crescentview | the dreamer has nightmares

[ A man's true calling...

The answer earns a blink, but not much else. Perhaps Sylvari really are a more adventurous sort than anticipated, from what he's seen so far. Still, he's not going to complain if there's he's getting none in turn- better for the both of them, then. ]

I would hope something so little could hardly intimidate a man of military status.

[ Honesty is good! He's of a more brutal flavor himself, but this works, too.

Adelis is nothing if not a bit surprised at the suggestion, eyebrow quirking at both the smile and the words in question. Audacious, he says. That isn't the first time he's heard that, but he wasn't quite expecting it from Trahearne's mouth.

There's a shift, leaning forward in opposition to the other leaning back, resting comfortably on the table itself. ]

As I've seen fit to warn others before, you'll find I'm rather difficult to keep down. [ This is the second time he's delivered that warning, but he's being challenged, so he'll humor it. ] But if you think it within your abilities, you're more than welcome to try.

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[ There are a few things that scare Trahearne, but none are present in Crescentview. He is safe, generally. Getting blindfolded during intercourse hardly makes the list.

He watches, satisfied, as Adelis leans forward. Nothing was better than a verbal "yes" than a physical one, and he likes that. The corner of his mouth quirks upward further. ]

I would say the very same to you. [ He shifts again, placing the bingo card back in his...putting it away. The air about him shifts as well, as he mentally places himself in roles he has not thought of since arriving here. No one tells him what to do. But Adelis is, as he put it, "more than welcome to try."

He stands, and he feels more awake. The coffee should at least carry him through the activity. And who knows? Maybe he'll actually fall asleep afterwards.

And with that in mind: ]

Come. I will take you to mine.

[ Well, this is a side of Trahearne he didn't think existed. Not that he minds it, of course- it's an interesting development. Perhaps more than interesting, seeing where this is going. A smile of his own quirks his lips, albeit far more smug in nature. ]

Hah. Getting rather bold, aren't we?

[ An off comment, as he watches Trahearne put the card away. He does like bold, when it isn't getting on his nerves, anyway. Adelis is paying rapt attention to the barest shift in the other's posture, in the look in his eyes, and the idea he might be getting more out of this than he originally thought crops up rather fast.

Trahearne stands, and so does he, after slowly uncrossing his legs. ]

If you insist. [ That's a first as well, but not unwelcome, as he moves to follow after the other once he starts to leave. ] I'm certain my roommate grows rather tired of being kicked out, anyway.

[ Congrats on not being #sexiled for the third time, Ryuki. ]

[ Hah. Trahearne gives a quiet chuckle at that. It's a coinflip as to whether or not Kaspar will be home, but--well. It won't be the first time he's brought someone back, and they're generally open with one another, anyway. It'll be fine.

After depositing the money for their drinks, Trahearne turns to leave, the glance over his shoulder being the only signal for Adelis to follow. Is he getting bold? Perhaps in the first weeks of his stay here, he would have been much more flustered, more awkward about this. But he has learned, grown comfortable, and now he has...sort of come to understand that the authority he trained himself to exude at home has a similar effect on people here. Some people, at least.

As he steps into the light and sets the course for the farm in the forest, he slows to allow Adelis to match pace beside him. ]

I have one request of you. [ His tone is serious, his gaze set straight ahead. Despite his polite language, the way he speaks suggest this is non-negotiable. ] I am injured. The wound was serious, but it slowly heals. I ask you do not aggravate it.

[ Oh, Ryuki would leave- without much protest, albeit probably with a grumble. But he's been especially out of it lately, so Adelis figures it's better to leave well enough alone with that one.

Adelis' face does not flicker at the glance, the meaning rather obvious, but it brings a sense of...amusement, perhaps. There are few people who would deign to order him around and not risk his ire, and even those he would listen to still risk the bite of his tongue, anyway. This however, he'll humor. As for how long, we'll just have to see.

Adelis keeps pace evenly, even with his shorter legs- and while the request does earn a modicum of surprise, it does nothing to slow him down or do anything more than earn a sideways glance. For a moment, his eyes rake over Trahearne's form as if attempting to see an early glimpse, but upon seeing nothing, slide back up to his face. ]

Something that simple, I can manage.

