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[maybe this is what they wanted all along, Wriothesley. anything that's fun and not boring, that's really all they're chasing. right now, that happens to be pushing buttons until something happens... which it has. the other leans in closer, straddling their thighs just so, the press of their lengths together pulling a soft shudder out of them.

the brush of air against an ear is almost too much for the sensitivity of them, but they lean forward a little, hips just barely shifting in the motion. hands move to find purchase over bare skin, intending to squeeze comfortably at his thighs.]

Mmm... being at your mercy? No, it makes me a curious kitten. What's next? I can barely breathe for the anticipation.

[that is a complete falsehood, but it sounds good, especially the way they let their breath go and thin the sound out. it's shameless, alongside the way their body reacts so plainly to every touch.]

[He chuckles.]

Do you always play with your food? We both know you're far from being at my mercy. [If Nimah wanted to get him off, it wouldn't be that hard for them to do so. The man is clearly playing along with him. Still, he's more than willing to play this charade.

He yanks at Nimah's hair to force their head back so he can lick and nip at their throat. A chaste little kiss at the man's chin.] How cute of you.

[While he mouths at Nimah's throat, his free hand moves to circle around both their lengths and starts to stroke the both of them.]

Play with my food? [look at that pout. it's very unconvincing, too amused.] I don't always play, just when it seems like it might be—nngh—fun.

[oh that is a full-body shudder he gets out of them when yanking their hair back, the shift of a gasp rising and falling where his tongue and teeth meet their throat. a shuddered breath, alongside a faintly rumbled laugh.] I haven't been called cute in—mmnh—quite a long time.

[warm fingers tangle in his hair then, tugging encouragingly in time with his mouth. hips rise up finally when his hand encircles both of their lengths, a faint show of flexibility pressing their waists closer together. there's only a cursory tug back against the hand in their hair, facilitating the jolt of electricity down their spine.]

I have to say... you smell even better from this distance. [he's still not completely separate from the scent of the shampoo, but all of him is more intoxicating from this close.]

You are not very convincing, monsieur. You don't always play. Does that mean you mostly play?

[He grazes his teeth over Nimah's throat before sucking a few hickeys there. Nimah might not be able to admire them, but others certainly will be able to.] Well, that's a shame. Maybe other people are blind too if they can't see how cute you are.

[A pleased groan as he rocks his hips at the same rhythm as him stroking the both of them. The hand in Nimah's hair moves to grasp the other's shoulder if mostly to steady himself as he jerks both of them off.]

Is that all you're thinking about. How I smell? [A breathless chuckle.] Not literally anything else we're doing? [He doesn't really know what the shampoo actually has done other than apparently make him give off a scent that sounded uniquely very him. He doesn't know how that affects the other.]

I believe they call that question a "trap," and so I should refrain from answering. [and then, barely a beat later:] I play whenever it feels fun.

[and it's true, Nimah might not be able to admire the hickeys, but they sure will feel them for a while to come. among the fact that others will definitely see it. still, the words earn an undignified snort from Nimah, despite the faint breathiness in the aftermath. help.] Maybe they have different preferred terms... mm. Cute, pretty, beautiful... I'm sure there are plenty of others I've forgotten. Mostly insults.

[insults they are plainly pleased to have earned. Wriothesley's hand moves and they tilt their head a little to give him more space, still keeping pace with his other on their dicks.]

Nnh... are you saying I shouldn't? It's intoxicating and—haah—new... and my nose is sharp on a normal day. [fingers graze down scarred skin, coming to rest on his chest, tapping lightly. all the same, they manage to nuzzle in with their mouth close to his ear.] I'm a kitten, remember? It ought to be enough to drive me crazy and accept most anything, no?

[it... actually kind of is though. they put a lot of light whimsy on it, but there's an undertone there that suggests just how much it's doing for them to be half-pinned under it. between that and the hair pulling, they are feeling quite docile, just barely there enough to be a brat.]

Oh, you're the kind of guy who does things based on feelings, huh? [He does love hearing the sounds the other makes. It's really quite delectable. He sinks his teeth into the meat of Nimah's shoulder, nails digging into the other. Not enough to break skin, though he has to be careful with his canines, but it'll definitely leave a mark.]

I don't know about that. Cute is a very specific subset of descriptors. I would take adorable too though. You're quite adorable.

[His strokes slowly quicken in speed, breathy little moans escaping his lips as he shamelessly brings both of them pleasure. A slight arch of his back.] I'll be honest. I really don't know what you're smelling and how it affects you. [Wriothesley only used enough shampoo to wash his hair. It wasn't anywhere close for him to get affected by it himself.]

A shame though. Maybe I shouldn't have spoiled you so much. I thought you've be a more active participant with you being so touchy at the beginning.

You could say that— [Their voice hitches with the bite, a shudder running down their spine as nails dig into the other side. Rude, really rude.]

