crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[Syrlya catches the way the mood turns, but this is unfortunately something important to establish now when Syrlya doesn't know much about how this dhampir thing works.]

All right. [That's the only confirmation he needs. His fingers move to slide over Adelis' thigh, to press into cool skin as he leans in.

But his kiss is aimed not at Adelis' mouth but by his ear, where he'd let his lips drag along the skin.]

[ 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.

[Syrlya hums against Adelis, scraping his teeth against skin just below his ear. He shifts his weight to slide his other hand up Adelis' spine, assuming to curl around his shoulders.]

It took more than a few days. If you'd like to try again, perhaps I can give you a view of the damage done in the aftermath?

[His hand curls around the inner thigh, fingers kneading into the skin.]

[ 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. ]

Consider it a special privilege for you. [Because there is no way he is fielding questions again about why he's covered in these kinds of bruises.

He nips the edge of Adelis' jaw before he lips seal into a kiss as the hand on his thigh wanders up. Just enough to give himself room as he shifts over in an effort to straddle Adelis.] If you think your new canines are all the more suited for it, shouldn't we put them to the test?

[His fingers drag across the back of Adelis' shoulders, tangling in the edge of his hair. The feeling is dull when you don't have fingernails, but his real aim is to try and get a grip on Adelis' hair as he arches down to draw his lips to his clavicle and give it a firm bite.]

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.

[Aha. Syrlya's teeth are certainly more dull, but hard wood is firm and unrelenting.

But he only lingers on the bite for a second, exchanging it for a kiss when he feels Adelis lock up under him. He shifts up enough to look him in the face again.] Is it to your liking?

[Even taking initiative, he can't help but want to please.]

[ 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? ]

[Aha. Syrlya's grin widens, his back arching as he feels sharp nails drag down the knots of his spine.] If you will it.

[His legs spread to allow him to sink more firmly against Adelis. He twirls Adelis' hair around his fingers in a bid to tighten his grip before he lunges forward to sink his teeth into the front of Adelis' throat, wide and harsh that allows his tongue to press against the skin and roll over Adelis' Adam's apple.]

[ Will it, indeed. It's nice, he thinks, to see his lessons paying off.

He hisses, lightly, at the firm press of skin, and he lets his free hand drop to Syrlya's hip to idly rock against him as fingers tangle tighter through his hair, only for his nails to dig deep into the waxy skin in reaction to the teeth that close around his throat.

He grabs his own fistful of the other's hair at the drag of the other's tongue across his throat, pushing him a bit further in his lap in retaliation. It will be an interesting bruise, for certain- but he's sported worse around his neck here, anyway. ]

[Syrlya grunts as he feels Adelis roll against him, and begins to slide his other hand from Adelis' hip to massage his groin. Not for long, before he moves to to grip Adelis' side and get out of the way from then pressing against each other.

His teeth press harder before he releases, using his tongue to feel the indents he's left behind.

He pushes his weight forward in an attempt to shove Adelis down to the bed, and as he does he tilts his head to bite again at another angle, overlapping the first mark. This time he lets his teeth drag as he closes his mouth, the pressure only increasing as he seals the bite.

And if not stopped, he's going to trail these bites down to Adelis' clavicle and the left side of his chest.]

[ There's a light hitched breath at the hand that slips between his legs, cool skin sliding against his own, but you won't find him complaining as it pulls away. He's not about to whine for anything, as is.

He swallows at the tongue that slides over the obvious imprint of teeth, soon to fade and re-emerge on the morrow in the form of bruises. Teeth near his neck instinctively make him twitch, fingers coiling tighter in the other's skin, but they at least steer clear of the right side, where two pinprick holes sit etched in his flesh. This much, he can tolerate.

Syrlya is lighter than he is, but the effort works, back hitting the sheets so his back can arch a bit at the teeth once again pressing to his throat. They drag, the sharp pressure rising, and he lets his fingers pull away from the other's hip to retaliate in turn.

He can keep nibbling all he wants, Adelis reaching down his hand to brush his fingers against the other's erection. There's no rope to keep him down this time, so he'll grip and circle his blackened thumb against the tip, just to see the new reaction. ]

[It's not completely intentional--if Adelis ever explained where Kindred usually feed, it's at the back of Syrlya's mind right now. They just have paid a lot of attention to the neck and shoulders, and he would like to explore.