[ Well, at least the rope wasn't needed for this one. He crosses his arms, one hand coming to tuck his hair behind his ear ]

Old wounds unbothered. [ And then he cants his head, notably looking ahead rather than at Trahearne's face as he continues. ] But new ones are fine, I presume.

[ Another challenge. ]

[ The scar, the wound, Syrlya's parting gift remains thoroughly hidden beneath the homegrown foliage of his shirt for now. It will be quite obvious what he means when they get to business, and rather easy to avoid. It isn't like his chest is needed for this activity.

With Adelis's last statement, his eyes flicker briefly towards the other. Something, somewhere in his mind sparks, tired thoughts trying to make a connection that hasn't quite bridged yet. But in the few moments he entertains the thought, he finds nothing, so he quickly discards it.

Instead, the seriousness dissipates and he smirks again. ]

Only if you don't mind the favour repaid.

[ But he'll likely fight back anyway. Is it ethical to use necromancy in the bedroom?

That question sets him down a long, absent path of thoughts as they arrive at the farmhouse. It's still, no sounds besides the animals roaming about their usual spots. Kaspar is not home.

Trahearne pushes open the door and steps to the side, hand falling to the small of Adelis's back in a signal for him to go in first. ]

[ Hah. A small smirk of his own slides over his face at the answer, finally looking back over with his hand dropping. ]

‘Tis only fair to balance one’s scales. [ This isn’t something that phrase is usually used for, but the principle is the same. ] If you’ve the stones, that is.

[ The farm is like any other, but well put-together. Adelis lets his gaze flit over it as they approach the door, only to pause as Trahearne’s gestures him in with a hand resting on his back. Ah, so that’s how he wants to be.

Blue eyes slide down to the arm in question, before he finally steps in with the clack of heels on wood. He’s only partially paying attention to the interior, back turned intentionally as he lightly cranes his neck around. ]

I’ve only so much patience to offer, you know.

[ Trahearne would never willingly hurt another.

But at the same time, he would never willingly let someone else take control of him. Never, ever.

There's a bit of a conflict here.

He lets the door click shut behind him, his eyes raking up and down Adelis's body as he does. With one hand he reaches out again, grasping his shoulder to gently turn the smaller man to face him. ]

I don't plan on keeping you waiting long.

[ His voice is neutral, speaking to a soldier who has come to see him while he's in the middle of something else.

In truth, there's a small, nervous part of him--this is not going to be anything like Kaeya. Adelis will be his second, the first after Kaeya. Kaeya bent so easily under his will; he doubts this will go the same way. ]

But let me look at you first. [ To at least admire his second.

He steps close to Adelis, right into his personal space--scarcely an inch separates them at this point. Amber eyes pierce into blue, studying him. Not trying to dismantle him, no, but admiring him as art. To picture the flush on his face and how he might look undressed, in the throes of ecstasy.

His free hand reaches up and gingerly removes the glasses on his face, carefully setting them aside on a nearby counter. When the hand comes back, a finger makes a feather-light trail beneath his chin, lifting Adelis's face to look up at him.

Better.

Trahearne's head dips as he kisses Adelis; gently does he press their lips together, but the soft contact is betrayed by how harshly his teeth dig, scrape against Adelis's mouth. ]

[ On that, they agree- willingly is circumstantial, and he would rather fight for it than fully submit himself to anyone just like that. It would take a level of trust he has never handed out, and he doesn't plan to, anytime soon.

The door clicks, and Adelis is keenly aware of the eyes raking his form- not an unfamiliar feeling, but not an unwelcome one, either.

What a tone that is, hm. For such a passionate man, he's full of surprises.

Turned around, the hand on his shoulder and request earns naught but a light tilt of the head. To touch is one thing, but to stand and admire? What a quaint request...or as quaint as it can be, when Trahearne breaches his space and they are nearly flush. Adelis doesn't so much as flinch, although he does have to crane his neck up to actually meet his gaze- and he's even wearing his bloody shoes, too. Honestly. ]

You can consider yourself fortunate. [ He hums, unblinkingly. ] Normally, I'd charge a fee for both looking and touching.

