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[ "probably"

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. ]

Well, it seems you're enjoying?

Hahaha!

[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.

I am. I do hope you are not bothered by that.

[ 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 could resist that but why would he when he's so deeply into this? He even grabs Absinthe's shoulders and spreads his legs to help.]

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.]

[ that's true it is deserved. ]

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 ]

I am. Shy and retiring is not my style.

[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.]

I'll confess that is somewhat relieving.

[ 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 ]

[He does relax, easily enough though it has been since... forever since the last time he's been fucked in this body, so he's tight.

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?

[ 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?

You aren't wrong, I concede.

[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. ]

Not--nn! Not to this degree, in the least.

[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.

[ he's very into Lahabrea enjoying this and it's evident again by the way his lips quirk, the thumb crooking inside of him to help spread him further open as he leans down closer. ]

You're asking for more, in other words?

[He breath hitches in pleasure and he swallows which is still bloody painful, thank you Absinthe. But then he lifts a hand to cup at the back of Absinthe's neck, curling fingers in his hair.]

I suppose I am.

You can always ask ... With a bit more certainty than that.

[ his thumb stills, for a second, a very obvious sadistic pleasure in his eyes -- plainly wanting to make him ask for it. ]

[He squirms and stills, aching and flushed, pain and pleasure making him light headed but no less vexed.]

No.

[He snaps, voice still rough.]

You will have to work much harder to earn that of me.

[ he laughs but doesn't seem irritated with the outright refusal, shifting his hand to press another finger into him -- all at once, no less rough than the thumb. ]

A project, then?

Ah!

[He inhales sharply, arching, grabbing Absinthe's arms, fingers digging in. But he has to laugh, breathless.]

Certainly. Take it as a challenge.

I shall! It would be boring if there were nothing to pursue, after all.

[ he's not teasing now, certainly, fingers spreading and scissoring inside of him, unkindly spreading him open ]

I did suspect as much.

[He hisses curling forward, the pain delightful. Unable to stop from rocking towards it. ]

[ he doesn't seem to inclined to spend much time properly working him open -- he drags his fingers out of him, dragging emphasized as his fingertips rub up against his walls and presses his cock back against the curve of his ass ]

It would be boring if it were too easy, after all.

I do suspect you are--easily bored.

[Or perhaps just not easily engaged? He isn't quite in the mindset to make the distinction, especially when Absinthe scrapes incidentally and all too briefly against his prostate and he bites his tongue, breathing in sharply because next thing he feels is the man's cock and he is not going to act impatient for it, much as he feels that way. Though the tight grip he has of Absinthe's shoulder may be a clue.]

Is that ... a criticism?

[ his tone is rather mild -- it doesn't seem like a peeved accusation per se, more curiosity, even as the tip of his cock presses against Lahabrea's entrance.

-- he pauses, there, as if Politely waiting for a response. ]

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pretend I put a word after "enjoying" up there

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