Haaah... haha, adorable is a new one. What descriptors would that imply?

[though, there's a faint pause there, their clever(?) little quip set back behind this words. Ah.] mm, it was partly a joke. A game to play.

[more though, there's a moment of quiet after Wriothesley speaks. in spite of the pleasant haze of it all, of their still wandering hands and entrapped hips still pressed into each thrust (slowing then, nearly to a stop despite the increased pace of his hand), the barest touch of cool slips through their tone when they speak again.]

... if you find it displeasing, then you're welcome to actually tell me what you want from me. I wasn't aware that movement and touch were inactivity.

[outside of his words, they haven't really been able to glean too much for reactions, and they don't recall him saying he'd like any one thing. He'd pressed them down, in fact, continued on the same path of assertion after their admission about their hair—maybe, they suppose, it would be easier if they could see. But to be told they're being less active when they don't think they have been... it does sit unpleasantly in the air. ]

[Wriothesley pauses at that. He can tell that he had upset the other. That maybe he had poked a little too hard.

More so, he realizes that it isn’t probably Nimah’s fault at all. The more gentle and unhurried touches isn’t bad. He was just impatient. He was too used to hurried, rough sex where the two of them would just try to quickly reach their climax as passionately as possible then move on.

It isn’t even like he doesn’t know how to take it slow. He adapts to his partner, but that wasn’t what people had wanted. Not with him.

He smiles apologetically. Nimah might not be able to see it but he can probably hear it.] You didn’t do anything wrong.

[He shifts a little to make himself more comfortable.] Sorry. I’m more used to something more aggressive and hurried. This isn’t bad. [Perhaps someone else would be more embarrassed to be put on the spot like that and potentially ruining the mood, but Wriothesley was a guy who could admit faults or to relent that he might be the problem.

Mostly, he would hate the other think they were bad when it wasn’t the case.]

[Nimah is old enough to speak up when something ruffles them, when it feels like it matters. too old not to, they think... but at least they're still willing to listen.

it's funny, they think. the miscommunication had broken down just so abruptly, and they should probably consider why. the implication of inaction is... well, they don't want to think about it, and it doesn't matter here. quiet heartbeats pass, and they put no expectation out there for what Wriothesley will do.]

... I know I didn't.

[it's not as sharply spoken, a soft exhale of a sigh as eyes close. maybe those are bothering them too, even in the dim light of the communal bathrooms. they can't see shapes, but the light still exists.]

You're forgiven. And— [callused fingers draw up over Wriothesley's skin, resting briefly on his cheek, a laugh on his lips.] now you know there is a reason I ask.

[weight shifting under him, their thumb strokes his cheek briefly. it still isn't a perfect return, as perhaps it couldn't be, but they're quite good at just going back to how they were. discomfort? who's that, fam?]

Anyway... to the value of what's enjoyable, then? You were telling me why I was adorable. And leaving marks. Although...

[they don't think that was unclear either, given how loud they tend to be, but—fair's fair enough, isn't it? and this time, they lead him down a little, enough to press their mouths together.

if slow and indulgent is fine, then of course they're going to lean into it.]

[He immediately leans into Nimah's touch, his shoulders relaxing a little. Well, it's nice that Nimah seems to roll with the punches well.] I don't like answering questions. [This is said mostly in jest, but not completely wrong. It is mostly joking though.

Wriothesley chuckles a little.] What? You don't think a guy your size becoming putty in my hand isn't adorable? Surely you must realize how charming and sweet that is.

[Something something gap moe-

A pleasant sigh is swallowed by Nimah as Wriothesley sighs into the kiss. He digs his nails lightly into the other's shoulders. Slow and indulgent is definitely fine if Nimah was going to kiss him with such a slow and passionate kiss like this. Nimah might be weak to such fond and indulgent touches, but Wriothesley was honestly not much better about it.]

[cheeky. it helps them to settle back in, a little at a time. they can do cheeky. a huff of laughter escapes them, aware of the joking tone at least.] Well, a little communication goes a long way. Now you know.

[that question pulls a crooked smile to their lips, truly amused. as old as they are, they've heard plenty of arguments on the subject of their looks...]

I think it's surprising. I'm not any bigger than you, am I? [they are fully aware that they're not small, but also having no perspective for what is "normal" for sighted people's attractions is... well, it's a thing.] But since you think so... perhaps I'll give you a little more of that. I like it... mm. When someone can tell I'm not so one-note.

["perhaps," they say, like they haven't already fallen into his touches. like it's not easy to drop them right out of aggression.

but his mouth is more important, now. Nimah is slow but fervid, tongue sliding out to lap at his lips, to beg entrance. warm fingers return to their wandering, tracing firmly over scar and muscle alike. one pauses over his chest, rough-skinned thumb flicking against a nipple as their hips rock upward, testing the space between them again.]

