crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[ Will it, indeed. It's nice, he thinks, to see his lessons paying off.

He hisses, lightly, at the firm press of skin, and he lets his free hand drop to Syrlya's hip to idly rock against him as fingers tangle tighter through his hair, only for his nails to dig deep into the waxy skin in reaction to the teeth that close around his throat.

He grabs his own fistful of the other's hair at the drag of the other's tongue across his throat, pushing him a bit further in his lap in retaliation. It will be an interesting bruise, for certain- but he's sported worse around his neck here, anyway. ]

[Syrlya grunts as he feels Adelis roll against him, and begins to slide his other hand from Adelis' hip to massage his groin. Not for long, before he moves to to grip Adelis' side and get out of the way from then pressing against each other.

His teeth press harder before he releases, using his tongue to feel the indents he's left behind.

He pushes his weight forward in an attempt to shove Adelis down to the bed, and as he does he tilts his head to bite again at another angle, overlapping the first mark. This time he lets his teeth drag as he closes his mouth, the pressure only increasing as he seals the bite.

And if not stopped, he's going to trail these bites down to Adelis' clavicle and the left side of his chest.]

[ There's a light hitched breath at the hand that slips between his legs, cool skin sliding against his own, but you won't find him complaining as it pulls away. He's not about to whine for anything, as is.

He swallows at the tongue that slides over the obvious imprint of teeth, soon to fade and re-emerge on the morrow in the form of bruises. Teeth near his neck instinctively make him twitch, fingers coiling tighter in the other's skin, but they at least steer clear of the right side, where two pinprick holes sit etched in his flesh. This much, he can tolerate.

Syrlya is lighter than he is, but the effort works, back hitting the sheets so his back can arch a bit at the teeth once again pressing to his throat. They drag, the sharp pressure rising, and he lets his fingers pull away from the other's hip to retaliate in turn.

He can keep nibbling all he wants, Adelis reaching down his hand to brush his fingers against the other's erection. There's no rope to keep him down this time, so he'll grip and circle his blackened thumb against the tip, just to see the new reaction. ]

[It's not completely intentional--if Adelis ever explained where Kindred usually feed, it's at the back of Syrlya's mind right now. They just have paid a lot of attention to the neck and shoulders, and he would like to explore.

Down, apparently. Adelis being flat makes this easier and a satisfied smile curls on Syrlya's lips.

And then he sucks in a shuddering breath as Adelis touches the tip of his stem, his bite stalling as a jolt jerks him. Going right for the weak point, huh?

He takes a second, arm trapped under Adelis unable to pull but he can clench his fingers to tighten the existing tug he has on Adelis' hair. And then, determined not to be stopped just yet, he arches over so that he can drag his teeth further down Adelis' chest.

Ah, right. There's a part he's not familiar with, and he's curious... he rolls his tongue around the nipple, slow, wet, and exploratory.]

[ Naturally- it's a bit difficult to reach much in this position, but he won't be content to sit still, either. His grip this time is firmer, as opposed to the feather-light, teasing from before, just to keep him on his toes. If Syrlya wishes to focus, then Adelis doesn't intend to make it easy for him.

The grip on his hair makes him exhale quietly, pressing his thumb down a little harder in retaliation. The scrape of teeth down his chest is dulled by the lack of sharpness, but the indents will surely bruise far more than any other. That, he finds, he doesn't mind so much.

It's the roll of the tongue that earns something more- the hand in Syrlya's hair tightens it's hold, breath hitching as his hand pauses in it's ministrations if but for a moment. That is not something he's quite used to, despite his experience- but he finds he doesn't dislike it, if the way the flesh in question hardens somewhat underneath the slick touch.

Perhaps that's the embarrassing part. ]

[These sensations are still so new to Syrlya. He can't stop the blush on his face or the way his breath hitches as Adelis changes the pressure, but he's determined to not let it stop him just yet. His fingers dig more firmly into Adelis' side so his hand doesn't shake, and... then he feels that shift.

Oh?

Syrlya's gaze rolls up, staring at Adelis with his tongue still against the nipple. And he keeps watching for the changes in his expression as he catches it between his tongue and his top teeth, pressing firmly and rolling it between them.]

[ Hm. He can feel that gaze for a moment, and Adelis notably narrows his eyes in turn, the returning warmth tinting the edges of his ears a light red. He doesn't smile, as if in a sort of challenge, but it doesn't help the way he obviously twitches at the sensation of teeth on his nipple. Weakness discovered, apparently.

A cluck of the tongue, as he pushes down the flush that threatens to crawl further down his ears. ]

Perhaps I should have searched harder to wrap up those wandering hands of yours.

[ This is punctuated by the the soft drag of his nails on the other's stem as he curls his fingers downwards- not even to hurt, but enough to make a point. ]

[It's just short of tearing the flesh, and Syrlya's body shudders as he can't stop a groan from escaping his open mouth. Ah.

