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Good boy.
[ He murmurs the words low and throaty, almost around a chuckle. He suspects the other man might actually be older than he is, but that doesn't change the fact that the words come more with the roles they're currently playing with rather than age.
He doesn't stop, either, rocking his hips once more, picking up his pace now as he takes in that expression on Wriothesley's face, the look in his eyes. Knowing what that means for the other man. Not wanting to bring him out of the state he's slipping into, he focuses on chasing his own pleasure along with him. Using his mouth as he holds him positioned right where he wants him. ]
Look at you. [ His voice has that same low, throaty croon, just slightly strained with breathlessness as he fucks the man's mouth. ] Taking all of me, every last inch. And you're loving it, aren't you? How hard are you right now? Could you come from just this, I wonder? The feeling of being used, taking what I give you, and still begging me for more with that clever tongue of yours. When I spill myself down your throat, you're going to swallow every drop for me, aren't you?
[ He murmurs the words low and throaty, almost around a chuckle. He suspects the other man might actually be older than he is, but that doesn't change the fact that the words come more with the roles they're currently playing with rather than age.
He doesn't stop, either, rocking his hips once more, picking up his pace now as he takes in that expression on Wriothesley's face, the look in his eyes. Knowing what that means for the other man. Not wanting to bring him out of the state he's slipping into, he focuses on chasing his own pleasure along with him. Using his mouth as he holds him positioned right where he wants him. ]
Look at you. [ His voice has that same low, throaty croon, just slightly strained with breathlessness as he fucks the man's mouth. ] Taking all of me, every last inch. And you're loving it, aren't you? How hard are you right now? Could you come from just this, I wonder? The feeling of being used, taking what I give you, and still begging me for more with that clever tongue of yours. When I spill myself down your throat, you're going to swallow every drop for me, aren't you?
[Well in that case, Lorenz can just shift into his lap, hey-- They'll have to get up soon, he's definitely pruned, but in a few minutes. Sitting here stroking the other's hair is pretty comfortable, for being on a tile floor.
Wriothesley... Yet again, Lorenz encourages this by making an amused little sound and not properly objecting at all.]
Yes, yes. You're still incorrigible, but you're quite good at that.
[At being incorrigible or sucking him off, it's both.]
Wriothesley... Yet again, Lorenz encourages this by making an amused little sound and not properly objecting at all.]
Yes, yes. You're still incorrigible, but you're quite good at that.
[At being incorrigible or sucking him off, it's both.]
[The way that Wriothesley’s pupils are blown wide open at Sylvain’s words are obvious.
Good boy.
It makes a full body shudder go through him as he hears those words. It’s the way the man says it that has him so easily seduced. His face if so red now. His ears are burning. His cock was leaking an embarrassing amount of precome.
And the way he’s being degraded right now? Holy shit. What comes out of the boxer is an embarrassing whine, eyes watering as he can only accept what Sylvain was giving him. He wants to nod and agree. Wants to please the other. Sylvain has a firm grip on his head though and his mouth was stuffed full. So he responds by trying to pleasure the other, rubbing his tongue over whatever his tongue could reach and moaning around the hardened length shamelessly.]
Good boy.
It makes a full body shudder go through him as he hears those words. It’s the way the man says it that has him so easily seduced. His face if so red now. His ears are burning. His cock was leaking an embarrassing amount of precome.
And the way he’s being degraded right now? Holy shit. What comes out of the boxer is an embarrassing whine, eyes watering as he can only accept what Sylvain was giving him. He wants to nod and agree. Wants to please the other. Sylvain has a firm grip on his head though and his mouth was stuffed full. So he responds by trying to pleasure the other, rubbing his tongue over whatever his tongue could reach and moaning around the hardened length shamelessly.]
[...Well, this is a little awkward. Scott lets Wriothesley try the door for a few seconds, not finding himself surprised when it doesn't budge, not even an inch. This place is really trying to get them together-- at least for a kiss, which isn't something too extreme in the grand scheme of things. They shared a small one earlier just ten minutes ago, so it's fine.
As he recalls that simple little kiss, barely stopping himself from touching his lips again... yeah, maybe far from bad, honestly.]
I could try blowing the door open, but might be too risky. [He offers a small smile at him.] Just a kiss, right?
