[ 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.]
Not typically. Rather ... He invited me to do something, then became quite upset when I went ahead and did it.
[ he's not moving quite yet, instead placing his palm down on Lahabrea's chest in between them -- putting pressure where Emet-Selch's own scar would be, dragging nails lightly against the skin. ]
[He hisses. It doesn't escape him where Absinthe is raking, and really this is twisted either way, discussing Emet-Selch in the middle of it is just... He assumes Absinthe trying to get a rise out of him. He huffs, even as his breath hitches.]
[ he is, absolutely, because it's very fun. there's a low shrug of his shoulders, a feigned lack of care, and a shallow roll of his hips -- even to distract. ]
Are you concerned? He -- can very well handle himself, you realize.
[He rakes his nails up, along Absinthe's spine, digging lightly into his scalp and then kneading there at the roll of his hips. He squirms somewhat, but trying to move like this is--difficult. It's not stopping him from trying though.]
Well, I'm not mad about it. If you're cruel to him when he invites it he probably enjoys it on some level. More or less.
Perhaps not physically but I thought his desire to be bullied rather obv--
[Well that sentence gets cut off with a rough noise, curling towards Absinthe with something between a whimper and a moan, nails biting deep into the back of his neck.]
[ he shudders -- both at the sensation and the sound Lahabrea makes, and he doesn't resist the immediate urge to roll his hips back and then forward roughly again. this time he doesn't even tease with the shallow movements anymore, properly setting up a rough, punishing pace with the intent of hardly leaving Lahabrea room to breathe let alone speak. ]
[That's all he can grit out, because the rest of his mind is on--well. The way Absinthe is roughly fucking him and how incredibly amazing it feels to be ravaged like this. It hurts like hell and he is into it, arching and panting and making soft, pained, deeply turned on noises before he grabs one of Absinthe's hands and puts it back on his own neck. Because that's a bright idea]
there's that sharp, pleased grin back on his face as he takes the invitation, one hand settling on Lahabrea's side for leverage as he fucks him and the other settling around his own neck. he doesn't waste any time getting to work -- wrapping his fingers around his neck and squeezing hard, pressure against the bruises that were already there from before. ]
[Do not @ him while he's high on imps. Not that he's not always just... so much
He grins though, as Absinthe follows his prompt, because he wants this--way more than he should reasonably. Which does not matter in the moment when that need is being met; the desire to be absolutely wrecked that Absinthe is so very graciously fulfilling.
He sucks in a gasp when he can and then all he can do is grip Absinthe's hair and shoulders, arching in pain and over-stimulation. He'd gasp or make noise but all that escapes are needy, hungry, stifled noises. More felt against Absinthe's palm and fingers than actually very audible.]
[ Absinthe doesn't even need to be high on imps for this so he literally can't talk
he will definitely bring it up at some point in the future though. for now he's just enjoying the moment -- the sensation of Lahabrea tight and rough around him, clinging to him with every drag of his cock though there is somewhat less friction as he does move. he's curled tight over him at this point, moving just enough to be able to manage those deep thrusts into him but he wants to stay close too -- not just for the heat but also how many more sounds he can hear that way, even with Lahabrea's voiced muffle by his fingers. ]
[Probably at a very inappropriate time Lahabrea would guess, given Absinthe's timing with the Emet-Selch conversation.
It is nice having Absinthe close. He can claw at his back with the pleasure and pain, wrap his legs around Absinthe's thighs to rock into this deep, rough thrusts. It's getting easier but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't feel too dry and too tight even still, though the burn is taking back seat to the desire, especially when he can barely breathe. Can only wheeze breathlessly and moan with barely a sound, so only Absinthe pressed against him has even a hope of hearing how wanton that noise is.]
Absinthe isn't that much of a masochistic himself but there's an edge that clawing brings that has him gasping, along with the raw pleasure of fucking him this hard -- his thumb curls into his windpipe for a moment like he truly intends to crush it in his grasp. he honestly can't imagine himself lasting too long like this, even with the discomfort and the burn, being inside Lahabrea and having him so hopelessly turned on underneath him is so thrilling he's already chasing after his orgasm with hard, rough ruts into him, head dipping down to sink teeth into his shoulder even as he strangles him. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
Perhaps it is. I have more complaints as well if you don't start moving.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[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.]
no subject
I have not even seen... Emet-Selch make such a face. What a privilege.
no subject
It is a privilege. And should I--nn--critique you for failing to elicit such reactions from him? Try harder next time.