[ The edges of Trahearne's face blur as the glasses are gingerly tugged off his face, and that does make him blink the slightest- few would dare touch those, but at least he's gentle with them. If he wasn't, he'd be taking the cost out of him in another way.

His chin tilts, and Trahearne will find Adelis' skin is cool to the touch- not warm, like most humans would be. Not for much longer, of course, as the lips press to his own- and if he is expecting anything less than retaliation at the sharp press of teeth, he's sorrowfully mistaken.

Adelis' gloved hands coil upwards, with one's fingers digging taut into the foliage of the taller's hair as his own teeth snap back. Since he's been kind enough to leave his mouth open, a tongue presses into the other's mouth, exploratory but no less sharp in nature. The other hand presses to the back of Trahearne's neck, to tug him in closer.

He pushes himself up- further on his toes, since the heels aren't doing the trick. ]

[ In the back of his mind, Trahearne was expecting the teeth. It seems neither of them are the sort to be bitten without biting back, and so the only reaction he gives to that is a quiet exhale. Simply because it's a new sensation for him.

He has a feeling there are going to be a lot of firsts today.

There's a brief moment of give when Adelis shoves his tongue into Trahearne's mouth, when his hands come up and find purchase on his head. That comes from his shifting gears; he's so used to kissing people that are...not like this. Not so eager to assume control over him. Not so presumptuous to think they have any sort of hold over one of the most important people in Tyria.

But then again, isn't that why--

Trahearne doesn't let that thought finish as he pushes back, his own tongue running against Adelis's, teeth scraping against warming flesh. The hand on his shoulder snakes back to tangle in his hair, to grip the back of his scalp and keep the kiss deep; the other, the one on his chin, drops to settle at the small of Adelis's back, providing a modicum of support as he folds over him, pulling them flush together.

He hovers over him as he pulls back, voice low and gravelly in a growl. ]

We can do better than the entryway.

[ Oho. Adelis latches onto that brief moment of give, the lack of proper pushback for a few moments making his lips twist into a smirk. He had been right, in his assessment then- for all his bravado, he seemed like the sort who didn't engage in this type of embrace too often. Just a second of weakness is all one needs to latch onto...he'll be remembering that one.

But then there's a noticeable shift as the pressure is returned, the brush of the other's tongue and continued press of his teeth urging him forward- especially a hand tangles in his own hair, fingers taut to the scalp, and his breath hitches if but for a moment.

The fold is unexpected, back bending somewhat, but it doesn't throw him off- it just makes his fingers curl across the back of Trahearne's neck, grip tight as he's pressed against the other's chest. He can feel the warmth beginning to settle under his skin again, and when the other pulls back, his smirk only widens. ]

Can we? [ It's not a legitimate question. His own tone is low and smooth, unbothered as he gives a light, firm pull to the other's hair as if to make a point as he cranes his head to speak directly in his ear. ] I suppose you'd better hurry up, then, shouldn't you. I am your guest, after all.

[ It isn't so much a wince as it is a scowl that crosses Trahearne's face when Adelis pulls on his head. He scarcely lets what he says breathe before his own hand whips up, frond clapping against flesh as he grabs Adelis's wrist and yanks his hand away and out of his own hair.

He does not like that. ]

Are you a guest? Or are you here at my request to serve me?

[ A subordinate? He thinks, but doesn't say. He's had a lot of those. What's one more? He'd be pleased of the other could make a lasting impression on him.

With the hand still on Adelis's wrist, he rights himself and steps past him towards the bedroom; along the way, he grabs a couple of clean tea towels from the kitchen. Just in case he's supposed to be the one providing the blindfolds.

Once they step into the room, Trahearne whirls around to close the door by pinning Adelis against it, and the wrist still in his grasp above his head. As he steps in again, and as he looks down at him, he smiles. He dips down slightly, but does not kiss him.

He's starting to think they should move this to the bed anyway. Either one of them is too short, or too tall. ]

You're in quite a hurry, aren't you? Keep pushing me and you may need a lesson in patience.

[ The scowl is a bit amusing, but it’s the hand sharply gripping his wrist to whip it away from the other’s head that has his eyebrow raising. Hit a nerve, has he? Or perhaps-

Ah. So that’s it.