As he recalls that simple little kiss, barely stopping himself from touching his lips again... yeah, maybe far from bad, honestly.]
I could try blowing the door open, but might be too risky. [He offers a small smile at him.] Just a kiss, right?
[Wriothesley is more than happy to have the other in his lap. He wraps his arms around Lorenz’ lithe waist and tugs them close. He nuzzled against the other. Affectionate.]
I know I am. You’re charmed by it though. [Confident. He knows the other is so very charmed by him though. Lorenz hasn’t made it a secret after all.]
I know I am. You’re charmed by it though. [Confident. He knows the other is so very charmed by him though. Lorenz hasn’t made it a secret after all.]
It would be more work for the staff. I don’t think we can really blame them for the predicament and I am loathe to give them more messes to clean up. They look like they’re being ran ragged already.
[Kissing for seven minutes is more harmless and he didn’t know if they might get in trouble if they did blow the door open.
Forget that the man apparently can.
Instead, he moves over to crowd Scott’s space. He smiles a bit playfully.] We’ll, it’s fine. We already kissed before. [He firmly grabs Scott’s chin between his thumb and index finger.]
[Kissing for seven minutes is more harmless and he didn’t know if they might get in trouble if they did blow the door open.
Forget that the man apparently can.
Instead, he moves over to crowd Scott’s space. He smiles a bit playfully.] We’ll, it’s fine. We already kissed before. [He firmly grabs Scott’s chin between his thumb and index finger.]
[ Oh, that was a very good reaction, and Sylvian makes note of the cause, his lips curving into a deeper smirk at the knowledge. That whine is muffled around his cock and he presses deeper again, choking off the man's airway against for the span of several heartbeats before pulling back slightly again, only to repeat the motion. Feeling the man's throat work around his tip as he struggled to breath. or take more, it was hard to tell. Either way, it felt exquisite. ]
Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I bet you could come from that alone, even without all the rest. Moan for me, Wriothesley, let me feel you around my cock. Let me hear how much you want me to give you that. I'm close now. [ Just in case the strained breathlessness in his voice hadn't given that away.
His eyes had darkened at the man's reaction to his words and he chases that as much as the delicious friction itself. Craved the way he could see Wriothesley coming apart from just this. ]
Use that pretty mouth of yours, that clever tongue. I can see your hand on your cock. Desperate for it, aren't you? Are you going to come when you swallow me down, hmm?
Oh, you liked that, didn't you? I bet you could come from that alone, even without all the rest. Moan for me, Wriothesley, let me feel you around my cock. Let me hear how much you want me to give you that. I'm close now. [ Just in case the strained breathlessness in his voice hadn't given that away.
His eyes had darkened at the man's reaction to his words and he chases that as much as the delicious friction itself. Craved the way he could see Wriothesley coming apart from just this. ]
Use that pretty mouth of yours, that clever tongue. I can see your hand on your cock. Desperate for it, aren't you? Are you going to come when you swallow me down, hmm?
[Lorenz laughs, like, how could he not be charmed? Especially in the wake of this affection that he's so weak to - obviously, it's Wriothesley's fault.
He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]
Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.
He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]
Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.
It is. We don’t know anything about the process though and I doubt they’ll so easily tell us. [Everything about this place was shrouded in mystery, but that didn’t mean it could be concealed from them forever. If the information exists, it meant they can find it.]
As for the guests, it feels like they don’t really care too much about us. Probably because we aren’t properly in the system. It seems the hierarchy here is strongly in place.
[He stabs a dumpling with his fork and frowns a little.] It seems that the higher ups aren’t the only one keeping their system in check.
As for the guests, it feels like they don’t really care too much about us. Probably because we aren’t properly in the system. It seems the hierarchy here is strongly in place.
[He stabs a dumpling with his fork and frowns a little.] It seems that the higher ups aren’t the only one keeping their system in check.
...You have a point.
[Scott acknowledges, finding his respect for the other man increase. He's... truly quite considerate, isn't he? Thinking about the staff and how they're most likely just exhausted workers. They aren't henchmen of some villain, they really do seem rather normal. He still wants to see who is behind all this, but even he knows that won't come anytime soon.
Not to mention, they're still in this closet. And Wriothesley is right up next to him, not that this closet had much space to begin with.
