"Hello! You've reached Even Immolzeth. I apologize for not answering right away; I'm sure I'm doing something terribly distracting. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, let me know who you are and leave a message?"
Feeling his breath unsteady with both arousal and the fascination of newness, Even closes his eyes for a moment to gather himself. That look, that had definitely been approval, maybe even challenge,
Alright. The heat he sees in Zechs like this is riveting, and it lights a similar fire in him. He wants to chase that. So when he opens his eyes again he stares down at the human with a hooded gaze, sharper somehow. The grip he's got is already good, so it's just a matter of taking advantage...
He tests Zechs, a firm withdrawal and penetration at a leisurely pace to feel out his depth and tolerance and to build Even's trust in both. He finds it easier then to take another, the rhythm begun, and before long he's deliberately fucking the man's fcae. Not, perhaps, as hard as Zechs might like, but it's firm and deliberate and the look Even has on is absolutely intent with interest and hunger.
In the end, though, Zechs perhaps isn't necessarily after strength or forcefulness. It's the sharpness and heat in Even's gaze. The fact he's prepared to challenge him back, gripping him hard, eyes lit with hunger. Lit with approval.
That had him groaning, muffled, as he was simply used. His hands gripped Even's hips just to ground himself as he did his best to keep himself relaxed, open, taking breaths whenever he could. It was hard to keep watching Even's expression, but Zechs did try, lids flickering open and shut.
Fuck, he was hard. Zechs felt he was getting exactly what he had wanted, though, so oddly enough he didn't feel ignored - not when he was being literally used to get his partner off.
God's, but Zechs' mouth feels good. His mouth, his throat, and the knowledge that he's taking that throat intentionally. Even's never been one to initiate a facefucking, as such, though in moments of passion it's happened -- it's something else entirely to be sliding into the tightness at the back of someone's mouth intentionally.
Some of the intensity in Even's expression is the intensity of learning, of monitoring. Aside from how impressive that lack of gag reflex is, Even can feel the flow of air when Zechs sneaks sips of breath between having his mouth crammed full, and he pays attention to that even as he takes the man. How much can he bear? How much can Even push?
"If -- if you need me to stop," he tells Zechs, fingers curling locks of that hair amongst themselves, tugging firmly with an in-stroke and softening with the out, "tap my hip and I'll stop."
Dizzy though Zechs might be at times, when there was just a little too long a press between breaths - he still tried to roll his eyes and give Even a look. Gripped his hips harder for a moment, maybe saying 'are you serious?' or perhaps 'try me.'
If he was less addled by his own lust, he'd might remember lessons with other partners - their fears about hurting another may be greater than his bravado against any risk to himself.
But at the moment, he was simply greedy, arrogant, perhaps tinged with more than a little hubris. His mind was only filled with more. Zechs felt he could take anything thrown.
One of those panted breaths Even turns into a scoff, eyes narrowing a little further. He's communicated an out, and he feels on some level like that's an important thing to have done, but now here's Zechs, trying to rile him up about it.
"You certainly are impertinent, even down there." It's some effort to get that out without sounding as shaken by pleasure as he is, but he manages. He can't get a good look down Zechs' body like this, but that hunger is unmistakeable. He's enjoying this.
So along with the words he tugs that long hair, going with what seems right, pulling the man in for a deeper few thrusts. This really isn't going to take long, not when bumping Zechs' hungry, swallowing throat on the regular is still sending jolts of surprised pleasure, as much psychological as physical, through the tiefling. His tail is lashing behind him with delight.
Even had the right thought - it was an important thing to do - but Zechs couldn't change his stripes so easily. It wasn't even necessarily a conscious thing he was doing - he just saw a challenge, and so he'd want to push.
So at the accusation of impertinence, he only gave Even a triumphant sort of look, smug. He saw no reason to change his behavior when he's being rewarded for it right now, didn't he?
The tiefling gave him exactly what he wanted, even if his air started to get cut off more often than not. He gagged a little, moaned quite a lot, and gripped Even's hips hard, like he really didn't want to let him go. The longer this went on, the quicker any impertinence went out of his head, and he just existed.
Oh, how is it that in both of these little competitions Zechs has ended up getting exactly what he wants? It piques Even and delights him that the man is so very pleased with his position, and he uses that. The gagging is alarming to someone who's never made a partner gag before, but Zechs isn't telling him to stop and that grip on his hips is so firm -- and Even's far gone enough he doesn't want to stop, not even remotely.