Down, apparently. Adelis being flat makes this easier and a satisfied smile curls on Syrlya's lips.

And then he sucks in a shuddering breath as Adelis touches the tip of his stem, his bite stalling as a jolt jerks him. Going right for the weak point, huh?

He takes a second, arm trapped under Adelis unable to pull but he can clench his fingers to tighten the existing tug he has on Adelis' hair. And then, determined not to be stopped just yet, he arches over so that he can drag his teeth further down Adelis' chest.

Ah, right. There's a part he's not familiar with, and he's curious... he rolls his tongue around the nipple, slow, wet, and exploratory.]

[ Naturally- it's a bit difficult to reach much in this position, but he won't be content to sit still, either. His grip this time is firmer, as opposed to the feather-light, teasing from before, just to keep him on his toes. If Syrlya wishes to focus, then Adelis doesn't intend to make it easy for him.

The grip on his hair makes him exhale quietly, pressing his thumb down a little harder in retaliation. The scrape of teeth down his chest is dulled by the lack of sharpness, but the indents will surely bruise far more than any other. That, he finds, he doesn't mind so much.

It's the roll of the tongue that earns something more- the hand in Syrlya's hair tightens it's hold, breath hitching as his hand pauses in it's ministrations if but for a moment. That is not something he's quite used to, despite his experience- but he finds he doesn't dislike it, if the way the flesh in question hardens somewhat underneath the slick touch.

Perhaps that's the embarrassing part. ]

[These sensations are still so new to Syrlya. He can't stop the blush on his face or the way his breath hitches as Adelis changes the pressure, but he's determined to not let it stop him just yet. His fingers dig more firmly into Adelis' side so his hand doesn't shake, and... then he feels that shift.

Oh?

Syrlya's gaze rolls up, staring at Adelis with his tongue still against the nipple. And he keeps watching for the changes in his expression as he catches it between his tongue and his top teeth, pressing firmly and rolling it between them.]

[ Hm. He can feel that gaze for a moment, and Adelis notably narrows his eyes in turn, the returning warmth tinting the edges of his ears a light red. He doesn't smile, as if in a sort of challenge, but it doesn't help the way he obviously twitches at the sensation of teeth on his nipple. Weakness discovered, apparently.

A cluck of the tongue, as he pushes down the flush that threatens to crawl further down his ears. ]

Perhaps I should have searched harder to wrap up those wandering hands of yours.

[ This is punctuated by the the soft drag of his nails on the other's stem as he curls his fingers downwards- not even to hurt, but enough to make a point. ]

[It's just short of tearing the flesh, and Syrlya's body shudders as he can't stop a groan from escaping his open mouth. Ah.

He pulls against the nipple as he lifts his head, but ultimately lets it go so he can speak.

... After a second of admiring the angle. He kind of likes Adelis from his direction, too.]

Letting you restrain me is a courtesy. [Adelis can probably guess how he'd get out of ropes, like he gets out of clothes. The hand on his side slides up.] But I certainly won't stop you from returning the favor, now.

[Where are those claws and teeth of yours, Adelis? Though, first, so long as Syrlya is straddling him...

He reaches for the vibrator and holds it up in view.] Final verdict?

[ The groan is satisfying, but he has to bite back a noise of his own at the pull, however small and sharp it is. Well, that's a part of him he's not too sure how he feels about. Anyway.

His grip on Syrlya's hair loosens as the other settles up, although his nails drag down in the process before letting go to prop himself up on his elbow. ]

A courtesy you seemed more than glad to entertain. [ He has seen it, fully well- he got warned in the first encounter, as well. But he's quick as well, so it would at least make for an interesting chase. ] But should I be impressed how quickly you seemed to settle on your tastes?

[ Really, he hadn't expected one encounter to have that much of an influence, but he's hardly complaining.

And then there's that thing again, and Adelis pauses as his other hand lets go, lightly slick fingers pulling away as he seems to contemplate for a few moments. He has not forgotten the mild embarrassment that contraption has brought him, but he also isn't a coward.... ]

...Haah. Why not. [ It's already out, anyway. ] I suppose there's a bloody first for everything.

