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crescentview2023-01-09 11:29 am
pactmarshal) wrote in crescentview2023-01-09 11:29 am
the dreamer has nightmares | closed
🌳Who: Trahearne and others!
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa
🌳What: A series of nightmares leaves Trahearne (and others) sleepless
🌳When: The second week of summer
🌳Where: In the dream world
🌳Warnings: Slaughter, prejudice, depression in general, maybe a lil nsfw, Heart of Thorns spoilers looks directly at cocoa
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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--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. ]
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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! ]
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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Maybe that's a little too much expectation to put on the other's shoulders.
What the other points out, what he hears of buckles being unhooked, causes his attention to move solely from the taste of Adelis's skin, from the growing arousal in the pit of his stomach, to the less than ideal state they are in. Including his own leaves. ]
We are. [ Trahearne's gravelly tone touches the old bruises on Adelis's neck, and for the first time he stops in his motions. There's a pause, and he sits up, back on his heels. For a moment, he looks at Adelis--neck littered with marks, shirt pushed up, garters undone. It's a good look, he thinks.
His hands remove themselves from their old spots to touch bare skin on his thighs. They travel up, gently ghosting over his hips, towards the center of his groin, and then press--hard against Adelis's cock through his pants.
There's a hint of a smug look on Trahearne's face, only slightly more prominent in his voice. ]
I would. But I think you need to ask a little more nicely.
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His neck will be a mess for the next while again, even more than it already was, he realizes- but that thought doesn't bother him much. He does have a sense of shame, but it's not as prominent as some others. It's no fun, after all, without a few reminders here and there.
The other man stops, and sits up, and Adelis pushes his hair out of his eyes as Trahearne stares down at him for a few moments. The hands that trail over his thighs and up are cast a middling glance before he looks back up- in time for him to tense with a jolt at the harsh press to his cock. That earns a twitch, sharply inhale through his teeth, before he meets that particularly smug look with a narrowing of the eyes.
Well. If he wants to play that. ]
...Do I, now?
[ There's a beat as his hand coils down, slowly wrapping around Trahearne's wrist and rubbing a thumb slow and sensual over the curve of his knuckles...at least until he rips it away to push himself up, hand pressing harsh to the other's shoulder to push him back enough to hover over his lap whilst propped up fully on his knees. He's still not tall enough to lord over him, tragically, but it's enough for him to lift a hand and press a gloved thumb to the taller's lip. ]
So insistent. I can do nicely, even if your own manners are lacking. For instance.... [ Adelis' voice drops to a murmur, thumb pressing further against his mouth, nearly pressing the leather against his teeth as he leans his face in further. ] Won't you be kind, Marshal, and take these off for me?
[ He avoids the scar, because he's not in the mood to kill the mood, but he does press his chest closer, dropping Trahearne's wrist to snake his hand and tug one of the towels a bit closer in the meantime. Simply wouldn't be a bingo without one. ]
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And it's just enough to catch him off guard.
His eyes widen a touch as the smaller man suddenly fills his vision, and he leans back, if only in surprise. But he finds his composure quickly, hands coming back to Adelis's sides; they slide up, pushing the shirt up. That will have to come off soon.
Though he's in no fit state to talk, what with the thumb invading his mouth, the look with which he fixes Adelis is one of satisfaction. Pleased, definitely horny. As though to say, because you asked so nicely.
His mouth parts and his tongue snakes out first, dragging the flat of it along the pad of Adelis's glove. Trahearne gently coaxes it deeper, deeper into his mouth; his eyes remain fixed on Adelis's the entire time, and there's a brief lull in his motions before his teeth dig hard into the fabric near the knuckle by the palm, and he jerks his head, yanking the glove off. Before he lets it slip from his mouth, he looks at him again, goading him to keep going. Next. ]
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He likes that expression, he thinks, keeping his eyes locked on Trahearne's face even as hands slide up his shirt. They're cool on the returned warmth of his skin, and he arches the slightest into the touch, although most of his attention is focused solely on the slide of a tongue across his gloved palm.
This is more of a show than Adelis was expecting, but he's hardly complaining about it- especially as teeth dig fierce into the material and it slips off the pale of his hand with a quick jerk of the other's head. There's a pleased hum in the back of his throat, especially as he finds that gaze fixed on him again, and since Trahearne's so eager for it, the other hand lifts to press a finger to his mouth over again.