His heart beats just a tad faster as he looks up at the taller man, and he doesn't mean to look so open, so easy, when he takes his chin between his fingers. The mutant's lips parts just slightly, letting out a small shuddering breath just from that mere contact. The regular guilt that's been plaguing the back of his mind makes one small protest before fading once more to the back of his mind.]
Wriothesley...
[Scott acknowledges, finding his respect for the other man increase. He's... truly quite considerate, isn't he? Thinking about the staff and how they're most likely just exhausted workers. They aren't henchmen of some villain, they really do seem rather normal. He still wants to see who is behind all this, but even he knows that won't come anytime soon.
Not to mention, they're still in this closet. And Wriothesley is right up next to him, not that this closet had much space to begin with.
His heart beats just a tad faster as he looks up at the taller man, and he doesn't mean to look so open, so easy, when he takes his chin between his fingers. The mutant's lips parts just slightly, letting out a small shuddering breath just from that mere contact. The regular guilt that's been plaguing the back of his mind makes one small protest before fading once more to the back of his mind.]
Wriothesley...
[He can’t help but breathe out a sob. His head feels so lightheaded as the other chokes him of air and his hands abandon what they were doing to dig nails into Sylvain’s thighs. It’s hard to tell if he’s trying to ask for air or if he’s begging more.
All he knows is that his entire body is wracked with pleasure. That he only feels good as the other forces their cock down his throat and uses him as nothing more than something to pleasure his cock.
Wriothesley doesn’t know why he wants this so bad, but he desperately wants to please the other. To get more of those praises. He moans shamelessly as soon as the other demands it. The moans are loud and needy. Shameless.
He lets his tongue rub the underside of Sylvain’s cock. Swirls it around the head whenever he pulls out enough for him to do so. He can feel the other is close and he wants it so bad.]
All he knows is that his entire body is wracked with pleasure. That he only feels good as the other forces their cock down his throat and uses him as nothing more than something to pleasure his cock.
Wriothesley doesn’t know why he wants this so bad, but he desperately wants to please the other. To get more of those praises. He moans shamelessly as soon as the other demands it. The moans are loud and needy. Shameless.
He lets his tongue rub the underside of Sylvain’s cock. Swirls it around the head whenever he pulls out enough for him to do so. He can feel the other is close and he wants it so bad.]
[This was comfortable. Nice. He lets out a pleased sound in the back of his throat as the other continues to lather him with affection.
He chuckles lowly.]
Oh? It’s my fault? I supposed I’ll have to take responsibility then. It seems I’ve inconvenienced you.
He chuckles lowly.]
Oh? It’s my fault? I supposed I’ll have to take responsibility then. It seems I’ve inconvenienced you.
[A slight tilt of his head as the other breathes out his name. His smile widens.] Cat got your tongue?
[He teases the other gently as he leans in until their lips are only moments apart.] Don’t think too much and just enjoy it. [He presses his lips to kiss the other, the hand on Scott’s chin to move to cradle the back of the mutant’s head.]
[He teases the other gently as he leans in until their lips are only moments apart.] Don’t think too much and just enjoy it. [He presses his lips to kiss the other, the hand on Scott’s chin to move to cradle the back of the mutant’s head.]
Ahaha— at the very least, you are a gentleman. Feel free to take responsibility at any time.
[By just sitting here with him, mostly-- that does the trick. Lorenz is pleasantly surprised this has continued to go well, defying his expectations... almost as if his expectations are bizarre and full of issues--
Mm, never mind. He won't think about that now. He tilts his head to press another kiss up higher, near Wriothesley's jaw.]
And I believe I have pruned, which is inconvenient...
[By just sitting here with him, mostly-- that does the trick. Lorenz is pleasantly surprised this has continued to go well, defying his expectations... almost as if his expectations are bizarre and full of issues--
Mm, never mind. He won't think about that now. He tilts his head to press another kiss up higher, near Wriothesley's jaw.]
And I believe I have pruned, which is inconvenient...
Shut up.
[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.
This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.
What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]
[His cheeks fluster just lightly, not quite matching the colors of his shades, but any further protest or sass is immediately cut off, as they finally close that little remaining distance. A small groan breaks from the center of Scott's chest and there's something just a tad desperate, a bit clingy, as he firmly presses his mouth against the other. A passing thought goes through his head about closing his eyes, maybe imagining that he's kissing his dead girlfriend, but Scott keeps them firmly open, a hand trailing to the back of Wriothesley's hair to grip it almost tightly.