In fact his own orgasm catches him a little by surprise. Certainly the thrust of his hips has been growing more urgent, the way he's been bumping back against Zechs' throat more insistent, but when he feels that final surge he gasps. He's stuck between pushing as far back into Zechs' mouth as he can and pulling back so the man has more control over what he decides to do with his new mouthful -- it means he comes in a messy middleground, filling the back of Zechs' mouth, fireworks of alarm and delight going off behind his eyes.
Zechs would attempt to swallow as much as he could, since that was by far the neatest way to reduce that sort of mess - especially before Erku, when these liaisons were quick and brief, caught in spare moments of downtime. But gagging as he had just before meant some would invariably spill over his lips and chin, making a little bit of a mess.
He sat back on his heels, after, breathing in deeply after he swallowed, getting his breath back. Arousal alone made him dizzy, hard and neglected and wanting at Even's feet. The lack of air from time to time didn't help, either. But Zechs would say soon enough, voice very hoarse, "A satisfactory inspection?"
For a moment, in the sparkle and rush of orgasm, Even has forgotten the playful conceit of the scene they've set up. He treasures that silent moment after he's spent, where he can just be for a moment, and sometimes gets caught up in it.
But one look down at Zechs reminds him, as well as sending a jolt of something through his chest to see the mess he's made of the man. He has to remind himself thsf Zechs likes this, but only for a moment -- even the briefest look can pick up just how much he's getting out of this. That tent in his pants, and the look on his face...
He can work with that.
He drops to a crouch, tripoding with his tail to keep himself just a little higher than Zechs, and brings a hand up to fist in his hair again.
"Now, now. I appreciate the attempt at bribery but I still haven't examined you. Lose the pants, sir, and any underthings you might be wearing. Or shall I lose them for you?" He's not accustomed to this sort of play, and he almost nervously laughs for his own officious bullshit, but he keeps a lid on it and tries to channel it into a fierce little grin. Hopefully this lands? He really has no idea what he's doing. "You may not get them back if I have to take them from you."
Really, after what they'd done - Zechs wouldn't be surprised if Even had lost the thread of what they were playing at. He tried to leave his statement as open-ended - cocky or not - so Even could laugh and dismiss it, or continue the game. Either way, Zechs was certain he wouldn't be bored.
The fact that Even was picking the thread of this yarn right back up again, however - yanking back his hair, giving him a sharp smile - oh. That was welcome. Zechs licked his lips as his head was yanked back - and went to unfasten his pants as asked.
"I think I would've scored at least some points with a generous bribe like that," Zechs quipped, and while his voice was still hoarse, he was no less cocky, was he?
It draws a peal of a laugh out of Even, who cocks his head at the man before softening his grip on those long locks in order to push the hair back from Zechs' face.
"Are you trying to negotiate? Somehow I don't think you're in any position to do so," he tells him, delighted with the game now that he's back into it. "For that, I think, you've lost the privilege of doing it yourself. Down on your back," he tells the man, once again making use of that hair -- who knew long hair could be such a wonderful prop? -- to pull Zechs down and back, his hand on the man's shoulder to press him to the floor. "What you've earned is that I'm spent and I'm not going to simply take you for your impertinence. Appreciate what you've got."
Once he's got Zechs down -- and trusting he's into the little conceit they've set up enough that Even isn't going to have to cast Hold Person on him, although the thought does occur -- he moves to disrobe the man, hooking fingers into the hem of his slacks and pulling. He'll have him naked, he decides.
Zechs moved to comply with Even's order, but not too quickly - he wanted to feel the tug on his hair, the press of the tiefling's hand against his shoulder. Even wasn't forcing him, but it gave him the illusion he was being pulled and pinned down. His eyes flashed in appreciation, and he licked his lips as he considered his response.
Of course, once laying down - it's clear that Zechs was very much playing along, because he kept his arms exactly as they were, as if pinned. His hips lifted slightly as Even pulled his slacks down, helping him get them off. Dry, continuing the play at challenge even as he held still for him - "I'll be pleased to appreciate what I have when I've been given something."
"Alright, then, appreciate what you don't have," Even snaps back wickedly. It's a double-edged bit of sass: he gets the feeling that Zechs might enjoy having his legs pried open and his ass taken, and although Even's no slouch when it comes to rallying for second rounds, he's playing with the idea that a little bit of lustful, anticipatory disappointment might serve Zechs the same way as, say, a pull of the hair.