The other slides to the hand pushing his shirt up, pads of his thumb brushing over his knuckles as he urges the hand up just a bit further. ]
Careful. [ It's less of a warning, by the glint in his eyes, but he lets the leather idly stroke over the other man's lips. ] If you ruin them, I'll be taking some form of recompense.
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The fabric bunches at his shoulders; amber eyes, ever curious in the sylvari manner, quickly dart down to take in the look of the human chest, his nipples. But they don't linger, nor do his hands wander to touch them again. Unlike a certain other, Adelis is not his first. ]
Oh?
[ His lips naturally part as Adelis's other gloved thumb glides over his mouth. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes--not because he's looking down on the other or anything of the sort. He's clearly enjoying this, whatever this is. ]
Unfortunately, I've not much in the way of monetary assets in this world. [ While his eyes remain on the other man's face, he lightly tips his head, kissing the tip of the gloved finger. ]
I'm eager to hear what...other sort of recompense you have in mind.
[ He waits no time for that statement to breathe before he does the same thing--tongue snakes out, taking his thumb in deeper this time, before he rips off the glove with sudden force, sudden movement, letting it drop to the side. Without much other warning, a hand whips up to grab Adelis's, thumb firmly pressing into his palm, and takes his index and middle fingers into his mouth to slowly suck, to run his tongue up and along and between them.
He is none the wiser to how Adelis reaches for the towel. ]
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This is much better than before. Good to see someone is a quick learner, falling in line so well, the glint Trahearne's eyes returned in kind with the further upturning of Adelis' lips. It's much better, he thinks, when the enjoyment is mutual, and he very much likes the way the other's mouth presses to the tip of a leather-clad finger, just like how he likes the words spilling out of his mouth.
He does not, however, much time to retort as the glove is ripped off his hand once again. Whatever he was about to say is swallowed by the way Trahearne takes his fingers in his mouth, thumb pressing to his palm to accompany the slickness of his tongue sliding over his skin. His eyes widen only the slightest, but his smile does not diminish any. ]
Well, that won't do, will it.
[ The fabric twirls around his unoccupied fingers as he carefully arches his hand behind the other's back, idly pressing the digits in the Sylvari's mouth down on his tongue. It isn't warm, like a human's would be, but that makes it all the more interesting, in his opinion.
He pushes the fingers a little deeper, just a bit, leaning his own face in further so their noses carefully brush. ]
Luckily for you, I'm rather good at extracting payment where it's due.
[ And that's all Trahearne gets before his free hand up and pushes down on his shoulders, again- this time to push him down to the bed, Adelis sitting pretty on the curve of his hips. He pulls his fingers free, if only to lift said hand up to join the other, towel clutched tight between them as he leans over so Trahearne can see it proper.
If he rocks his hips downward in the process, well, that's not important. ]
But whether you deserve to see it, is another question entirely. I'd like to see a little more effort before I'm convinced.
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But...as it turns out, he really is enjoying this verbal back-and-forth. Really enjoying it. Something bubbles in him as Adelis leans closer with that grin of his, as he presses his fingers deeper into his mouth, and Trahearne keeps his eyes on the smaller man. Keep pushing me, he silently goads him. Show me what you can do. Because perhaps he'll pick up a trick or two.
What he was not expecting was a literal push, but it hardly matters. There is no surprise in his eyes this time; instead, the impact of his back against the sheets sends ripples of anticipation through him, and he gives a quiet, throaty exhale in arousal.
His own hands find new homes on the bare spots of Adelis's thighs rather quickly, keeping the flesh attached to his hips as he meets the rocking with his own. Oh, how frustrating--everything is so dulled in his armor. It needs off. ]
And risk nullifying our bingo? I suggest you stay on task, Adelis. [ His hands leave his thighs and drift to Adelis's waistband, ghosting over the threshold of flesh and fabric, searching for a way to undo these little shorts. ] You have me compromised; you'd best put that on me before I change my mind.
[ Finding the button, he slowly unhooks, unzips his shorts. ]
Unless this is your way of propositioning me for a second time?
we forgot to say NSFW, anyway,
Here I was being kind, since I was in a good mood. [ He tuts, but since that's what he's asking for, he leans over enough so his hands can reach Trahearne's face. ] But if you're so eager for it, I suppose I can indulge you.