This isn't anything like kissing Jean, and that's probably a good thing. What they shared will always be important, and... and he's not going to think about that right now.
What did Wrio say before they kissed? Just enjoy it. That's great advice.]
[ His dark eyes are intent and watchful as he feels those nails dig into his thighs, watches what plays out across Wriothesley's face, in the lines of his body as Sylvain pushes them both closer. Knowing that if there's a line to cross, he's likely to stumble over it here, but he's both careful and persistent. And Wriothesley is so consumed by pleasure and want that he gives him exactly what he begs for.
His rhythm stutters, slows and picks up again as he draws close to his own peak. And then he feels that tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, feels that moan vibrate around his length, and he tightens his grip a moment before he presses deep. Not enough to choke him or cut off his airway, but close enough to be a concern.
He feels his cock twitch against the man's tongue, that rush of heat that signals how quickly his control is unraveling, and he gazes hungrily down at the needy man before him. Drinking in the sight of him as he presses a hint deeper. ]
Swallow for me, Wriothesley. Every drop. Be a good boy for me.
[ And then he spills with a low, strained groan. ]
His rhythm stutters, slows and picks up again as he draws close to his own peak. And then he feels that tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock, feels that moan vibrate around his length, and he tightens his grip a moment before he presses deep. Not enough to choke him or cut off his airway, but close enough to be a concern.
He feels his cock twitch against the man's tongue, that rush of heat that signals how quickly his control is unraveling, and he gazes hungrily down at the needy man before him. Drinking in the sight of him as he presses a hint deeper. ]
Swallow for me, Wriothesley. Every drop. Be a good boy for me.
[ And then he spills with a low, strained groan. ]
They also don't seem to show the same desire to go home. I wonder if they've been here so long they've forgotten everything else. It would make sense why they keep to the hierarchy so strongly. [It's all pretty strange, when you really start to pick apart the logic of a place like this.
He sighs.] I love a good mystery novel, but not so much a real mystery, I think.
He sighs.] I love a good mystery novel, but not so much a real mystery, I think.
[His mind is so wonderfully blank. All it can focus is on all the sensations going through his body. How he can barely get air in his lungs to the ache of his jaw and throat to how keyed up his body was.
It felt heavenly.
His eyes roll back as his eyelids flutter closed. Of course he'll be good. No. Has to be good. The other climaxes into his mouth and down his throat and he swallows every bit of it. Makes sure that he doesn't spill even a drop.
Wriothesley shudders too as he whines. The way his body tenses up before seemingly relaxing after a moment. And Sylvain will get to see why once they've rode through their orgasm. The way that the floor between his legs is stained with Wriothesley's own seed, having came from being face fucked and giving the other pleasure.]
It felt heavenly.
His eyes roll back as his eyelids flutter closed. Of course he'll be good. No. Has to be good. The other climaxes into his mouth and down his throat and he swallows every bit of it. Makes sure that he doesn't spill even a drop.
Wriothesley shudders too as he whines. The way his body tenses up before seemingly relaxing after a moment. And Sylvain will get to see why once they've rode through their orgasm. The way that the floor between his legs is stained with Wriothesley's own seed, having came from being face fucked and giving the other pleasure.]
And how should I make such reparations? I would hate for things to go sour between us. [Is he flirting a little too much? Perhaps.
There’s no harm right?
He clicks his tongue and grabs the other by the chin so he can capture the man’s lips with his own. If the other was going to leave kisses, then it should be shared in a way he can also return it after all.]
You’re no less handsome even pruned. Don’t worry.
There’s no harm right?
He clicks his tongue and grabs the other by the chin so he can capture the man’s lips with his own. If the other was going to leave kisses, then it should be shared in a way he can also return it after all.]
You’re no less handsome even pruned. Don’t worry.
[ He could tell what had happened before he ever looked down. And if he’s surprised by it, he doesn’t show it. But after his cock has stopped pulsing against the man’s tongue, he pulls out slowly before dropping to his own knees in front of Wriothesley - half to bring him to eye level and half because he doesn’t trust his own legs to hold him right now.
He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]
Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.