You got what you wanted, sir; now you don't get what you want.
He casts the pants aside carelessly, and now Zechs is naked stretched out on the floor for him, and he likes that. If there's one thing that Even shares with the kraken, it's the sharp curiosity, the desire to get to know the details of a lover's body. He works his way up Zechs' toned legs, hands sliding over pale skin, one slipping to cup his balls and then to encircle the base of his cock. He squeezes, ungentle, but only pauses there for a moment before moving upwards, hands running over the man's trunk. He's playing the scene, but he's taking a detour for his own enjoyment here. Hopefully being firm with his touches and stern with the way he stares him down will keep the mood going for another minute here.
He pauses when he gets to that vista of scarring, his touch slowing. He's never seen such extensive scarring, and he's no expert in dire wounds but he does know fire, and these look like bad burns. He runs his fingernails lightly up the center of Zechs' chest. "Do these hurt?"
Even’s wicked smile, his snappy little comment back - it made Zechs’ lips quirk in appreciation. Good. Just like the exploring touch was good - Zechs grunted when his cock was squeezed a bit rougher than most might, eyes flashing with interest.
The question about his scarring, though, finally had him turning his face away. Zechs’ voice was calm, losing its earlier playful sarcasm. “No. The sensation in places is odd, changed. But they don’t cause me pain.”
He's brushed up against something tender, and not in the literal sense -- but then, it would be more surprising if that degree of scarring wasn't a painful topic. Even doesn't linger on it, careful not to touch any more softly or any more firmly as he runs his fingers over those marks.
"Good to know."
His hand slides up to Zechs' shoulder, his fingers touching the man's throat, and then his chin. He won't probe into that trauma, and he doesn't want Zechs to linger on it either, so he tries a little distractionary gambit.
"Look at me," he purrs, nudging Zechs' chin to encourage as much. At the same time his other hand takes the old place of the first and grabs Zechs by the dick, giving him a firm, slow first tug. "Right now, you're all mine."
And by not treating them like a minefield to walk around - by just running his hands over them like any other bit of skin - meant that Even passed an unspoken test. Zechs relaxed fractionally when he didn't ask more, didn't pry.
But then - distracting was a good word for it. Even's grip was firm and welcome around him, after Zechs had essentially teased himself for some time during that blow job. That's not what really was the most distracting, though.
He met Even's eyes unflinchingly. Zechs said, low and steady - "Prove it, then. Show me."
The tiefling doesn't respond in words, meeting Zechs' eyes for another long, heated moment as he weighs the possibilities. His heart is hammering away with a kind of focused nervousness, softened somewhat by his recent orgasm but still sharp enough to keep him paying attention. It is so strange to be so deliberately domineering with someone he knows so little, and yet, it seems to be exactly the thing.
So he growls and rather than stumble through dirty talk, he brings his free hand up to grab Zechs' hair, long and a bit mussed as it is after earlier, tilting his head back so he can fasten a firm, holding bite on his throat. His tail arches behind him, half for counterbalance to the lean and half as an unconscious display of dominance.
He pumps him hard, then, not a furious pace but a deliberate, ungentle ride. He wants to get him off, and hopefully explosively, after all that leadup; he can feel how hard Zechs is, he wants to make good on that.
"Ah!" Zechs hadn't been expecting that - for all that Even appeared, he was a little mischievous and perhaps crafty, but he wasn't beastly or especially aggressive, much of the time. Intelligent, though, terribly clever - enough to make a few clever little assumptions on what would help get Zechs off.
So the bruising bite and terrible yank made him shout, moaning in pleasure as Even pulled him off in earnest. Zechs' arms moved to grab at Even's back - encouraging, holding him closer, not pulling away. It's an intense sucker-punch, sexually speaking, and Zechs felt too overwhelmed to be embarrassed that it might be over pretty quickly at this rate.
There's no room for embarrassment in either of them, Even feeling a stab of relief and gratification that he's guessed so thoroughly right. That could have broken bad, and although he had been fairly sure it wouldn't... well. Better to be absolutely so.
He growls and pumps Zechs hard, arching into the arms around him. He keeps growling, shifts the spot he's biting in order to leave another mark for Zechs to admire and remember him by later. He may have won their little competition, but it's given Even the excuse to do this, so really, who's won here in the long run?
His tail lashes as he works the taller man's cock like he means it, pumping long, furious strokes along that proud shaft at a pace fit to wreck him.
