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🌳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

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[ 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?

[ Trahearne doesn't regret it. And he doubts he will, if it comes to pass. It is a genuine challenge. Maybe it will cure his nightmares. Maybe he'll finally be able to get more than a couple of hours of sleep.

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.

[ Confident in himself in this regard he may be, but even he's not a miracle worker. Still, if it's a pleasant enough dream he wants, that much he can likely grant.

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. ]

[ Ah, the way Adelis twitches, hisses at the touch causes a new expression entirely to cross Trahearne's face--his eyes are lidded, brows knit, corners of his mouth slightly downturned as he peers down at him over his nose. It would seem a displeased look if not for the way the haze of arousal hangs heavy over his eyes, for the slight way his head tips back in satisfaction. His eyes drag up Adelis's bare torso before settling on the blue of his eyes as the sensual circles on his wrists send tantalizing sparks up into his skin, up his arms. For a brief moment, he revels in the feeling.

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. ]

[ However subtle it is, and perhaps a bit difficult to see with the blur to his vision, the obvious surprise in the other's eyes is enough to make his smile widen ever so slightly. He'll count it as a small victory, perhaps one of many thus far.

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.

[ Trahearne lets Adelis guide his hand farther up his torso, the other following suit, taking in the faint warmth that now radiates from his pale, scarred skin; the shock he felt upon feeling his cold hand in the dream is long, long gone now. It isn't even a thought in his mind. One hand, the one not under Adelis's control, wraps around to his back, and he brushes the tip of his finger up and down the other man's spine. Perhaps to encourage him to arch further; he leans in, the uneven, scarred skin, just scarcely touching Adelis's.

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. ]

[ The brush of the other's finger down the curve of his spine earns a subtle shiver, and if a further arch is what he desires, it's what he's getting. Perhaps it's fine to indulge him a little bit, let him think he has some control here- it'll make it all the more interesting later.

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.

[ It is strange; in comparison, sex with Kaeya had been slow, sensual--affectionate, even. This is sensual of an entirely different sort, and though Trahearne's sleep-deprived arrogance did seep through some, he's starting to see that he's in a domain where he is way out of his depth. Part of learning is knowing when to give up.

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?

[ That noise earns a soft laugh in return, seemingly unbothered by both the hands on his thighs and the rocking from below, although the tips of his ears are tinted a light red. It feels good, certainly, but who would he be if he wasn't good at hiding it? ]

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. ]

[ Trahearne's vision goes. Normally, he'd find fear, or frustration in this, but here he lets this happen willingly. Instead, he finds the sudden lack of control somewhat...tantalizing. That isn't to say he likes it, he's yet to find that out, but he is, at least, curious.

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. ]

[ He would have dealt with being blindfolded himself, really- his blindsense is well enough it wouldn't have been too much of a problem, even if that's an advantage he'd rather not hand off easily. But it brings a pleasant pang of arousal to have someone else submit themselves to it- a good thing Trahearne can no longer see the smirk on his face.

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.

[ It's a bit of an unintentional reaction. When he hears the soft moan, feels the shift of Adelis's hips against his hands, Trahearne sighs. His fingers slowly curl around his length, lips parting, yet teeth remaining clenched as he begins to stroke--firmly. Even as Adelis moves around to remove Trahearne's own coverings, he tries to keep some semblance of contact between them. If he cannot keep a full hand on him, his fingers glide up and down, circle the tip.

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.

[ He makes a valiant effort, compromised as he is- that much, he can appreciate. It would have been boring if he chose to just lay there and let him do all the work, despite Adelis' needling. The hand on him felt good, quickens his breath even as he works, but he does not mourn the loss.

He drags his own hand down the length of Trahearne's cock, slowly and idly, like it's an afterthought, gaze focused on every heave of the other's chest. The hips lifting beneath him has him pressing his down further, a light hum slipping from his lips at the hands that curve over his hips and dig into his skin.

Adelis is not expecting the bluntness of the request, really, but he's not going to turn it down. ]

And here I thought you didn't have it in you.

[ You can feel the smirk in his voice, however low it is. His free hand will, however, drift to his discarded garters off to the side, slipping a hand inside the pouch and pulling out a bottle. It's not like he carries it everywhere, but convenience comes in handy, he supposes.

The lip pops off with an audible noise, but his other hand doesn't stop it's idle strokes just yet. Not while he leans forward, lightly grinding his hips down all the same, peering straight into those blindfolded eyes. ]

Since you seem rather occupied, I suppose I'll have to do this part myself. [ Unless he feels like trying, of course, but there is no way in hell he's just sitting down on that, regardless. He's not ~~Mishka~~ a slut.] Try and behave yourself, won't you?

[ Trahearne honestly did not think he had it in him, either. The arousal has crept up on him, and, as things turn out, he is finding himself rather desperate at this point. Desperate enough to say words he would never, ever say otherwise.

Though it's unlikely at this point he's conscious of it.