He pulls against the nipple as he lifts his head, but ultimately lets it go so he can speak.

... After a second of admiring the angle. He kind of likes Adelis from his direction, too.]

Letting you restrain me is a courtesy. [Adelis can probably guess how he'd get out of ropes, like he gets out of clothes. The hand on his side slides up.] But I certainly won't stop you from returning the favor, now.

[Where are those claws and teeth of yours, Adelis? Though, first, so long as Syrlya is straddling him...

He reaches for the vibrator and holds it up in view.] Final verdict?

[ The groan is satisfying, but he has to bite back a noise of his own at the pull, however small and sharp it is. Well, that's a part of him he's not too sure how he feels about. Anyway.

His grip on Syrlya's hair loosens as the other settles up, although his nails drag down in the process before letting go to prop himself up on his elbow. ]

A courtesy you seemed more than glad to entertain. [ He has seen it, fully well- he got warned in the first encounter, as well. But he's quick as well, so it would at least make for an interesting chase. ] But should I be impressed how quickly you seemed to settle on your tastes?

[ Really, he hadn't expected one encounter to have that much of an influence, but he's hardly complaining.

And then there's that thing again, and Adelis pauses as his other hand lets go, lightly slick fingers pulling away as he seems to contemplate for a few moments. He has not forgotten the mild embarrassment that contraption has brought him, but he also isn't a coward.... ]

...Haah. Why not. [ It's already out, anyway. ] I suppose there's a bloody first for everything.

Oh, I was. But now I would like to entertain you in a different way. [If Adelis would be so kind.

He smiles, pleased, as Adelis agrees, and sets the vibrator down a little closer to grab the oil bottle instead. He twists the cap, pouring it over his fingers and letting it drip down his hand. He rubs it between his fingers and... looks a little curious at it. A few trickles hit his stomach and roll down.]

Huh. [He tilts his head to lick some of it off the back, crinkling his nose a little. It doesn't taste good (expected), but it also doesn't taste spicy (unexpected).]

It has an odd tingle at first. [In case Adelis is wondering. He shifts up on his knees, adjusting his position so that he and settle between Adelis' legs instead of on top of them. He presses his clean hand to the bed, leaning over as two fingers reach to slide down between Adelis' rear.] How does that feel?

Well, since you're so eager.

[ Normally, it would take more to hand off control in some way, but he can take it back easily enough if he feels like it...and honestly, after the week he's had? It might not be so bad.

He occupies with watching Syrlya, although it's rather clear this is a first for him- he knows that rather intimately, so he doesn't have any quips to add at this time. Or he should say he didn't, because the moment Adelis watches the other man lift his hand and curiously lick it, his eyebrows shoot up. ]

...I hope you realize I'm not going to be the one explaining it if you happen to get poisoned from ingesting things you shouldn't.

[ Syr...please don't put random substances in your mouth. That's how you catch things. The crinkle in his face is well-deserved for that, honestly.

'Odd tingle', however, does raise a bit of a red flag, and he squints his gaze at the liquid for a few moments...at least until the bed dips as the other man shifts, and his attention immediately swaps gears to the slick fingers pressing against his skin. Adelis settles back, leaning more of his weight on his elbow as he locks his gaze onto Syrlya instead. ]

I think it feels like you can do better.

[ Well? Impress him. ]

It won't poison me. [He doesn't know this but he sounds confident about it.

And anyway, there's a bigger priority as Adelis eggs him on. So he smiles as their gaze meets, increasing the pressure to slide one finger in. And then the other, trying to mimic the movements as he felt them. Which is a bit of a hazy memory, but there's only so many ways he can slide his fingers around anyway.

He starts with curling them to presses firmly, rubbing, as he lowers himself closer to Adelis.]

[ Okay, Mishka 2.0. He obviously doesn't quite believe that, but if he's so confident, then that's his problem.

There's a slow exhale of breath at the push in, just out of habit- he doesn't need to draw breath, but it comes on instinct, regardless. Syrlya isn't warm, no familiar give of flesh, but it doesn't change how the stroke of his fingers feels good.

Adelis is, however, not particularly loud- the bed dips as he sinks a bit further, lightly rolling his hips with the movement. ]

[That's just as well. Syrlya remembers from before his more subtle sounds, and this time he isn't drowning them out with his own cries.

He leans over further while he methodically thrusts and rubs with his fingers. It's steady, for now, so that he's able to focus on pressing his lips to Adelis'. His tongue out, looking for the invitation into his mouth.]

[ It settles low in his stomach, beginning of a pleasant warmth settling with each methodical push and pull. He does not shift so much as twitch, especially at the rubs. The red inches further down to his cheeks, prolonged contact leeching the cold from his skin despite the lack of a heartbeat, and his lidded gaze only slips from the hand between his leg once Syrlya is hovering over him.