It really felt like a tie, at this exact moment - especially when, as Even bit down hard to create a second livid bruise on Zechs' throat - he completely fell apart, coming hard with an incoherent cry. He twisted a little in Even's hold, bruising himself further, while his hands clung on. With denial followed by such sudden intensity, it was bright and brilliant, leaving him shuddering a bit in Even's hold.
Afterward, completely uncaring of the fantastic mess that he'd made between them - Zechs would try and catch his breath, limbs feeling heavy, mind blissfully and thankfully for a moment silent.
Even himself is feeling bright, shaky, a little overwhelmed: that had been a fireworks of a climax, brought on at least in part by the rough treatment, and therefore apparently a confirmation of everything Zechs had hinted at, implied and outright told him. It cements the reality of those claims very viscerally.
He releases Zechs immediately when the man's peak seems to be completely waned, steeling himself at the sight of those bruises... and finding himself looking up at the blissful expression on Zechs' face instead.
Lowering himself, panting, next to the other man, he scoots up so that he can nose against his friend's hair, bring a hand up to touch his face. Afterglow and a kind of feeling of responsibility make him want to offer tenderness, though ironically he doesn't know Zechs well enough to go full-tilt on that so he settles for a palm on the man's cheek.
"You're well?" he murmurs, after some moments have passed.
“Mm,” Zechs hummed, a content sort of sound, but made himself open his eyes. He wasn’t feeling as out of it as he could’ve been, but he still felt a little disconnected, somehow. “Yes. Very. Thank you.”
Even’s skin was very warm, comfortingly so - but he shivered slightly in the cool air away from him. “It’s chilly.”
That -- that's an easy fix. It's comforting to hear that kind of honeyed, slow relief in Zechs' tone, and he wants to support that feeling, his own afterglow buoying his affection.
"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
"It's appreciated," Zechs murmured, as he's getting cleaned up. And he meant that - he'd tolerate being quite filthy, especially after hard work - or play - but appreciated being clean much more. He sighed in contentment as the blanket was spread around him, the blood-hot body of his friend beside him. Quickly eliminated any sort of chill.
Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
Even chortles, low and warm, and tucks in against his friend. Let him toughly disdain the notion of feather beds and softnesses; Even will stealthily be the softness beside him, and offer the comfort that he may not need but that surely must feel good after all that came before.
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Date: 2020-12-30 02:42 am (UTC)Alright. The heat he sees in Zechs like this is riveting, and it lights a similar fire in him. He wants to chase that. So when he opens his eyes again he stares down at the human with a hooded gaze, sharper somehow. The grip he's got is already good, so it's just a matter of taking advantage...
He tests Zechs, a firm withdrawal and penetration at a leisurely pace to feel out his depth and tolerance and to build Even's trust in both. He finds it easier then to take another, the rhythm begun, and before long he's deliberately fucking the man's fcae. Not, perhaps, as hard as Zechs might like, but it's firm and deliberate and the look Even has on is absolutely intent with interest and hunger.
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Date: 2020-12-31 08:26 pm (UTC)That had him groaning, muffled, as he was simply used. His hands gripped Even's hips just to ground himself as he did his best to keep himself relaxed, open, taking breaths whenever he could. It was hard to keep watching Even's expression, but Zechs did try, lids flickering open and shut.
Fuck, he was hard. Zechs felt he was getting exactly what he had wanted, though, so oddly enough he didn't feel ignored - not when he was being literally used to get his partner off.
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Date: 2021-01-01 02:20 am (UTC)Some of the intensity in Even's expression is the intensity of learning, of monitoring. Aside from how impressive that lack of gag reflex is, Even can feel the flow of air when Zechs sneaks sips of breath between having his mouth crammed full, and he pays attention to that even as he takes the man. How much can he bear? How much can Even push?
"If -- if you need me to stop," he tells Zechs, fingers curling locks of that hair amongst themselves, tugging firmly with an in-stroke and softening with the out, "tap my hip and I'll stop."
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Date: 2021-01-01 07:02 pm (UTC)If he was less addled by his own lust, he'd might remember lessons with other partners - their fears about hurting another may be greater than his bravado against any risk to himself.
But at the moment, he was simply greedy, arrogant, perhaps tinged with more than a little hubris. His mind was only filled with more. Zechs felt he could take anything thrown.