And so, the smirk in Adelis's tone earns him a small curl of the lips from Trahearne. Though the pleased expression quickly dissipates as the hand continues to stroke him and he gives into the relief, the pleasure again. It isn't much, at least, knowing what's coming, but it's enough. He rolls his hips against Adelis, in time with his movements, a dizzying sensation taking over him and low exhale escaping his lips each time Adelis's hand reaches the base. ]

You'll be pleased to know I am very well behaved. [ He murmurs, his voice practically a moan itself at this point. Tips of his fingers dig in, trying to keep him as low on him as possible. ] And patient.

[ He immediately regrets saying that second part. He sucks in a breath as his cock twitches--he's not as patient as he'd normally be. The arousal is starting to hurt. ]

[ He watches, raptly, as that smile appears and disappears in the blink of an eye with the movements of his hand, the rock of the hips into his in time with each stroke. Drawing that sort of reaction out of somebody does wonders for his own arousal, grip barely stuttering at the fingers digging in as Trahearne speaks. He sounds good, he thinks. But he'd like to hear more. ]

Isn't somebody confident. [ Adelis' voice is more breathy, but no less focused, as he finally peels his hand off the other's cock, moving to tip the bottle in his hand and let it drip over his fingers. He's rather meticulous, so only a stray drop or two slips down to splatter against Trahearne's stomach. ] I'm eager to see how well you can live up to it.

[ But if he says so! He shifts his hips up a bit so he can drag his fingers to his own entrance, but still keep contact- all the better so the other can do nothing but listen as he sinks a finger into himself. He'd normally keep himself quiet, but just for this, he punctuates each glide of his slick digits with a soft gasp, free hand pressed to the side of the taller man's stomach for better balance.

One becomes two, and as he scissors them and stretches himself out, he keeps his gaze trained on the other's face, on the rise and fall of his chest- just to urge him forward, with the final press of a third into himself. Adelis does pride himself on patience, but the coil in his stomach grows hotter the more his fingers work, and really, this is more then he'd usually give himself, anyway.

After what feels like ages, he finally pulls his fingers free, before shifting himself up just a bit further- so he can wrap slick fingers around Trahearne again and give it a few cursory strokes to wet it proper. It's here that Adelis finally up and lines the cock up with his entrance, a press of his hips down to let the tip breach him.

And when he sinks downwards, he does it painfully, agonizingly slow- Trahearne did say he was patient, after all. Surely he can handle this much. ]

[ The drops on his stomach cause Trahearne to palpably shiver. It isn't much, and it isn't even that cold--not with the summer heat, at least. But it's the knowledge of what's coming, the anticipation that sends ripples through him, that gives him a momentary bout of vertigo.

But it also means that Adelis is once again neglected. Shaky hands let go of their vice-like grip on his hips to drift towards his cock, and he slowly begins to stroke.

In the quiet of the room, every noise that comes from Adelis as he preps himself is exceedingly loud. Trahearne's hand grips tighter with each gasp, and his mouth hangs open. It's...unfortunate he doesn't get to watch, but what he pictures in his mind, the way each noise filters into him and causes sparks to dart through his chest and limbs, is almost as good.

Adelis's hand takes over, and he lets go. Trahearne's arms fall above his head. He bites his lip in anticipation, the wet of the substance causing him to tingle. Is that how the lube is made, or is it simply his body's way of begging for release?

And as Adelis slowly, slowly takes him in, a surge of ecstasy washes over him, the slow pace of their previous back and forth suddenly not enough anymore. Trahearne throws his head back as his mouth gapes once again, the hands above him curling into the blankets above him, pulling them out of their tuck. He gasps, a low, loud groan rolling in his throat as Adelis sinks lower. ]

Ngh, Adelis...

[ Trahearne shifts against the bed, but does not lift his hips, as much as he wants to--as desperately as he wants to. He intends on proving his patience. At least for now. ]

[ Going slow was probably best, as he comes to realize- the difference between them is far bigger then had originally thought, bigger then the last he'd taken. But he is nothing if not determined, gaze locked on the way Trahearne's hands twist in the sheets as he sinks down inch by inch. It's...surprisingly cute, he thinks, although it's the groan that pangs deep in his stomach.

He finally bottoms out, pressed flush to Trahearne's skin as he gives a shaky exhale, nails digging into the skin of the other's hips as he takes a second to adjust. Not long, of course- he's no amateur, and with most people he's slept with outside one exception, he's never bothered with gentility. All it takes is a moment before he rocks back with the full length inside him, knees shifting on the sheets for a better position before he promptly pushes himself up about halfway-

And then drops down again, teeth grinding together to muffle the noise that threatens to escape.

He can feel the heat spread from his cheeks down his neck as he moves, settling himself into a rhythm of arching himself up and down, muscles in his legs tensing all the while. He likes the control it offers him, the power over someone else, and watching how Trahearne reacts with each thrust of his cock against his insides is disgustingly satisfying. The shifting, the movement- he knows fully well how his patience is running out. Perhaps he's impressed he's even lasted this long.

How long he can stretch it? It's this thought that urges him to go just a bit faster, bed faintly creaking beneath the weight and drop of his hips, fingers pressed with the lightest tremble to waxy skin. ]

Keep it up. [ It's a low, shaky murmur, not even halting his movements as he speaks, breath coming faster. ] I'll reward you if you're good-

[ But if he isn't, well, he won't mind that either. ]

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we forgot to say NSFW, anyway,

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