Oh, I was. But now I would like to entertain you in a different way. [If Adelis would be so kind.

He smiles, pleased, as Adelis agrees, and sets the vibrator down a little closer to grab the oil bottle instead. He twists the cap, pouring it over his fingers and letting it drip down his hand. He rubs it between his fingers and... looks a little curious at it. A few trickles hit his stomach and roll down.]

Huh. [He tilts his head to lick some of it off the back, crinkling his nose a little. It doesn't taste good (expected), but it also doesn't taste spicy (unexpected).]

It has an odd tingle at first. [In case Adelis is wondering. He shifts up on his knees, adjusting his position so that he and settle between Adelis' legs instead of on top of them. He presses his clean hand to the bed, leaning over as two fingers reach to slide down between Adelis' rear.] How does that feel?

Well, since you're so eager.

[ Normally, it would take more to hand off control in some way, but he can take it back easily enough if he feels like it...and honestly, after the week he's had? It might not be so bad.

He occupies with watching Syrlya, although it's rather clear this is a first for him- he knows that rather intimately, so he doesn't have any quips to add at this time. Or he should say he didn't, because the moment Adelis watches the other man lift his hand and curiously lick it, his eyebrows shoot up. ]

...I hope you realize I'm not going to be the one explaining it if you happen to get poisoned from ingesting things you shouldn't.

[ Syr...please don't put random substances in your mouth. That's how you catch things. The crinkle in his face is well-deserved for that, honestly.

'Odd tingle', however, does raise a bit of a red flag, and he squints his gaze at the liquid for a few moments...at least until the bed dips as the other man shifts, and his attention immediately swaps gears to the slick fingers pressing against his skin. Adelis settles back, leaning more of his weight on his elbow as he locks his gaze onto Syrlya instead. ]

I think it feels like you can do better.

[ Well? Impress him. ]

It won't poison me. [He doesn't know this but he sounds confident about it.

And anyway, there's a bigger priority as Adelis eggs him on. So he smiles as their gaze meets, increasing the pressure to slide one finger in. And then the other, trying to mimic the movements as he felt them. Which is a bit of a hazy memory, but there's only so many ways he can slide his fingers around anyway.

He starts with curling them to presses firmly, rubbing, as he lowers himself closer to Adelis.]

[ Okay, Mishka 2.0. He obviously doesn't quite believe that, but if he's so confident, then that's his problem.

There's a slow exhale of breath at the push in, just out of habit- he doesn't need to draw breath, but it comes on instinct, regardless. Syrlya isn't warm, no familiar give of flesh, but it doesn't change how the stroke of his fingers feels good.

Adelis is, however, not particularly loud- the bed dips as he sinks a bit further, lightly rolling his hips with the movement. ]

[That's just as well. Syrlya remembers from before his more subtle sounds, and this time he isn't drowning them out with his own cries.

He leans over further while he methodically thrusts and rubs with his fingers. It's steady, for now, so that he's able to focus on pressing his lips to Adelis'. His tongue out, looking for the invitation into his mouth.]

[ It settles low in his stomach, beginning of a pleasant warmth settling with each methodical push and pull. He does not shift so much as twitch, especially at the rubs. The red inches further down to his cheeks, prolonged contact leeching the cold from his skin despite the lack of a heartbeat, and his lidded gaze only slips from the hand between his leg once Syrlya is hovering over him.

If it's an invitation he wants, then it's one he'll get- albeit it's with the sharp press of pointed teeth into his petal-like lips. He did say to return the favor, after all, and so Adelis will gladly do so- balancing himself on one arm as the other reaches and digs nails against his waist, dragging against the waxy skin. ]

[A twitch runs up Syrlya's body as Adelis' nails drag, the outer level of leaves cleanly splitting along the lines he makes. He tilts his head, closing his eyes as he moves to slowly deepen the kiss--before pushing forward harder, suddenly, his tongue and fingers pushing in with more force. He cups over Adelis' groin with the rest of his hand, thumb rubbing the underside of his erection.]

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