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Date: 2021-01-02 12:59 am (UTC)"You certainly are impertinent, even down there." It's some effort to get that out without sounding as shaken by pleasure as he is, but he manages. He can't get a good look down Zechs' body like this, but that hunger is unmistakeable. He's enjoying this.
So along with the words he tugs that long hair, going with what seems right, pulling the man in for a deeper few thrusts. This really isn't going to take long, not when bumping Zechs' hungry, swallowing throat on the regular is still sending jolts of surprised pleasure, as much psychological as physical, through the tiefling. His tail is lashing behind him with delight.
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Date: 2021-01-05 04:35 am (UTC)So at the accusation of impertinence, he only gave Even a triumphant sort of look, smug. He saw no reason to change his behavior when he's being rewarded for it right now, didn't he?
The tiefling gave him exactly what he wanted, even if his air started to get cut off more often than not. He gagged a little, moaned quite a lot, and gripped Even's hips hard, like he really didn't want to let him go. The longer this went on, the quicker any impertinence went out of his head, and he just existed.
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Date: 2021-01-05 06:58 pm (UTC)In fact his own orgasm catches him a little by surprise. Certainly the thrust of his hips has been growing more urgent, the way he's been bumping back against Zechs' throat more insistent, but when he feels that final surge he gasps. He's stuck between pushing as far back into Zechs' mouth as he can and pulling back so the man has more control over what he decides to do with his new mouthful -- it means he comes in a messy middleground, filling the back of Zechs' mouth, fireworks of alarm and delight going off behind his eyes.
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Date: 2021-01-08 01:59 am (UTC)He sat back on his heels, after, breathing in deeply after he swallowed, getting his breath back. Arousal alone made him dizzy, hard and neglected and wanting at Even's feet. The lack of air from time to time didn't help, either. But Zechs would say soon enough, voice very hoarse, "A satisfactory inspection?"
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Date: 2021-01-08 05:48 am (UTC)But one look down at Zechs reminds him, as well as sending a jolt of something through his chest to see the mess he's made of the man. He has to remind himself thsf Zechs likes this, but only for a moment -- even the briefest look can pick up just how much he's getting out of this. That tent in his pants, and the look on his face...
He can work with that.
He drops to a crouch, tripoding with his tail to keep himself just a little higher than Zechs, and brings a hand up to fist in his hair again.
"Now, now. I appreciate the attempt at bribery but I still haven't examined you. Lose the pants, sir, and any underthings you might be wearing. Or shall I lose them for you?" He's not accustomed to this sort of play, and he almost nervously laughs for his own officious bullshit, but he keeps a lid on it and tries to channel it into a fierce little grin. Hopefully this lands? He really has no idea what he's doing. "You may not get them back if I have to take them from you."
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Date: 2021-01-10 04:31 am (UTC)The fact that Even was picking the thread of this yarn right back up again, however - yanking back his hair, giving him a sharp smile - oh. That was welcome. Zechs licked his lips as his head was yanked back - and went to unfasten his pants as asked.
"I think I would've scored at least some points with a generous bribe like that," Zechs quipped, and while his voice was still hoarse, he was no less cocky, was he?
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Date: 2021-01-10 05:23 am (UTC)"Are you trying to negotiate? Somehow I don't think you're in any position to do so," he tells him, delighted with the game now that he's back into it. "For that, I think, you've lost the privilege of doing it yourself. Down on your back," he tells the man, once again making use of that hair -- who knew long hair could be such a wonderful prop? -- to pull Zechs down and back, his hand on the man's shoulder to press him to the floor. "What you've earned is that I'm spent and I'm not going to simply take you for your impertinence. Appreciate what you've got."
Once he's got Zechs down -- and trusting he's into the little conceit they've set up enough that Even isn't going to have to cast Hold Person on him, although the thought does occur -- he moves to disrobe the man, hooking fingers into the hem of his slacks and pulling. He'll have him naked, he decides.
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Date: 2021-01-13 06:06 am (UTC)Of course, once laying down - it's clear that Zechs was very much playing along, because he kept his arms exactly as they were, as if pinned. His hips lifted slightly as Even pulled his slacks down, helping him get them off. Dry, continuing the play at challenge even as he held still for him - "I'll be pleased to appreciate what I have when I've been given something."
... Zechs couldn't help himself, after all.
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Date: 2021-01-14 01:46 am (UTC)You got what you wanted, sir; now you don't get what you want.