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
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.]
no subject
[ he's not moving quite yet, instead placing his palm down on Lahabrea's chest in between them -- putting pressure where Emet-Selch's own scar would be, dragging nails lightly against the skin. ]
no subject
And what did you do?
no subject
Are you concerned? He -- can very well handle himself, you realize.
no subject
[He does gasp, though, eyes closing, trembling a little on the edge of pleasure and pain and annoyance.]
no subject
I touched his scar. I suppose I was a little unkind in how I did it, but -- again, it was invited. He likes to indulge me.
no subject
Well, you are an asshole aren't you? What are you calling unkind?
no subject
Nails and teeth -- nothing more brutal than that.
no subject
[He rakes his nails up, along Absinthe's spine, digging lightly into his scalp and then kneading there at the roll of his hips. He squirms somewhat, but trying to move like this is--difficult. It's not stopping him from trying though.]
Well, I'm not mad about it. If you're cruel to him when he invites it he probably enjoys it on some level. More or less.
no subject
[ he pulls back more fully now -- and then thrusts all the way back in, an abrupt change from his shallow pace before, rough and unwarned ]
no subject
[Well that sentence gets cut off with a rough noise, curling towards Absinthe with something between a whimper and a moan, nails biting deep into the back of his neck.]
no subject
The pot ... calling the kettle black ... hm?
no subject
[That's all he can grit out, because the rest of his mind is on--well. The way Absinthe is roughly fucking him and how incredibly amazing it feels to be ravaged like this. It hurts like hell and he is into it, arching and panting and making soft, pained, deeply turned on noises before he grabs one of Absinthe's hands and puts it back on his own neck. Because that's a bright idea]
no subject
there's that sharp, pleased grin back on his face as he takes the invitation, one hand settling on Lahabrea's side for leverage as he fucks him and the other settling around his own neck. he doesn't waste any time getting to work -- wrapping his fingers around his neck and squeezing hard, pressure against the bruises that were already there from before. ]
no subject
He grins though, as Absinthe follows his prompt, because he wants this--way more than he should reasonably. Which does not matter in the moment when that need is being met; the desire to be absolutely wrecked that Absinthe is so very graciously fulfilling.
He sucks in a gasp when he can and then all he can do is grip Absinthe's hair and shoulders, arching in pain and over-stimulation. He'd gasp or make noise but all that escapes are needy, hungry, stifled noises. More felt against Absinthe's palm and fingers than actually very audible.]
no subject
he will definitely bring it up at some point in the future though. for now he's just enjoying the moment -- the sensation of Lahabrea tight and rough around him, clinging to him with every drag of his cock though there is somewhat less friction as he does move. he's curled tight over him at this point, moving just enough to be able to manage those deep thrusts into him but he wants to stay close too -- not just for the heat but also how many more sounds he can hear that way, even with Lahabrea's voiced muffle by his fingers. ]
no subject
It is nice having Absinthe close. He can claw at his back with the pleasure and pain, wrap his legs around Absinthe's thighs to rock into this deep, rough thrusts. It's getting easier but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, doesn't feel too dry and too tight even still, though the burn is taking back seat to the desire, especially when he can barely breathe. Can only wheeze breathlessly and moan with barely a sound, so only Absinthe pressed against him has even a hope of hearing how wanton that noise is.]
no subject
Absinthe isn't that much of a masochistic himself but there's an edge that clawing brings that has him gasping, along with the raw pleasure of fucking him this hard -- his thumb curls into his windpipe for a moment like he truly intends to crush it in his grasp. he honestly can't imagine himself lasting too long like this, even with the discomfort and the burn, being inside Lahabrea and having him so hopelessly turned on underneath him is so thrilling he's already chasing after his orgasm with hard, rough ruts into him, head dipping down to sink teeth into his shoulder even as he strangles him. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)