He doesn’t attempt to free his wrist, nor does he comment beyond the narrowing of his eyes- it’s cute, he should say, thinking he serves anyone. Oh, he can defer to authority if he must, but that is limited to his job, and survival. Right here, right now? He owes nothing…but it’s entertaining, for Trahearne to think he does. This attempt would usually garner a gnashing of teeth, but he finds he doesn’t need to, to provoke the reaction he needs.

Adelis keeps pace enough that he isn’t quite yanked along, despite the grip, and he has a few moments to examine the bedroom itself before the door closes with the force of his back hitting it. He peers up, at that smile and the words, and only allows his own to spread a bit further- albeit far sharper. ]

I’ve plenty of patience for those who earn it. [ An unsaid implication that Trahearne has not. ] And the same goes for lending my ear.

[ He pushes himself up a bit further, leaving a bare breath of space between them as he lifts his free hand to condescendingly brush the taller’s cheek. ]

But question is, how well do you adhere to your own lessons?

[ Trahearne's own smile widens as Adelis pushes up; the hand on his cheek might be condescending, but he leans his head into the touch anyway. For a moment, his eyes soften, gazing into Adelis's own. He realizes that he does not, in fact, need to answer him.

This is kind of fun, actually.

At the same time, he is a bit worried things are going to get rough before Adelis knows where his injury is. And that would not be very fair to either of them if they end up re-opening the wound without Trahearne actively establishing that boundary. So for the briefest moment, his smile drops to his neutral expression. And he pulls back, one hand still keeping Adelis's pinned above his head.

He doesn't think this needs to be sensual--it's an exchange of information, if anything. He looks away, stares into space as he wills the connection between himself and his shirt weaken before he sloughs off the coverings on his torso, front and back. What is consequently revealed is a rather large, rather nasty-looking scar that extends from just below his left shoulder to his right side. By the way it heals, it's clear it was very deep. It's a miracle he survived that.

But he doesn't make too much of a show of it, or offer any explanation as to what it is, or where it came from. He steps back into Adelis's personal space again, the very same smile decorating his face once more. A finger brushes away a stray strand of hair from the other's face. ]

Apologies. Where were we?

[ Hmm. What a quick change of mood this one is capable of. The press of the other's cheek into the subtle brush of his fingers earns a hum under his breath, moreso like the way one looks at a needy cat than anything else. Sylvari really are touchy, aren't they.

Well, that's fine. As long as he doesn't attempt to get too overtly affectionate, then he may have to bully him for it.

He watches with only the barest flicker in his eyes as Trahearne pulls away, the odd stare into nothing having him wondering if he needs to snap him out of something or other- at least until his hand reaches and what foliage covering his torso promptly scatters and falls to the floor. Huh. That's new.

It doesn't distract him for long, however, because his gaze drags up to the gash drawn straight across the other's body. A nasty thing, that is, and it is indeed surprising he managed to live despite how grievously deep the wound looks. No wonder he deemed fit to mention it.

But Adelis, naturally, offers no reaction beyond a flicker of acknowledgement. He is not one for condolences or reassurances, and he doubts that's what Trahearne was fishing for anyway. He knows, and he'll make a note of it, as he's in no hurry to ruin it whilst causing unwanted pain.

Unwanted, emphasis.

Hair tucked behind his ear, he lets his gaze settle back on Trahearne's face, feigning contemplation for a moment. ]

Lessons on patience, wasn't it? [ It rolls off his tongue, as blue stares into amber. ] But it seems to me yours is severely lacking thus far.

[ His free hand drops to coil, tightly, around the back of Trahearne's neck, giving him a sharp pull forward to minimize the distance. ]

I don't believe you're quite qualified to teach.

[ It's good, and Trahearne is pleased that they can both be professional, for a lack of a better word, about this. He doesn't need sympathy--there's no affection between them, though Trahearne does care for Adelis (adopted), and to hear such sentiment would surely make it more awkward for both of them.

He listens for a moment, braces himself when he feels the hand at the back of his neck. He knows what's coming, and he won't let it surprise him.

While Adelis might feign one thing or another, Trahearne has never been the sort to do so. His expression twists in slight amusement. ]

Am I not?

