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[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. ]

[The moan that rolls from Syrlya's throat into Adelis' stutters as his body jolts right under Syrlya's. It's so much with every nerve in his body tingling with sensitivity. His grip tightens, the thrusting momentarily stopping deep into the push as the pressure snaps. His fingers gripped around the end fo the vibrator press against Adelis' warm skin.

His whole body shudders as he comes, and yet--it doesn't bring any relief. His stamen is still erect, and the high of the orgasm is undercut by a tension that still won't quite release.

Is he really that wound up? He much does he need this?

He groans, desperate, and thrusts his hips impatiently into Adelis' again.]

A--Adelis, I--[His lips murmur against lips, eyes barely fluttering open.] I need you--keep. Touching me. Please.

[His thoughts are so hazy. He was... satisfying Adelis, but the want gnawing inside him is impossible to ignore anymore. He needs more.]

[ The sharp thrusts are enough, the vibration is enough, but the moment it comes to a grinding halt, stuck deep as it buzzes away against his insides, is more than enough. The shudder of the other man against him frays the thread enough they snap, and a strangled moan of his own slips out as a hard shiver drives up his spine.

Were he in his right mind, he would never come this fast, but his nerves are burning hot, and he doesn't even care for the mess smearing over his stomach. That's a problem for a later Adelis.

Naturally, it's not enough, however, and his nails dig further at the sharp thrust of the other's hips against him again, rocking back as he grips Syrlya's shoulders in turn. The plead against him lights the harsh fire in him again, and a growl slides past his lips in turn. ]

Fine.

[ It's not aggravated, no- it's desperate, and without warning he promptly up and shoves him back- up, farther, until Adelis can get up. The vibrator is discarded on the bed, absentmindedly mourning the loss of something inside him, but too focused on the insatiable heat in his stomach. One hand presses to the other's stomach to push him back a little more, all whilst he leans between his legs, glasses sliding down his nose-

And upon wrapping his other hand around Syrlya's erection, slides his tongue up the length of it. ]

[It almost feels like he teleported, when his mind blinks into awareness to find he's already halfway with his back to the bed. Adelis' voice at a pitch he's never heard before.

But Adelis doesn't quite come up all the way with him. With the grip on his hand lost, Syrlya reaches again until his fingers find perch in Adelis' hair. Gently, at first, the texture grounding him in reality--

Until Adelis' tongue slides up his damp stamen, and then his fingers twist and clench the strands firmly.] Ah!

[It's still so sensitive but the need from the aphrodisiac overrides the soreness--and instead he shifts forward, a silent request for more.]

[ It has been a while since he's used his mouth, but at this point, he doesn't really care much- as long as he's touching him in some way, just to sate the arousal still burning under his skin. He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck as he shifts his grip on the other's slick skin, the bed faintly creaking beneath his knees as he arches forward a bit more.

The fingers is his hair are welcome- the tug, the tight clench more so. This time, the groan that slips past Adelis' lips isn't muted in the slightest, lips pressed to the underside of Syr's erection in time with the firm strokes of his hand.

It tastes sweet, now that he's close and personal and licking him clean, and he welcomes the shift of the other's hips closer. It urges his head up a bit further, up his full length, until he can stare up unblinkingly as he slowly drags his tongue over the tip itself. ]

[Oh, goodness. That groan from Adelis locks Syrlya's attention on him--but it's the way he stares up while running his tongue over Syrlya that really captures him. He's suspended in that second, fingers twisting into sheets and hair before he loses the ability to keep himself upright.]

Yes. [He gasps, needy. His hand pulls.] Like that, please..

[ The pull to his hair has Adelis' grip stutter if but for a moment, but both it and the plead hitting his ears urges him forward. He pushes himself up the slightest bit, free hand tucking his hair behind his ear before it settles on the curve of Syrlya's hip-

And after one more lap of the tongue, he seals his mouth around him, head bobbing downwards. Low, at first, before there's a shift to take him deeper, tongue dragging across the length of him as he does so. Without a need to breathe, he doesn't hesitate to press himself all the way down, nose brushing Syrlya's stomach before he pulls back again, hyperfocused on whatever noises he can drag out with each inch he takes. ]

[Syrlya breathes deep, punctuated with a groan as Adelis takes his stem into his mouth properly. There's relief that way, even if it kind of hurts at first, and he--

His whole body coils as Adelis goes all the way down, legs pulling up and gasping for air as he's hit by an overwhelming amount of touch. And then the tension releases, except in his fingers, and he pulls sharply against the hair and sheets as he falls back against the bed. His legs slip down uselessly but there's still an attempt at rolling his hips in encouragement, as words fail him.]

Ah, ah, a-ah--

[ Syrlya squirms relentlessly beneath him, the tensing of his body and high pitch of his gasps making the coil in his stomach tighten ever further. It's not enough, really, when he's not getting touched, but it's satisfying...just not satisfying enough to satiate himself.

The bed lightly shifts as Syrlya falls back, and Adelis makes a muffled noise around the harsh pull against his scalp, mouth too full to do much otherwise. Hand pressing further against the other man's hips to keep him down, he opts to go faster, head slipping up and down as he sucks against the sweet of his skin and slides his tongue a little rougher. He likes seeing, hearing him like this, and the aroused fog in his brain does little but have him see how much the taller man can take.

He pulls himself back, just to lick the tip, down his length, before up and swallowing him whole again, right to the base. It won't be much longer, likely, but he works with a feverish methodical want to see Syrlya snap. ]

[Adelis is stronger than him normally, physically, and such a mess as he is now he's incapable of escaping the grip on him. But his back with writhes against the sheets, his head tipping back as pleased moans roll out with increased volume and urgency.

The cry is sharp when Adelis goes down again from the tease--and then louder, longer as the pressure builds back up to an apex again. He almost doesn't realize it, the way his sensitive body has been drowned in arousal.

He comes, the only warning Adelis gets is the way his hips attempt one last desperate push up. His voice hits a pitch that's almost a scream as he throws his head back, the orgasm drawn out even longer than before, well past the actual spill of syrup, as it rocks his body.]

[ If he were further in his right mind, part of him might wonder about the soundproofing of this room- and if there was any to begin with. Unfortunately, his thoughts have devolved to little more than satiating the heat under his skin, and so he relishes in the loud noises that echo in his ears with each press of his tongue and bob of his head.

At this point, Adelis lets him push himself up, just so he can take Syrlya's cock as far as it will go- or maybe the scream made his brain halt for one satisfied second. Something sweet and near syrupy promptly fills his mouth, coating his tongue, and he gives it a long, hazy few seconds before he opts to pull himself off the other's trembling form.

Carefully is how he slides his mouth off, pushing himself up on his knees in a haze. Painful erection still unsatisfied aside, he's too busy staring down at the taller man, relishing in the mess he's left him as his hand slowly lifts to press his lips. He's used to cum, yes, but he knew it would likely be different the first time he saw it- and as he notably up and swallows the sweet fluid in his mouth, feeling it slide down his throat, he's glad to be right. ]

...Mm. [ The noise is low, and satisfied. ] Not bad.

[Syrlya's hand slips weakly from Adelis' hair as he pulls up, falling limply to the side. He takes shaky breaths, his voice cracking on faint sounds as he opens his eyes, just enough to blearily peek at Adelis.]

... Ah. [He smiles when he realizes, faint and hazy. He feels like he's put one foot back in the dream. He briefly considers getting up, but there just isn't the strength in his limbs.]

... Amazing. But--[A deep breath, and then a slow exhale.] Are you...?

[Satisfied, looking over him with the still erect cock?]

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