[ His grip doesn't stutter, even as fingers brush his waist and begin the process of removing everything down below, swiftly tugging the soft white over the other's eyes. Dexterous as his hands are, it takes nearly a second to secure the knot properly, and then his hands fall back as he looks it over and hums in approval. ]
That, of course, would depend on you. [ A smirk, although he can't see it anymore. ] Your ability to keep up, that is.
[ This is aggravating and in the way, Adelis thinks, and he certainly doesn't need to ask for a show like he did with a certain someone else. He runs a hand experimentally over Trahearne's hips, over the vines keeping his lower coverings attached, and idly tugs at it with his fingers. How well does this come off...
As for the other hand, however, it drifts to the hands busy fiddling with his own pants, lightly dragging the other's fingers over his skin and over the waistband that dips painfully low. A nail lightly drags over the back of his hand, grip not too tight but not too loose, either. ]
Shall I offer you my assistance, with your eyes so compromised? I'd hate to see you struggle, after all...
[ A lie- he would love that, actually. ]
oops
For a moment, he's still as he gets used to his new lack of vision. His hands pause as he sears the image of Adelis's clothes in his mind. And when they move again, they hook into the waistband, dig into the flesh underneath.
He cracks a grin at that. He honestly doubts he can keep up, and he doubts there will be a second time. Not until...they get to Tyria--?!
The vines around his waist are stiff stems that firmly stay in place, but are easily pried off with little force. The bark plating that covers his leg is similarly easily peeled off--Adelis only need wedge a finger in the seams between plates, denoted visibly by the way his verdant skin underneath peeks through, and off they go.
Adelis's offer is met with a low chuckle; when his nails dig into the back of Trahearne's hand, his own fingers pressing hard, just below the dip of the waistband. As though in response. ]
I think I can handle this myself.
[ While Trahearne lifts his hips; partially to allow Adelis more room, it is mostly so that he can keep Adelis in the air as he takes his bottoms off. One hand pries itself free from Adelis's grip and drifts over his groin, back to the waistband, and tugs it down. He drags his palm over the other's arousal as he does so, sucking in air through his teeth as the firmness under his touch feeds into his own. ]
But I have a feeling you're not being honest with me.
[ His voice is quieter, more groggy. Despite how he desperately wants to keep the teasing going, his tone betrays him. Adelis might be good at hiding it, but Trahearne certainly isn't. He is most certainly more inexperienced. As the arousal bubbles in the pit of his stomach, he finds it hard to ignore, and thus, it's pretty obvious. ]
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The press of the other's fingers into his skin, dipping just slightly below the barrier of his clothes, is pleasant, and he plays along and lifts his own hips enough as he's shifted up to allow the attempt at disrobing him. A soft, quiet groan slips through at the hand that drags down his finally-freed erection, and he lightly pushes into the touch, albeit not too desperately. Just to test, to tease, because the tone in Trahearne's voice is so telling. ]
I suppose that's for you to find out, isn't it?
[ Adelis keeps his hips lifted so he can shimmy his shorts down, shifting one leg to slide them off more efficiently. Those out of the way, he can focus on what's important- getting rid of all of the other's coverings.
It's a pleasant surprise that they come off with little force, enough for his fingers to experimentally wiggle in the gaps and remove the wood covering Trahearne's lower half. It's a far cry from removing clothes, and not something he'd ever think he'd be stripping from a partner, but he drops them aside all the same.
He is. Not expecting what's underneath, and the faint widening of his eyes is luckily also hidden from view, but he doesn't linger nor comment. No need to feed an ego, now.
He lets himself drop once again, bare skin against bare skin, and rocks his own lightly into Trahearne's erection as bare fingers come up to glide up the length of it. ]
But if we're talking about honesty, perhaps we can address yours. [ A thumb circles the tip, fingers coiling around the length of it. ] You sound like you need something.
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And there's an exhale of relief as the bark on his groin comes off, and here, too, he slightly, unconsciously, arches his back. Ah, that is what he needed. That is, at least, until things progress.
He finally lets go. And when Adelis drops his hips onto him, his head rolls back onto the sheets with a loud hum. His hands drift up from his thighs, dragging over skin to settle his palms flat on his hipbones, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of his rear. His breathing grows labored, hips lifting just ever so slightly as the hand comes up his cock; if his eyes were open, they'd flutter shut now. But they don't. Adelis will simply have to settle with the way his chest rises and falls in anticipation, with how his mouth momentarily hangs open as he tries to think of a response.
And when his voice comes, it croaks under gravel. ]
--I need you to fuck me like you mean it.
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