[ Trahearne allows the excess momentum to pull him in closer, lips just a breath away. He smiles. ]

I'll have you know my resume is extensive, and uniquely geared towards teaching. [ His tone is strangely earnest, a direct contrast to the way the corner of his lips curl, the way he speaks low. ] I have spent much of my life mentoring presumptuous saplings as the eldest of the firstborn. I've been afforded many an opportunity to speak and impart my knowledge unto others due to my position as Tyria's foremost scholar of Orr and the Risen. And as Pact Marshal, many have flocked to me, looking for guidance in how we may fight the dragons.

[ Suddenly both hands drop, gliding down Adelis's sides. Trahearne quickly stoops to his knees as he, without warning, wraps one arm around Adelis's waist, and the other around the base of his rear. He stands just as quickly, lifting the small Ostoyan man off the floor and into his arms. He cranes his neck up to look at his face, satisfied.

He's a...bit heavier than anticipated, but at least the bed isn't far. ]

Whether you believe I am or not hardly matters. Because I am.

[ Not that he's going to be teaching Adelis anything, specifically. But by the semantics of it, he is absolutely qualified to teach. ]

[ He does not wrench or whip the hand away this time, which says something- he is testing, slowly, the boundaries he can push and buttons he can press. He desires reactions, but he isn't interested in turning him off of it completely- that defeats the whole purpose.

They are close, now, mere inches from being flush. The smile, itself, is returned in kind, albeit not as soft. His head tilts at the first bit, interest piquing slightly...

And then Trahearne just...keeps going. And going.

Adelis' face slips into blankness, expression unflickering as he parses the fact that, wow, this guy is really just...pulling out his resume. On undead and dragons. Right here, in his bedroom. While Adelis doesn't look quite bored, per-say, he doesn't look impressed either, gaze dropping harsh at the hands that brush his waist suddenly as he contemplates how exactly to respond-

Only for him to freeze before hands reach out and latch onto Trahearne's shoulders as he's promptly lifted, finding himself in the other's arms as he stares down with surprise at the returning satisfied look in amber eyes.

...Bastard. ]

Careful I don't decide to get my proper vengeance- we are a revengeful folk, you'll find. [ His look is sharp from his perch, leaning down to grip the taller's chin between gloved fingers as they tap closer to the bed. He certainly won't let his position nor their difference stop him. ] And if you insist, then I can hardly argue.

[ More like- if he has to listen to the thesis he's going to straight up blueball this man, and opts to not attempt to needle that particular line of thinking again. Instead, Adelis reaches his free hand up to idly grip the leather between his teeth and pull it off slowly, before dropping it haphazardly to the floor. ]

Do your best to not disappoint me, then.

[ As Trahearne turns, taking Adelis in his arms to the bed, a smirk slowly grows over his face. He willingly lifts his chin when Adelis's grabs his chin, and he stares up at him. He is, genuinely, very nice to look at. Trahearne's weird low self-esteem feels lucky that Adelis agreed to this, that he hasn't backed out at this point because he's sylvari. Because he...quite honestly, probably isn't very attractive.

--No, he can't let that mindset get to him. That's not what this is about.

He recognizes his resume wasn't very well received, but it doesn't matter. He isn't bothered by it. He's satisfied that the other has backed down, and isn't goading him about it anymore. As he lifts a knee onto the bed, he shifts his arms to support Adelis's back and presses his face into his torso, inhaling the faint scent of herbs, feeling the muscle underneath. That's...nice, actually.

They land on the bed, the furniture soft enough to cushion them both, and Trahearne wastes no time. He stretches over the smaller man, forcefully pulling up his shirt out of its tuck as he does so, diving down onto his chest. He runs a tongue, scrapes his teeth over a nipple with an exhale, pressing into him harder into the bed. Eyes slip shut as he takes in the sensation, testing him, probing for some sort of reaction.

The other hand pries itself from beneath him and grasps at his hip, palm pressing into his hipbone, thumb reaching to press firm, but gentle circles toward his groin. what u packin bb?