If it's an invitation he wants, then it's one he'll get- albeit it's with the sharp press of pointed teeth into his petal-like lips. He did say to return the favor, after all, and so Adelis will gladly do so- balancing himself on one arm as the other reaches and digs nails against his waist, dragging against the waxy skin. ]

[A twitch runs up Syrlya's body as Adelis' nails drag, the outer level of leaves cleanly splitting along the lines he makes. He tilts his head, closing his eyes as he moves to slowly deepen the kiss--before pushing forward harder, suddenly, his tongue and fingers pushing in with more force. He cups over Adelis' groin with the rest of his hand, thumb rubbing the underside of his erection.]

[ A distinctly different sensation then that of his fingers scratching roughly across flesh, it gives so easy beneath his nails- he likes that, he thinks. More than he usually would. The light tilt of the other's head betrays nothing, somewhat expecting his usual exploratory touch, so Syrlya receives a sharp jolt running up Adelis' spine the moment both the other's tongues and digits rock forward far more aggressively.

This, and the cool skin brushing across his erection drag a low groan from his throat, hips canting upwards into it. Nails dig in sharper, both for grip and to make a point, as his tongue slides across the other's. Somebody really has been taking those lessons to heart. ]

[In a distant part of his mind, he's glad Adelis' feeding can be controlled. Feeling that groan roll through the kiss alights a primal part of him, a need to fit his own body against Adelis'.

But the sharp pricks of nails grounds him, and he does not lower his own hips. His own arousal is still secondary to Adelis, and he wants to maintain the other's pleasure. So... he hopes this vibrator is as good as Snargle said.

His chest is getting tight as he struggles to takes breaths around the kiss. He closes his eyes as he hand presses firmly, rubbing, before he finally pulls it free. He shifts forward a little, arching higher so his slick hand can grab the vibrator and transfer most of the oil still sticking to his hand. The tip slides around and up Adelis' thigh as he feels the direction back to his rear, and then he pushes the end in slowly.

Just the end, at first, and he feels around (do his fingers feel shaky? No matter--) for the switch.

He flicks it on, and continues his slow push in as it hums, the steady vibration only partly muffled as it fills Adelis.]

[ He feels...slightly warmer than usual, oddly enough, but part of him chalks it up to the touch suffusing the warmth through him once again. The arousal is normal. Perhaps the room itself is too hot, but he pushes it to the back of his mind to focus on the more important.

Adelis does, despite the pang in his stomach, allow Syrlya to breathe- he is, after all, the only one of them who longer needs to. When he pulls away, it's to drag his mouth to the other's neck, letting the sharp points of his teeth scrape the freshly repaired foliage he had broken so long ago. He feels the fingers leave, leaving this empty feeling, but doesn't offer a whine- only his own grip twitching.

He is not entirely sure what he's expecting, feeling the light press of something metal to his thigh. The first press doesn't make him flinch, but it's the moment the switch is flipped and it pulses against him that has his teeth sinking into the curve of Syrlya's neck. He swallows the startled noise, but a shaky breath still escapes regardless, shudder sliding up his spine as blackened fingers in the sheets and the other man's skin coil tight as it pushes further inside him. It's a wholly new sensation, but it's the farthest thing from unpleasant. ]

[Syrlya gasps as sharp teeth sink into his neck, his head drooping as a shiver runs through him. He can't ignore the shake in his hands now, but he chalks it up to the ache from his own arousal being untouched. Still, it means he moves a little slower with the final push, letting the vibrator sit deep inside as he pulls himself together.

Still, he wants... to touch. Needs to. He shifts his weight as he slides his arm against the bed towards Adelis'. He fingers splay along the skin, warmer than before, until he can find fingers which his own can lace between and clasp. It's grounding, in a way, controlling the shake just a little and Syrlya draws the hand closer to brush his lips along the blackened tips.] Adelis.

[ There's the faint taste of something sticky on his tongue, between the sharp clench of his teeth- but it's at the back of his mind, when the vibrator nigh all the way in him, thrumming against his walls with a buzz that's still noticeable to the ears. It's- a lot, especially as it sits untouched inside for him for a few moments, his teeth still being in Syrlya's neck the only thing preventing him from grinding them together.

There's a cool touch to his skin, feeling slightly more feverish than warm, and his hand twitches in surprise at the fingers that idly lace through his own. Adelis pulls free, pulling up somewhat to peer bewildered at their hands, before the lips press to the inky black stains of his skin. The flush is crawling further, down his cheeks and to his neck, and the silence sounds uncommonly erotic with the hitch of his breath and the noise of the toy still nestled tight in him.

