding in his throat it feels like. He can barely hear Absinthe's generous promise past the roaring in his ears as unconsciousness threatens.]
[ -- all at once, he releases his grip from his neck, in combination with a strong grip on his cock, stroking him quick and messy as he only lets him get that gasp in before his fingers tighten again, restricting his breathing even further now, eyes almost wild as he watches him react ]
[He breathes in, lungs burning with the sudden air and the needs for more. And that's all he gets. His nails bite into Absinthe's arms, and he can barely make a sound, only the softest strangled noise escapes him as his cock throbs in Absinthe's hand.
His face is red, from the lack of air! But even if not for that he'd be blushing, because the noise he just made was not so much protest or fear as pure arousal. It's really hard to say whether he's about to pass out or come first.]
[ that's a sound he likes -- Absinthe treasures getting those sorts of reactions out of Lahabrea and Emet-Selch both, for how calm and composed the men seem to be most of the time. and, sure, the situation might be cheating a bit, but Absinthe isn't usually one to play fair too.
he squeezes tight back down on his throat like he's about to crush it, breathily chuckling with in an unhinged sort of way. ]
[He appreciates an unhinged laugh as much as the next villain. Even gets Absinthe's desire to get a rise out of him.
He is still going to complain about it later! Probably.
At the moment the vicious strangling has him moaning near soundldssly. Finally clawing at Absinthe's wrists in the need for air combined with horniness at the pain. He's not sure himself if he's trying to escape or just needs to sink his nails into something but he isn't thinking very clearly either way.]
Absinthe laughs and finally does show some more mercy when he starts being clawed at, releasing his neck and combining that with a rough press of the tip of his nail against the sensitive flesh of Lahabrea's cock, an attempt to push him over the edge. ]
[Honestly the handcuffs probably clicked off of them a while ago but they were just having so much gosh-darned wholesome fun, did they notice?
The rush of air to his lungs burns, and combined with the pain of Absinthe's touch to his cock he makes a choked noise, hips jerking and vision whiting somewhat. He doesn't quite come, but the sensation is intense and halfway through he lashes out, trying to punch Absinthe in the throat. There's not that much strength in his arm right now but it's not without any force, either.
And then he's back to leaning on the edge of the pool and panting, because with the hot water and every other reason to be dizzy he is having difficulty not passing right out.]
[ that punch does connect and while it's the the hardest it's still enough to make him back off some, with a grunt -- but that quickly becomes a hum of amusement, letting go of their cocks to lean back in closer again, running his hand through Lahabrea's hair -- faux-comforting. ]
[ he winds a few strands around his fingertips before he pulls back a bit -- but he's grabbing Lahabrea's sides, afforded full mobility now by the lack of handcuffs, to try to pull him up and press him back -- shifting in between his legs if he's allowed that. ]
[ he shudders softly when he feels Lahabrea grinding up against him -- drops a hand between his legs, the tip of his thumb pressing against the other man's entrance, testing to see if he'll relaxing for him ]
[ none-too-gently, then, he tries to pry that thumb in, already impatient enough to want to rush this along. especially since Lahabrea doesn't seem to be arguing in his current condition. ]
Some have different mannerisms entirely in bed than they display normally! It is worth it to ask, hmm?
[He hisses, still relaxing but that stretches near painfully. Which at the moment is perfect and has him biting a noise down. He drags his fingers from Absinthe's shoulders down his chest, raking lightly with his nails, stopping to brush his thumbs over and lightly scratch his nipples.]
And - - shall I assume you would not normally enjoy pain to such a degree?
[ in accordance with that his entire thumb has pressed inside the him at this point - - regardless of the tightness or lack of preparation. or maybe he's doing it on purpose, knowing it will only rile up Lahabrea further, twisting the digit in him. ]
[He rocks his hips into that, cheeks flushing because it hurts and he's really into that, fingers curling against Absinthe's chest.]
Normally this would be--perhaps the very limit of what I would tolerate, if I were willing to tolerate it in the first place. But right now it is... almost not nearly enough.
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He sucks in a breath as Absinthe puts pressure on his neck, and then it gets harder to breathe in general. Which his body isn't thrilled about but also... Is. It's not like he's completely unable to breathe yet, but the rush of feeling his airflow restricted has his lips parting and his eyes glazing. His fingers tighten on Absinthe's wrist, instinctive maybe, or maybe a bit of needing to have one of his hands do something.
He meets Absinthe's eyes, face flushing a bit at the warm water, but mostly at the arousal and scrutiny.]