I thought people were into the tall and mysterious types. [A little bit of joking. Wriothesley doesn't quite fit that bill. He's pretty friendly enough. He just also keeps a lot of cards close to his chest.]

We are not small people, monsieur. [He laughs a little at that.] As far as average goes, we're on the taller side and all. Our appearance just isn't what most would think cute at first glance. [Wriothesley reaches out and gently presses his finger against Nimah's nose. He actually boops the man on the nose.] I think you're rather cute though.

[He would have willingly parted his lips without any hesitation, but he can't help but moan into Nimah's mouth as he arches his back at the feel of a calloused thumb teasing one of his nipples mixed with the feeling of their cocks slide together. Nails dig lightly into Nimah's shoulders as he tries to keep himself grounded.] Ah, be careful. I'm sensitive there.

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It depends on the decade, I find... but you're plenty mysterious even when I can figure out what you like, I think.

[they have zero concept of the idea of gap moe, but they do at least have a concept of their height, living in Japan for as long as they have. but it pleases them to hear him say it, which is really why they persisted. probably.

... they do make a faintly indignant little noise when Wriothesley boops their nose, though. cute.]

I can tell I won't change your mind on the matter... so I can accept being called cute, for now.

[ah, but that's a little surprising. he's more sensitive there than they would have expected, even considering their own circumstance... nails dig into shoulders and they exhale a contented groan of their own.]

You know... that really doesn't make me want to stop... [lips press to his again, abandoning the idea of too deep a kiss for now (truly, they really are too spontaneous sometimes) in favour of testing this newfound little factor. fingers shift to pinch and twist that nipple with slow, deliberate pressure, just the barest graze of nails joining the fun. not enough to get him going too hard (probably), but definitely enough to ramp up the anticipation a little higher.] I may not be aggressive, but if you're going to hand me payback on a silver platter... I'm not a saint.

[Wow, if you make a noise like that, he'll just want to boop you on the nose again. The other really was very cute.]

For now? [He laughs.] And what might make you charge your mind? Will I get in trouble for calling you cute if you decide it's no longer acceptable?

[This time he moans into the kiss, his hips rocking a little as he rubs their lengths together, spurred by the hands on his chest. Nimah can probably feel the way Wriothesley's cock twitches from the stimulation. The needy sounds that spill from the boxer's lips as they're swallowed by the other.] Payback... I've done nothing to warrant payback, monsieur. [Playing innocent.]

How enjoyable it would be for it to not be acceptable. [It's such an easy answer, given with a soft chuckle. Of course there are legitimate answers, but that's not really what they're doing here, is it?] There is a good chance I'd have to consider... you might enjoy it too much otherwise.

[they're not so far off, in that. Whatever feels fun, nothing made too serious. Honestly, Nimah isn't even sure their normal proclivities and instincts are that far off. At least that question will answer itself over time.]

No clue at all, mm? Well, it's up to you whether you retaliate later or not, then. [Their mouths meet again, and this time with teeth nipping at his bottom lip. They're not as sharp as the warden's, but they do the job nicely enough. There's some effort there, to keep their senses properly in action—the rock of them both together, both in slightly awkward action against the movement of his hand, as pleasure continues to mount. By now they can't keep from shuddering pleasantly, getting closer to that edge as they are.]

You make it sound like I'm a glutton for punishment! [Wriothesley just laughs though. Maybe he does like to push buttons a little bit and see what happens in return.

Of course, they're all calculated risks. Wriothesley is no fool.

...Sometimes.]

Cluele-ahh [A shiver as his moan is swallowed by Nimah's lips. He parts his lips immediately to deepen their kiss, tongue entwining. His hand wraps around both their cocks to roughly stroke them together. He wants this and he was sure the other did too.

He grins against the kiss.] Perish the thought. All I need is to see how you'll look once you reach your limit. A gorgeous man like you...

Haha, is that how it sounds? Perhaps I just see a little of myself in you.

[it's a bold claim to make, a weakness most might not want to give—but you know, he's already pulled a lot out of them, so it seems silly to be coy about anything else, maybe.

besides, he's not so far off from them, judging by his reactions. tongues twine, hot and wet, pulling back only to breathe and only just enough.]

Mmn... how I look, and that's all... such restraint may yet rival my own. And such—nngh—flattery, besides... [granted, this is one meeting, one moment.

he won't have to wait too much longer though, as rough fingers shift impatiently, finding a warm home around the rough curve of his hip, his shoulder. eyes close, focusing in on every sensation between them, and they lean into each stroke, grinding cocks together. it's a sweet expression, even in the dim light of the baths, a touch of pink to their cheeks that all cut through the determined focus they keep so carefully.]

I don't think that's possible for you. [A teasing little joke because he obviously knows what the other means, but he can't help but point it out all the same. A bit of humour and all.