He casts the pants aside carelessly, and now Zechs is naked stretched out on the floor for him, and he likes that. If there's one thing that Even shares with the kraken, it's the sharp curiosity, the desire to get to know the details of a lover's body. He works his way up Zechs' toned legs, hands sliding over pale skin, one slipping to cup his balls and then to encircle the base of his cock. He squeezes, ungentle, but only pauses there for a moment before moving upwards, hands running over the man's trunk. He's playing the scene, but he's taking a detour for his own enjoyment here. Hopefully being firm with his touches and stern with the way he stares him down will keep the mood going for another minute here.
He pauses when he gets to that vista of scarring, his touch slowing. He's never seen such extensive scarring, and he's no expert in dire wounds but he does know fire, and these look like bad burns. He runs his fingernails lightly up the center of Zechs' chest. "Do these hurt?"
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Date: 2021-01-20 03:54 am (UTC)The question about his scarring, though, finally had him turning his face away. Zechs’ voice was calm, losing its earlier playful sarcasm. “No. The sensation in places is odd, changed. But they don’t cause me pain.”
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Date: 2021-01-23 03:33 am (UTC)"Good to know."
His hand slides up to Zechs' shoulder, his fingers touching the man's throat, and then his chin. He won't probe into that trauma, and he doesn't want Zechs to linger on it either, so he tries a little distractionary gambit.
"Look at me," he purrs, nudging Zechs' chin to encourage as much. At the same time his other hand takes the old place of the first and grabs Zechs by the dick, giving him a firm, slow first tug. "Right now, you're all mine."
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Date: 2021-01-26 04:15 am (UTC)But then - distracting was a good word for it. Even's grip was firm and welcome around him, after Zechs had essentially teased himself for some time during that blow job. That's not what really was the most distracting, though.
He met Even's eyes unflinchingly. Zechs said, low and steady - "Prove it, then. Show me."
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Date: 2021-02-04 06:23 pm (UTC)So he growls and rather than stumble through dirty talk, he brings his free hand up to grab Zechs' hair, long and a bit mussed as it is after earlier, tilting his head back so he can fasten a firm, holding bite on his throat. His tail arches behind him, half for counterbalance to the lean and half as an unconscious display of dominance.
He pumps him hard, then, not a furious pace but a deliberate, ungentle ride. He wants to get him off, and hopefully explosively, after all that leadup; he can feel how hard Zechs is, he wants to make good on that.
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Date: 2021-02-09 05:37 am (UTC)So the bruising bite and terrible yank made him shout, moaning in pleasure as Even pulled him off in earnest. Zechs' arms moved to grab at Even's back - encouraging, holding him closer, not pulling away. It's an intense sucker-punch, sexually speaking, and Zechs felt too overwhelmed to be embarrassed that it might be over pretty quickly at this rate.
"Fuck -" Zechs cursed, "please, nearly -"
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Date: 2021-02-10 02:17 am (UTC)He growls and pumps Zechs hard, arching into the arms around him. He keeps growling, shifts the spot he's biting in order to leave another mark for Zechs to admire and remember him by later. He may have won their little competition, but it's given Even the excuse to do this, so really, who's won here in the long run?
His tail lashes as he works the taller man's cock like he means it, pumping long, furious strokes along that proud shaft at a pace fit to wreck him.
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Date: 2021-02-12 04:46 am (UTC)Afterward, completely uncaring of the fantastic mess that he'd made between them - Zechs would try and catch his breath, limbs feeling heavy, mind blissfully and thankfully for a moment silent.
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Date: 2021-02-16 02:02 am (UTC)He releases Zechs immediately when the man's peak seems to be completely waned, steeling himself at the sight of those bruises... and finding himself looking up at the blissful expression on Zechs' face instead.
Lowering himself, panting, next to the other man, he scoots up so that he can nose against his friend's hair, bring a hand up to touch his face. Afterglow and a kind of feeling of responsibility make him want to offer tenderness, though ironically he doesn't know Zechs well enough to go full-tilt on that so he settles for a palm on the man's cheek.
"You're well?" he murmurs, after some moments have passed.
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Date: 2021-02-16 02:40 am (UTC)Even’s skin was very warm, comfortingly so - but he shivered slightly in the cool air away from him. “It’s chilly.”
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Date: 2021-02-16 09:28 pm (UTC)"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
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Date: 2021-02-16 10:09 pm (UTC)Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
call it there?
Date: 2021-02-17 02:45 am (UTC)What an interesting, lovely afternoon.