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Maybe it's because Lahabrea's an old weirdo or maybe he assumes Absinthe isn't going to murder him or maybe it's imps but he doesn't seem particularly worried. He does have a the physical reaction to the lack of oxygen, his hand shaking as he grips Absinthe's wrist, mouth opening to gasp for air that he can't actually quite grasp. He's dizzy and lightheaded and absolutely thrilled, arching under Absinthe with the pain.]
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[ it's teasing but despite that his voice is thick with arousal, obviously enjoying himself - - and as he rocks forward his erection will be prominent against Lahabrea's stomach, unashamed, because having this man dissect him was I guess their first base. he's not letting up with his fingers, either. ]
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He would laugh but he has no air to. Instead his fingers squeeze Absinthe's wrist and loosen which might be acknowledgement or might be the fact that he's growing lightheaded and a bit weak.
Heat, plus all his blood rushing to his dick, plus the lack of air is making his vision rapidly swim.]
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but he still keeps pushing, only freeing one hand now to wrap around both of their cocks, chuckling with a rush of air when he feels his erection. ]
I'll try ... to stop you from drowning.
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And his struggles are fairly weak, whole body trembling from heat and arousal and lack of oxygen. His heart is pounding in his throat it feels like. He can barely hear Absinthe's generous promise past the roaring in his ears as unconsciousness threatens.]
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His face is red, from the lack of air! But even if not for that he'd be blushing, because the noise he just made was not so much protest or fear as pure arousal. It's really hard to say whether he's about to pass out or come first.]
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he squeezes tight back down on his throat like he's about to crush it, breathily chuckling with in an unhinged sort of way. ]
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He is still going to complain about it later! Probably.
At the moment the vicious strangling has him moaning near soundldssly. Finally clawing at Absinthe's wrists in the need for air combined with horniness at the pain. He's not sure himself if he's trying to escape or just needs to sink his nails into something but he isn't thinking very clearly either way.]
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Absinthe laughs and finally does show some more mercy when he starts being clawed at, releasing his neck and combining that with a rough press of the tip of his nail against the sensitive flesh of Lahabrea's cock, an attempt to push him over the edge. ]
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The rush of air to his lungs burns, and combined with the pain of Absinthe's touch to his cock he makes a choked noise, hips jerking and vision whiting somewhat. He doesn't quite come, but the sensation is intense and halfway through he lashes out, trying to punch Absinthe in the throat. There's not that much strength in his arm right now but it's not without any force, either.
And then he's back to leaning on the edge of the pool and panting, because with the hot water and every other reason to be dizzy he is having difficulty not passing right out.]
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Well, it seems you're enjoying?
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[Well, it's kind of that noise. It's more a wheeze. The unhinged laugh is in his spirit though. You can't take unhinged laughter from his soul.
He sucks in a few more breathes before he can form words, and even then he's still shaky. To be honest the near-mocking hair petting does help a bit.]
Well, this is exciting--I cannot deny that. You seem to be enjoying yourself just as much.
pretend I put a word after "enjoying" up there
[ he winds a few strands around his fingertips before he pulls back a bit -- but he's grabbing Lahabrea's sides, afforded full mobility now by the lack of handcuffs, to try to pull him up and press him back -- shifting in between his legs if he's allowed that. ]
Always
Do I seem to be bothered?
[Punching Absinthe in the throat aside, which, to be be fair, Absinthe fully deserved even when Lahabrea was super getting off on it.]
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You do seem the sort to mention if you're not enjoying yourself.
[ he's leaning over him, cock between his legs, resting against the curve of his ass ]
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[He might actually be shy at times but not at the moment, hooking his ankles over Absinthe's thighs and grinding his aSs against his cock.]
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[ he shudders softly when he feels Lahabrea grinding up against him -- drops a hand between his legs, the tip of his thumb pressing against the other man's entrance, testing to see if he'll relaxing for him ]
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Which does not stop him from trying to rock himself onto Absinthe's thumb, voice hoarse for some reason. Some, mysterious reason.]
Should I be insulted you felt the need to ask?
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Some have different mannerisms entirely in bed than they display normally! It is worth it to ask, hmm?
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[He hisses, still relaxing but that stretches near painfully. Which at the moment is perfect and has him biting a noise down. He drags his fingers from Absinthe's shoulders down his chest, raking lightly with his nails, stopping to brush his thumbs over and lightly scratch his nipples.]
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[ in accordance with that his entire thumb has pressed inside the him at this point - - regardless of the tightness or lack of preparation. or maybe he's doing it on purpose, knowing it will only rile up Lahabrea further, twisting the digit in him. ]
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[He rocks his hips into that, cheeks flushing because it hurts and he's really into that, fingers curling against Absinthe's chest.]
Normally this would be--perhaps the very limit of what I would tolerate, if I were willing to tolerate it in the first place. But right now it is... almost not nearly enough.
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