He has no idea what sort of expectations Adelis has, but he will simply have to deal. ]

Edited (INCONSISTENCIES...) 2023-02-13 22:40 (UTC)

[ While he doesn't particularly enjoy being manhandled without permission, his gaze doesn't waver, peering down at that growing smirk with a tight gloved grip. Well, he thinks, that's better than having to listen to another lecture. If he has to listen to another scholar's thesis whilst preparing to sleep with someone, then he may just phone it in.

Adelis gaze flickers downwards in light surprise at the face pressing to his chest, vaguely quirking a brow. Different levels of touchy, then.

The bed is soft under his back, and he doesn't have much time to prop himself up before the other is already over him, cool hand sliding up his skin as his shirt is pushed up. His free hand coils about Trahearne's shoulders, gloved fingers digging into his back at the tongue slides over his torso, across the star-burst shaped scars, only vaguely twitching at the scrape of teeth. It's a bit difficult to see, vision as blurry as it is, but he doesn't really need to to feel.

Not particularly loud, the firm circles dragging closer to his groin earn a soft exhale, before his leg shifts upon the sheets to hook about Trahearne's own and tug him closer, grip on his shoulders tightening all the while. ]

You'll need to put in more of an effort to see what you want.

[ Guess you'll just have to find out! ]

[ Trahearne idly takes in the look of the scars as his eyes scan Adelis's torso--he is a fighter, that much is clear. He supposes he'd have to be, if he's from a land like Orr. That, he likes.

As he likes the quiet exhale.

His eyes roll up to look at him as he speaks and he's pulled closer, movement with which he complies. And in that moment, he pauses--a thoughtful, prying gaze studying his face. He's such an interesting person. He wonders what other dimensions he'll come to discover as they do this.

Trahearne's bare torso brushes against Adelis's as he abandons the nipple (the human body is so fascinating) to come eye-to-eye with him. His hand brushes his hair before giving himself perch above his head, and he rests his groin on Adelis's, the gentle circles from his thumb never stopping in the meanwhile.

He lowers his head towards him, painfully slow, until his lips just scarcely brush against his. Though his mouth doesn't smile, there's amusement in his eyes. ]

What is it do you think I want?

[ Part of Adelis wonders if his usual techniques will get him far here- Trahearne seems both dense in some ways, and yet clashing with him in others. Perhaps it will take a bit more to pin him down as he likes, but he supposes he's got plenty of time.

The look on his face is...hm, a bit new, but he doesn't comment. He seems to enjoy looking at his face all too much, and Adelis tilts his head, the gaze he offers back one that is far sharper and more challenging. He may stare all he wishes, but he expects compensation in return.

There's the brush of skin, and he hums lightly as his hair is tucked behind his ear. Regardless of how Trahearne towers over him, stares down at him, Adelis meets him with equal measure, albeit the press of the other's hips to his own has him casually, slowly rolling his up to meet the wood covering his lower half.

He skims his teeth across Trahearne's lip, his leg shifting up a bit further to brush the taller man's thighs. The question, naturally, makes his smirk widen a fraction. ]

Do you want me to be specific?

[ It's a challenge, naturally, especially in the way he opts to drag his fingers slowly down Trahearne's spine, but with a dangerous, harsh press as he does so. ]

What did you ask me before...about being here at your request? [ The fingers trail down, down further with his words, as if counting the nonexistent vertebrae. ] To serve you? Is that what you'd like?

[ With a brush of black leather, his hand finally coils about Treahearne's hip- before giving it a sharp press down with a surprising show of strength, to grind against him better. . ]

It's a shame you'll find I don't serve easy.

[ Trahearne scarcely reacts as Adelis skims his teeth over his lips; as he takes in the new look the other man fixes him with, he returns the favor. His eyes narrow slightly, a dauntless hue coloring the amusement as he meets the challenge. The nails at his back are...not exactly welcome, a scraping he finds himself not particularly fond of. But his body reacts against his will, shivering as the nails scrape along his lower spine.

There's a grunt as Adelis pulls him down, and despite how occupied or otherwise his lips are in that moment, the curve into a smile. The wood makes it a bit difficult to feel anything specific due to its protective nature, but it diffuses through his groin nonetheless with a ripple of pleasure, and he chuckles low. ]

That's unfortunate.