He only gives the other moments to catch their breath before his mouth is back on those lips and his tongue wanting to taste more. Greedy. He's being a little greedy and as long as Nimah doesn't stop him, he'll certainly keep taking what he wants.]

Mm, you're being quite wordy. I just think you look good and I think you will look even better when you're at the peak of your pleasure. You can call it flattery, but I am merely being h-ahhnest...

[The rock of his hips and his hand around their two cocks are becoming more and more erratic with their movements. An arch of his back because he doesn't want to drop his head down. He wants to watch the other's face as they get lost in their pleasure.] You look good...

[oh no. by the grin that pulls from Nimah's lips, Wriothesley has found their weakness: stupid jokes about their sight.

and really, they'd respond but it's better just responding to the press of his mouth, willing if not completely complacent. there's always something daring about it, echoed with the huff of laughter when Wriothesley speaks again.]

I'm always... nngh... quite wordy, if I'm not stopped. [at least, like this...] Flattery can be—honest too... haah, fuck...

[it's such a comfortable sensation, aching as pleasure mounts. they can only imagine how he's positioned, the way his back arches by the weight of him moving over their hips, and it's delicious in its own.] I'm glad you, think s—oh, fuck—

[it's both abrupt and not, the way they arch and jolt, drawing in close as their features tense and furrow in the wake of it.]

[Hah. He really liked that, did he? It just means that Wriothesley will have to sprinkle more of those type of comments in when there's an opportunity. Wriothesley is definitely an opportunist when he wants to be.]

Well, that's fine. I like hearing your voice, so talk away. [The way that the other is struggling to get their thoughts out properly is delightful to say the least.] That is, ah if you can...

[He keeps one arm around Nimah's neck, hand tangled in their hair as a means to keep himself seated on the other's lap. His hand around their erections is roughly stroking them. He's also desperate to reach completion just as much as he's desperate to see the other come undone.] Won't you show me, sweetheart?

[that's all well and good, really. Nimah likes opportunists, and the idea of their relationship leaning on that whimsy is hardly unpleasant.]

You're certainly not... making it easy... [it's obvious that's something he likes, anyway, so they hardly try to fight through making it clearer.

moreover, he's got a good grip on them, pleasantly demanding even before the grasp on their hair. really, what an interesting guy.] Since you've asked so—nngh!—nicely, darling...

[it has nothing to do with that, of course. they could hold out a little longer if they wanted to, and they haven't wanted to this entire time. fingers dig into his back as their orgasm hits, a final rock of hips into his hand alongside a sharp, pleasured moan. it's bound to be a mess like this... ah well. if they minded that, they probably would have stopped him.]

You don't want me to be easy, right? [A breathless laughter. It's not like Wriothesley is one to talk. He prides himself in his stamina to keep going, but he can feel that wonderful heat coil in the pit of his stomach with every passing second.

He ignores his own pleasure though to appreciate the man he was seated upon. The sting of nails in his skin as he soaks in the sounds and sigh of the other as they ride through their orgasm. How wonderful. He doesn't care about the other's seed that splatters onto their exposed stomachs nor how it flows over his hand as he strokes the other until every drop of their spend is wrung out of their cock.

And instead of continue to stroke himself, he can't help but raise that hand to his lips. He makes it a point to be extra noisy as he licks and swallow Nimah's seed. The wet pop as he licks each finger clean and the smack of lips. Shameless.] Mm, thanks for the meal. [What a little shit.]

I wouldn't dare to... tell you to be any... nngh... specific way. [a hum, warm and close.] But I'm not complaining...

[It's as much as they can get out, really, before they're working through every sensation in the wake of their orgasm. Even as it dies down, the last of their spend trailing down to their belly as he pulls back, they feel the lingering, heady warmth pulling them into lazy indulgence.

The sound of him licking his fingers clean is loud in their ears, hopelessly lewd. And his voice earns yet another laugh, fingers slowly easing they grip and pulling back away.]

How could I refuse... when you asked so nicely? Haha.

Oh? How openminded of you. What a sweetheart.

[Wriothesley is more than content, even if he hasn't climaxed. There was just something so enjoyable watching someone roll through their orgasm and that bliss mindlessness that follows. He gets to enjoy every moment of that as Nimah slowly comes down from their high.]

So I could get whatever I wanted if I ask nice enough? That's dangerous. [A chuckle.]

Mm, you think so? I would have expected it to take more effort than that to be considered so sweet.

[their voice settles back into place first, and it's a slow, rolling process thereafter. in some measure, Nimah is aware of the other man's situation, but if it's nothing he's worrying about, they're not liable to rush on that. they'll get there when they get there.]

I do enjoy a little danger... though of course I have my limits. Defining what "nicely" is at any given time would be no fun though, I think. [terrible.]

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Guy who closed tag half written...

Omg... rip tbh

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