He peers through lidded eyes, glasses falling lightly down his nose, and he tugs their hands closer. For some reason, he doesn't mind this so much. ]

Are you going- [ His voice is low, and his hips shift on the sheets. ] To keep me waiting?

[Syrlya watches, out the corner of lidded eyes, as the flush spreads over. As Adelis looks back at him past the rim of his glasses and if Syrlya didn't know he needed them, he'd have swept them off his face to reach every part of it.

Oh.

He feels... hazy, arousal pulling him under the water. He delivers a dreamy smile as Adelis' words almost float past him. Almost.]

Ah. [He voice cracks a little, and after Adelis pulls their hands closer he moves to press then to the bed with their fingers entwined.

His other hand cradles Adelis' face, his neck, unsteady down his body until his fingers brush the edge of the vibrator.]

Sorry, you're just so beautiful. [His fingers stumble before he gets a full grip on the vibrator. Then his body sinks down, legs spread as he presses his groin into Adelis'. His arm pinned between them, but he's just taller enough that his wrist has movement. Good.

His whole body shudders.] I can't wait either. I want to make you feel good...

[He starts to pull the vibrator out, slowly--and then thrusts it back in with speed. Out slow, in fast, following echoes of what had felt so good in him. All the whole his hips pin down Adelis', his lead drooping to barely hover over has he watches Adelis' face. This is the last thing he sees clearly, as the haze in his mind depend his focus.

Everything is instinct, movement, a chase for pleasure. To be touched. To hear moans slip from between Adelis' lips again.]

[ The unnatural heat that settles over him is...somewhat alarming. He's used to the effects of poisons, of hallucinogens, of various things he's consumed to build resistances- but this is something else. It makes the skin of his face flush ever so slightly, makes the hair on the back of his neck stick from sweat.

Adelis' pushed down again, laced fingers pressed to the bed, and despite himself he feels no strong desire to pull them free. The touch is gentle, more than he'd prefer, but the brush of skin garners no protest from his suddenly dry throat, especially as they nudge the device still nestled inside him.

The compliment makes him feel...he doesn't know, but his ears burn a bit brighter despite it all, resisting the urge to shift his gaze elsewhere. Compliments feel odd to his ears now, that he cannot stand to look at himself long in the mirror, but Syrlya's insistence settles better than he'd like.

The other's cool skin presses down to his own, and his breath hitches at the brush against his cock. Painfully close is what they are, and the other's arm trapped between them is quickly pushed aside in his mind as the vibrator slowly slides out with a slick noise.

And then it's shoved in, and oh, his hips arch into Syrlya's. He is not normally so sensitive, so good at keeping himself together, but the vibration and slow drag against his walls coupled with every fast thrust makes his stomach burn hotter. His fingers curl tight in Syrlya's grasp, digging his nails against his hand as his breath quickens, and his head lightly tilts back as the other's face dips closer.

Adelis does not need support, and so his other hand arches to the other man's back, to scrape down the curve of his spine. He is still not too loud, not desperate, faintly aware of his own heightened senses and the hazy look in the other's eyes, but the arousal makes every touch pleasant enough to absentmindedly crave more. ]

[Oh.

Adelis hips pushing up into his cracks the last bit of control he was holding onto. He needs Adelis, now, or else the urge will surely break him.

His grip also tightens, and he pushes his body down into Adelis' and rocks it forward in time with every thrust. Adelis is so much warmer, wetter, and Syrlya watches his face through half-lidded eyes as he grinds down on Adelis, pushing them both into the best--and on the next thrust he surges harder and angles to force their lips together, force his way into Adelis' mouth out a ravenous hunger for him. He tilts his body upward, head angled down so he doesn't have to break the kiss while he continues to roll front to front in type to the thrusting of the vibrator. His teeth sink against lips and his tongue runs over sharp canines, ready to break skin as the kisses are just as relentless.]

[ He isn't expecting the sharp press of the other down on him to accompany the thrum and thrusts, and oh, that's a lot. A lot of feeling, a lot of heat, and for all his experience, he's never felt this sweltering, especially so quickly.

Being pushed further into the mattress with each thrust against him doesn't deter him any, and he claws his grip tighter as he rolls his own hips up to meet each and every grind. The kiss, Adelis welcomes- and while the hunger makes it tempting, he shoves it down in favor of a different kind. This is messier than usual, lips smashing together without much ceremony or control, but that works for him just fine. The cut of his teeth dig into Syrlya's more delicate lips, scrape the length of his tongue, returning the desperation.

He has the faintest idea of what's happening now, in the back of his lust-hazed mind, but the fire in his blood overrides whatever complaints he would have had about it...for now, anyway.

One particular sharp thrust of the vibrator against his insides, and his body jolts, gasp swallowed up by the other's hungry mouth. For all his decent attempts at composure, the brush, the vibration, against that spot inside him in his current state has sparks dancing behind his eyelids. ]

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