[ Taking it as his invitation, he begins to grind forcefully into Adelis, rolling his hips in measured movements, mostly to encourage his own arousal. A faint haze colors his eyes as he feels it build. And while the hand at Adelis's hip stopped its motions, he now presses his hip down into the bed to keep him in place. ]

I was thinking about returning the favour if you behaved.

[ Without waiting for a response, he whips his head to the side, diving down to the soft flesh just below the curve of Adelis's jaw to dig his teeth into him--nipping, sucking, drawing his tongue along his flesh to taste him. ]

[ Ah, it's nice to have someone meet him on equal ground- it makes it all the more entertaining later, to see how they like being brought down. Trahearne is far larger than he is, yes, amusement in his eyes at Adelis' challenges, but he feels that shiver as his nails scrape his spine and lets that carry him.

Adelis peers through lidded eyes at the chuckle, the words, but his breath hitches at the forceful grind against him- in comparison, there is little but cloth between him and the hard press of the other's groin, and a pleasant heat settles in his stomach as his hips are pressed further down into the mattress.

There is little to no time to reply to the provocation, eyebrows only lightly raising before a hiss slips through his lips at the harsh press of teeth. His own grip tightens at that, fingers coiling both on Trahearne's hip and the sheets at the slick draw of the other's tongue along his bruised flesh.

The collar of Adelis' shirt slips down a bit, soft white shifting to reveal a ring of fading purple bruises around his neck. There is also the imprint of what seems like more teeth, but sharper and more human-like, in the stages of healing. He clearly doesn't mind the rough touch despite the fact it must obviously hurt, lifting his head a bit for easier access, but the hand on his hip does not stop the coil of his leg to make the grinding all the harder. ]

Hah. [ The laugh is soft, but not warm. ] You may think that for as long as you're able.

[ For a moment, Trahearne pauses in his biting, though he continues to roll his hips onto Adelis's, taking in the quiet way the sheets rustle under their movement. Through lidded eyes he observes the mark he leaves on his skin, the traces of previous...encounters, but he only regards it with mild curiosity, and nothing more. The need in the pit of his stomach grows, and he breathes with anticipation onto Adelis's skin.

His eyes slowly trail up, settling on blue. ]

I would be impressed if you take away my ability to think.

[ Genuinely. Overthinking is his specialty, and he is aware of this. Despite this, there's a tease in his voice, a grin on his lips. It is a challenge.

The hiss he'd heard--he liked that. How does he make him make him make more noises?

Trahearne takes the bared neck as an invitation; he dives to a lower spot, one where he sees old bite marks, settling his teeth just offset from the old marks. He exhales as his tongue slips from his mouth, wetting the spot, sucking and aggravating the healing wound. If it's too much, he trusts Adelis to tell him so (though he has a felling it's unlikely).

The hand at his hip lets go, snakes around his lower waist to forcefully arch his back, to keep their hips pressed and grinding together. His fingers slip into the waistband at his back, probing the softer flesh of his rear. In truth, he is getting a little impatient, what with how he feels the pressure building between them, but his curiosity is almost sated, he thinks. Soon. ]

[ Perhaps he would feel ashamed, if he were someone else- but he has never known much shame when it comes to things like this. He has pride, yes, and standards, certainly- but sometimes it provides a little incentive.

He meets that amber gaze, unflinchingly, whilst his own narrows slightly. ]

I suggest you don't regret saying that later.

[ A challenge he gladly takes- because if he's going to be doing this, then he may as well enjoy it.

The brush of the other's teeth across the old marks makes his grip tighten, and the pressure against the bruised skin feels good. The skin of his neck is still tender, the faint healing imprints of relentless teeth still visible- despite being clearly a week old, the bite was clearly savagely deep, and so the wet touch of the Trahearne's mouth sends a sharp twinge through him to pool in his stomach.

His back is forcefully arched, but it bothers Adelis none- neither does the hand slipping below his waistband to knead at his flesh. His own hand slips further down, fingers slowly unhooking the buckles that keep his garters closed tight to his legs. There is too much clothes here, he thinks, and the hot summer air makes his bangs faintly stick to his forehead. ]

I believe we're overdressed. [ A finger slips, casually, through the garter on his thigh, as if preparing to slowly drag it down the curve of his leg. ] Do you intend to fix that, or must I do it myself?

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