[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
I don't believe I would mind hearing them out of you.
[ there's a serious threat to his tone for a moment, like he's really going to wait to hear Lahabrea complain about Absinthe pausing -- but at last he does move, rolling his hips forward enough to press into him, hissing as he tips pushes into his entrance -- it's tight and it's difficult to push that much further with the lack of proper preparation but in itself that's satisfying. ]
[He gasps, biting his tongue and cutting off abruptly, cheeks red as Absinthe pushes in. It hurts quite a bit actually! But right now he's into that, the discomfort making him blush, short of breath, fingers digging hard into Absinthe's arms.]
[ there's a breathless sort of laugh as he watches him react, rocking inches at a time with every thrust - - he's barely giving Lahabrea a moment to adjust, not stopping until he's fully pressed inside of him. ]
I have not even seen... Emet-Selch make such a face. What a privilege.
[ he does rest when he's fully pushed inside of him. it's really almost more for his own sake than for Lahabrea's, sighing as he feels his insides clenched tight and too-dry around his cock still, the friction around him almost feeling like a burn as he gets used to the feeling. it's not entirely unfamiliar, but he still wants to take a moment to linger in it before fucking Lahabrea into the ground. ]
[He sounds exasperated. Which is easier now that Absinthe has stopped moving for a moment. Even if he is enjoying the pain and burn of this it's a lot to try to hold a conversation through.]
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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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You're asking for more, in other words?
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I suppose I am.
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[ his thumb stills, for a second, a very obvious sadistic pleasure in his eyes -- plainly wanting to make him ask for it. ]
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No.
[He snaps, voice still rough.]
You will have to work much harder to earn that of me.
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A project, then?
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[He inhales sharply, arching, grabbing Absinthe's arms, fingers digging in. But he has to laugh, breathless.]
Certainly. Take it as a challenge.
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[ he's not teasing now, certainly, fingers spreading and scissoring inside of him, unkindly spreading him open ]
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[He hisses curling forward, the pain delightful. Unable to stop from rocking towards it. ]
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It would be boring if it were too easy, after all.
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[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.]
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[ 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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Perhaps it is. I have more complaints as well if you don't start moving.
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[ there's a serious threat to his tone for a moment, like he's really going to wait to hear Lahabrea complain about Absinthe pausing -- but at last he does move, rolling his hips forward enough to press into him, hissing as he tips pushes into his entrance -- it's tight and it's difficult to push that much further with the lack of proper preparation but in itself that's satisfying. ]
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[He gasps, biting his tongue and cutting off abruptly, cheeks red as Absinthe pushes in. It hurts quite a bit actually! But right now he's into that, the discomfort making him blush, short of breath, fingers digging hard into Absinthe's arms.]
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I have not even seen... Emet-Selch make such a face. What a privilege.
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It is a privilege. And should I--nn--critique you for failing to elicit such reactions from him? Try harder next time.
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[ he does rest when he's fully pushed inside of him. it's really almost more for his own sake than for Lahabrea's, sighing as he feels his insides clenched tight and too-dry around his cock still, the friction around him almost feeling like a burn as he gets used to the feeling. it's not entirely unfamiliar, but he still wants to take a moment to linger in it before fucking Lahabrea into the ground. ]
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Really... is that how you two flirt?
[He sounds exasperated. Which is easier now that Absinthe has stopped moving for a moment. Even if he is enjoying the pain and burn of this it's a lot to try to hold a conversation through.]
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