He no sooner lands, however, than he’s dragging the other man in closer by that warm grip in his hair, lips finding his as he kisses him, deep and slow. His other hand comes up to cradle at the side of his throat as he gives a soft moan into the kiss. He can taste himself on Wriothesley‘s tongue, but that just makes the whole thing hotter. ]
Oh, yes. [ he murmurs after a moment, pulling back to glance down at the other man’s spent cock between them. Smiling with satisfied pleasure. ] You’re clearly a very good boy.
[Mm, kissing him and telling him he's handsome are pretty decent starts at "reparations," all things considered. Lucky, because Lorenz doesn't have any appropriately cheeky suggestions at the moment.
He steals another kiss, then lays his head back on the other's shoulder.]
Ah, I had gotten worried. [ha ha.] Now, what manner of reparations do you feel you owe?
He steals another kiss, then lays his head back on the other's shoulder.]
Ah, I had gotten worried. [ha ha.] Now, what manner of reparations do you feel you owe?
[ The scars get a glance, but there's nothing on Broca's face that seems to indicate any judgement or question. He's got a fair few of his own doting his newly exposed body, as well as a few places where small, black, almost crystal-like bumps rise from his skin. If Wriothesley doesn't ask about them, Broca's happy to keep the bedroom talk away from the fact that it looked like someone tried to rip out the man's throat in the past.
As the hand squeezes his ass, his tail swishes against Wriothesley's knuckles before the man is moving to unzip his pants, a reminder of something to take care with even as Broca sits up on his knees to make it easier to get those pants off of him.
He's not returning the grin for now, but he as he makes eye contact he looks mildly curious instead of aggressively angry about being there. It's an improvement for sure. ]
As the hand squeezes his ass, his tail swishes against Wriothesley's knuckles before the man is moving to unzip his pants, a reminder of something to take care with even as Broca sits up on his knees to make it easier to get those pants off of him.
He's not returning the grin for now, but he as he makes eye contact he looks mildly curious instead of aggressively angry about being there. It's an improvement for sure. ]
[Wriothesley looks thoroughly debauched. Dried spit was at the corner of his mouth and down his chin and when he opens his eyes to look at the other, they're completely unfocused. Still riding that high and slowly piecing his mind back together after his orgasm.
His body moves instinctively, kissing the other back when he feels lips on his own and easily entiwning his tongue with Sylvain's.
He really was in such a blissful state at the moment. A low whine as the other tells him he's a very good boy. That's right...he was wasn't he? He had been so good to the other. He blinks as his eyes refocus a little and-] Shit. [His mind was taking a good moment to finally catch up.]
His body moves instinctively, kissing the other back when he feels lips on his own and easily entiwning his tongue with Sylvain's.
He really was in such a blissful state at the moment. A low whine as the other tells him he's a very good boy. That's right...he was wasn't he? He had been so good to the other. He blinks as his eyes refocus a little and-] Shit. [His mind was taking a good moment to finally catch up.]
Easy.
[ His voice is low and soothing as he brings Wriothesley‘s forehead to his shoulder, gripping him by the back of the neck and giving him a moment to come back to himself.
He didn’t know if that was meant to happen, or if it was some weird magic trick this place had played on them, but either way, he didn’t want the high to turn to a crash and he soothed a hand against Wriothesley‘s spine as he just held him against him. ]
Take a breath, Wriothesley. You’re okay.
[ His voice is low and soothing as he brings Wriothesley‘s forehead to his shoulder, gripping him by the back of the neck and giving him a moment to come back to himself.
He didn’t know if that was meant to happen, or if it was some weird magic trick this place had played on them, but either way, he didn’t want the high to turn to a crash and he soothed a hand against Wriothesley‘s spine as he just held him against him. ]
Take a breath, Wriothesley. You’re okay.
[The other's warmth was nice and he rests his forehead against the other's shadow as his breathing evens out. The firm hand on the back of his neck is a nice weight to help ground him, he thinks.
Eventually he can't help but chuckle. When he speaks, his voice is totally shot. He sounds like someone who definitely just got thoroughly throatfucked.] Wow. That was...
[Mind blowing? It was better than good.]
Eventually he can't help but chuckle. When he speaks, his voice is totally shot. He sounds like someone who definitely just got thoroughly throatfucked.] Wow. That was...
[Mind blowing? It was better than good.]
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