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[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.]

I find that society easily likes to fit people into boxes. I don't think it takes that much for someone to be considered sweet though.

[Wriothesley is appreciating the pretty picture that Nimah had made for him.]

Oh, so leave a guy guessing huh? Well, I do love a bit of danger myself and I enjoy a bit of fun. I'll just have to test my luck everytime then.

Is that so? I suppose that never changes, no matter how the years pass.

[there's a wry sort of understanding there, and a sense that they're rather more comfortable like this. society... well, it's been a long time. they can deal with it when need be.]

Precisely. It makes the next encounter more enticing, don't you think?

It makes it easier to people, I suppose. To make sense of things by making them fit into these preconceived notions.

[Isn't this subject a little deep for just giving a guy a handjob? Honestly, he probably has had some weirder topics. Prison is exciting that way.]

You are enticing enough, monsieur. No need to keep me on my toes.

Yes, that does sound very human of them.

[it's not that big a deal, is it? at least, Nimah is fairly used to getting into philosophical conversations with people during or after sex... that's probably just them, though.]

Come now, it's for my benefit too. Or do you not like mystery, Wriothesley?

[it's still not great on their tongue, after so many years of speaking Japanese pretty much exclusively... but it's better than the first attempt, if still more of a rolled and accented Raitsuri. what a mouthful.]

Maybe I’m a boring guy who doesn’t like to be surprised. Immediate gratification and what have you.

[He isn’t even trying to make a believable argument. Based on his actions down to chasing Nimah’s climax and not his own, he has basically done the opposite of what he’s saying right now.]

Maybe I’m amiable to it if the mystery is in my favor.

If that's the case, you may have chosen the wrong partner.

[It's enough to earn a near snort of laughter, fully aware of the hypocrisy of what he says versus what he's done. Fingers trail over his chest, digging in only briefly against the swell of it in a warm tease, moving down toward his hips.]

If the mystery is in your favor... that's up to your own ability, isn't it? What's fun for you is rarely not also fun for your partner, after all.

Ah, what a shame.

[This conversation is really quite silly.

He groans though as he arches his back as those fingers wander over his body. The obvious intent in those touches.]

Ah, well, I find a lot of things fun. I think it works out in my favor by finding a lot of things fun.

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