"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?"
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: 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.
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Date: 2021-02-17 02:45 am (UTC)What an interesting, lovely afternoon.