[ ...Well, he's never really thought of it before. He knows some people do it like that, yes, but he's never really had the time to consider it that way.

He goes quiet for a few moments, like he's mulling it over. ]

If you wish me to bloody honest, I haven't quite seen it that way. [ But. He does shift his gaze towards the basket, contemplative. He's had a lot of things on his mind which are the furthest things from sex, but...] ....It's not like we've much else to occupy our time, however. Why not.

[ He sighs. ]

I'm not not interested. [ Also just so we're clear!! ] I just rarely, if ever, had time to consider it for reasons that weren't transactional. It simply hadn't crossed my mind.

[ But, he won't lie, it wouldn't be...bad. For all wandering about here has done, Adelis is still fairly tense- as one tends to be, when freshly trauma-dumped. ]

Perhaps it truly is a shame, then, that I didn't bring the rope with me.

[ Adelis quirks a brow faintly as Syrlya starts digging through drawers, but the answer as to why makes him huff out a vaguely amused noise. ]

Perhaps I am a horrid influence, if you've become that fond of the idea. [ Instilling a love for BDSM in the plants...truly, what is he. ] But I think I'll refrain from swallowing any dubious drugged candy.

[ His constitution is ass right now, after all. God knows how that would turn out. Since his gloves are already gone, he'll sit to hitch his legs up and undo the laces on his boots, setting them aside once he's managed to do so. At least there's no corset to unlace this time. ]

[ He knows what you are.

Adelis only casts a side glance at the bottle that drops on the bed before returning to his task, gripping the bottom of his shirt to begin to pull it off. He's only just managed to slip his arms out of the black fabric when the crackle of magic makes him freeze, head whipping around for the source-

And...lets his face drop at the sight of Syr's clothes just. Dropping right to the floor. Bruh.

He meets that gaze, blank face mimicking the other's own when he had opted to pull out his Magical Vibrator, slowly letting his own shirt fall. ]

Hasn't somebody developed a flare for the dramatics today.

[ Showoff. ]

Yes. Because now is the perfect time for that.

[ Testing the bounds, his ass. He knows what you're doing. His mind tricks are incapable of randomly shedding clothes, so Adelis, instead, rolls his eyes as he turns back to divest himself of his garters and pants, letting them drop to the floor after the clinking of buckles and belts is finished.

He has a thumb hooked in the black of his undergarments at that question, and he hums dismissively at it.]

It certainly overshadows the ones we've got at home. [ He lifts a hand idly, wondering if he should pull the ribbon in his hair loose. ] And yet here we are, using it for something entirely different than sleeping.

It would be a waste of a day if you were to nap during it, anyway.

[ Truly a shame. He's perfectly fine with what they have back at the farm, since it's already 10x better than anything he's slept in back in Ostoya, but this would have been an Experience.

He leans back onto the bed and into the touch, but the question has him pausing- it brings light to the thing he tries to ignore, and thus Adelis has to actively shove the feeling down further as he shakes his head and shuffles himself on the bed properly. ]

I only feed if I am actively trying. I'm perfectly capable of using my mouth normally. [ Actively trying, or losing himself, but he's fairly confident in his ability to stay fucking sane right now. Better than he was day one. ] I prefer to not do it frequently, regardless.

[ Well. He supposes that is a new obstacle that will have needed addressing, anyway.

Luckily, the other does not ask too many questions, and doesn't pry where he needn't.

He tilts his head lightly at the lips skimming his skin, press of a hand to his thigh urging his own to coil up and shift through Syrlya's hair. The familiar shift of foliage against his fingers is met with a soft hum, especially as his other hand opts to skim the other's shoulder- pressing his nails into the junction between his neck and shoulder.]

A shame this healed up nicely. [ The spot he'd dug in deep with his teeth, anyway. ] I was curious about seeing how well it would have bruised myself.

[ Ah, so he is biting back. There's a pleasant thrum under his skin at the scrape of teeth, leaning his head lightly into it. Nice to see his touchiness hasn't diminished any, especially as his grip on Syrlya's hair tightens at the fingers coiling about his thigh. ]

Perhaps, if you feel like showing off. [ Again, without the magic- ] But you might find they'll last quite a bit longer, this time.

[ After all, the cut of his teeth is far sharper than they were, and whilst they serve no purpose like regular kindred, they can tear all the same. ]

Aren't you feeling generous.

[ 'Special privilege'. Well, he won't argue with that.

The kiss is returned with the usual scrape of teeth on petal-soft lips, Adelis leaning back a bit on the bed as Syrlya straddles him. A bit amusing, that they've switched places from before- but not unwelcome. There's certainly a spur of confidence that wasn't there the last time. Even suggesting he test his fangs, like he hasn't already- albeit on himself, with the faint marks of teeth ridden in his arms that have since faded to a dull scar. On someone else, someone willing, he wagers, it would be a far better experience.

There's a surprised hitch of breath at the fingers tangling in his hair, the grip tilting his head back a bit. He isn't expecting the teeth in turn, firmly pressing into pale skin which will no doubt bruise, but Adelis locks up for the briefest moment before forcing himself to relax, nails scraping harsh against the curve of Syr's neck- ]

Hah- Says the one currently testing the cut of his own.

[ Indeed, they are. They don't dig in deep, don't quite pierce the skin, but the pressure is certainly there. The pain on his own terms is- good. It's not why he locked up, froze for a split second.

Adelis shifts his gaze downwards to catch Syrlya's, and pauses, somewhat, at the question- ]

It could be. [ But he's fine. He is resilient. This is on his own terms, and he proves it by raking his blackened nails down the curve of Syrlya's spine, leaning in as he shakes off the cold. ] But it was a little lacking. Surely you can do better than that?

[ The pain is good, when he wants it. He can't expect the level he'd gotten out of Mishka out of Syrlya- he's a bit too soft for that, not as brutal. But what is this, if not for exploring a bit? ]