[Themis wonders if perhaps the other man merely needs a bit of a push. Clearly he still holds back, and that just would not do. He kisses back just as fervently, as hungrily, and oh does he want to see those flames flicker. Burn bright as a sunburst, flickering from the force. He would see that, but first-
The hand not working their cocks buries itself into Lahabrea's hair and grips, pulling his head away and holding him still. Blue eyes burn hot as they meet with smoldering red.]
Perhaps I would enjoy such things. Is that what you desire? To claim me so? To show all whose bed you had been taken in, whom you had lain with? No lies would fall from my lips, with a smile would I speak your name - bites from the mighty Speaker, marks I would proudly bear.
[Holding him firm, Elidibus leans in, breathing against the sensitive skin of Lahabrea's neck. He remembers how those touches in particular had effected the other man, and so now he laves his tongue against it, lips skimming the surface. He teases and tortures only for a few moments before speaking against his skin.]
Perhaps you require a demonstration. A taste.
[And he bites down, in the middle of that sensitive flesh. Again and again he bites, holding firm still by Hephaistos's hair, hand still pumping their erections, but more slowly now. He does not break the skin, but only just, leaving indentations upon that tender surface, reddened and so obvious of his passage. The sight excites him further, and he makes a decision.
He continues to hold Lahabrea by the hair but drops their cocks, sighing at the sudden loss of sensation. With a brief wave he summons a bottle of oil from his own bedroom, unstoppering it with his teeth before slicking those same fingers and setting it aside. To be used again shortly. Only now does he release his grip on Lahabrea's hair, oiled hand slipping down to slip between his legs, teasing his entrance. The freed second hand presses against Hephaistos's chest, directly over his heart.]
Cease holding yourself back.
[And then slips a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out. He is gentle, here, careful, but no less relentless as he seeks his prostate. Upon discovery, he rubs against it slowly, drawing out every stroke. His intentions are crystal clear.]
I will catch you, stoke your flames, as you flicker. Never will I allow your fire to go out.
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[Themis wonders if perhaps the other man merely needs a bit of a push. Clearly he still holds back, and that just would not do. He kisses back just as fervently, as hungrily, and oh does he want to see those flames flicker. Burn bright as a sunburst, flickering from the force. He would see that, but first-
The hand not working their cocks buries itself into Lahabrea's hair and grips, pulling his head away and holding him still. Blue eyes burn hot as they meet with smoldering red.]
Perhaps I would enjoy such things. Is that what you desire? To claim me so? To show all whose bed you had been taken in, whom you had lain with? No lies would fall from my lips, with a smile would I speak your name - bites from the mighty Speaker, marks I would proudly bear.
[Holding him firm, Elidibus leans in, breathing against the sensitive skin of Lahabrea's neck. He remembers how those touches in particular had effected the other man, and so now he laves his tongue against it, lips skimming the surface. He teases and tortures only for a few moments before speaking against his skin.]
Perhaps you require a demonstration. A taste.
[And he bites down, in the middle of that sensitive flesh. Again and again he bites, holding firm still by Hephaistos's hair, hand still pumping their erections, but more slowly now. He does not break the skin, but only just, leaving indentations upon that tender surface, reddened and so obvious of his passage. The sight excites him further, and he makes a decision.
He continues to hold Lahabrea by the hair but drops their cocks, sighing at the sudden loss of sensation. With a brief wave he summons a bottle of oil from his own bedroom, unstoppering it with his teeth before slicking those same fingers and setting it aside. To be used again shortly. Only now does he release his grip on Lahabrea's hair, oiled hand slipping down to slip between his legs, teasing his entrance. The freed second hand presses against Hephaistos's chest, directly over his heart.]
Cease holding yourself back.
[And then slips a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out. He is gentle, here, careful, but no less relentless as he seeks his prostate. Upon discovery, he rubs against it slowly, drawing out every stroke. His intentions are crystal clear.]
I will catch you, stoke your flames, as you flicker. Never will I allow your fire to go out.
[Spoken like a promise.]