crescentview | FALL CATCH-ALL

[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.]

[ A distinctly different sensation then that of his fingers scratching roughly across flesh, it gives so easy beneath his nails- he likes that, he thinks. More than he usually would. The light tilt of the other's head betrays nothing, somewhat expecting his usual exploratory touch, so Syrlya receives a sharp jolt running up Adelis' spine the moment both the other's tongues and digits rock forward far more aggressively.

This, and the cool skin brushing across his erection drag a low groan from his throat, hips canting upwards into it. Nails dig in sharper, both for grip and to make a point, as his tongue slides across the other's. Somebody really has been taking those lessons to heart. ]

[In a distant part of his mind, he's glad Adelis' feeding can be controlled. Feeling that groan roll through the kiss alights a primal part of him, a need to fit his own body against Adelis'.

But the sharp pricks of nails grounds him, and he does not lower his own hips. His own arousal is still secondary to Adelis, and he wants to maintain the other's pleasure. So... he hopes this vibrator is as good as Snargle said.

His chest is getting tight as he struggles to takes breaths around the kiss. He closes his eyes as he hand presses firmly, rubbing, before he finally pulls it free. He shifts forward a little, arching higher so his slick hand can grab the vibrator and transfer most of the oil still sticking to his hand. The tip slides around and up Adelis' thigh as he feels the direction back to his rear, and then he pushes the end in slowly.

Just the end, at first, and he feels around (do his fingers feel shaky? No matter--) for the switch.

He flicks it on, and continues his slow push in as it hums, the steady vibration only partly muffled as it fills Adelis.]

[ He feels...slightly warmer than usual, oddly enough, but part of him chalks it up to the touch suffusing the warmth through him once again. The arousal is normal. Perhaps the room itself is too hot, but he pushes it to the back of his mind to focus on the more important.

Adelis does, despite the pang in his stomach, allow Syrlya to breathe- he is, after all, the only one of them who longer needs to. When he pulls away, it's to drag his mouth to the other's neck, letting the sharp points of his teeth scrape the freshly repaired foliage he had broken so long ago. He feels the fingers leave, leaving this empty feeling, but doesn't offer a whine- only his own grip twitching.

He is not entirely sure what he's expecting, feeling the light press of something metal to his thigh. The first press doesn't make him flinch, but it's the moment the switch is flipped and it pulses against him that has his teeth sinking into the curve of Syrlya's neck. He swallows the startled noise, but a shaky breath still escapes regardless, shudder sliding up his spine as blackened fingers in the sheets and the other man's skin coil tight as it pushes further inside him. It's a wholly new sensation, but it's the farthest thing from unpleasant. ]

[Syrlya gasps as sharp teeth sink into his neck, his head drooping as a shiver runs through him. He can't ignore the shake in his hands now, but he chalks it up to the ache from his own arousal being untouched. Still, it means he moves a little slower with the final push, letting the vibrator sit deep inside as he pulls himself together.

Still, he wants... to touch. Needs to. He shifts his weight as he slides his arm against the bed towards Adelis'. He fingers splay along the skin, warmer than before, until he can find fingers which his own can lace between and clasp. It's grounding, in a way, controlling the shake just a little and Syrlya draws the hand closer to brush his lips along the blackened tips.] Adelis.

[ There's the faint taste of something sticky on his tongue, between the sharp clench of his teeth- but it's at the back of his mind, when the vibrator nigh all the way in him, thrumming against his walls with a buzz that's still noticeable to the ears. It's- a lot, especially as it sits untouched inside for him for a few moments, his teeth still being in Syrlya's neck the only thing preventing him from grinding them together.

There's a cool touch to his skin, feeling slightly more feverish than warm, and his hand twitches in surprise at the fingers that idly lace through his own. Adelis pulls free, pulling up somewhat to peer bewildered at their hands, before the lips press to the inky black stains of his skin. The flush is crawling further, down his cheeks and to his neck, and the silence sounds uncommonly erotic with the hitch of his breath and the noise of the toy still nestled tight in him.

He peers through lidded eyes, glasses falling lightly down his nose, and he tugs their hands closer. For some reason, he doesn't mind this so much. ]

Are you going- [ His voice is low, and his hips shift on the sheets. ] To keep me waiting?

[Syrlya watches, out the corner of lidded eyes, as the flush spreads over. As Adelis looks back at him past the rim of his glasses and if Syrlya didn't know he needed them, he'd have swept them off his face to reach every part of it.

Oh.

He feels... hazy, arousal pulling him under the water. He delivers a dreamy smile as Adelis' words almost float past him. Almost.]

Ah. [He voice cracks a little, and after Adelis pulls their hands closer he moves to press then to the bed with their fingers entwined.

His other hand cradles Adelis' face, his neck, unsteady down his body until his fingers brush the edge of the vibrator.]

Sorry, you're just so beautiful. [His fingers stumble before he gets a full grip on the vibrator. Then his body sinks down, legs spread as he presses his groin into Adelis'. His arm pinned between them, but he's just taller enough that his wrist has movement. Good.

His whole body shudders.] I can't wait either. I want to make you feel good...

[He starts to pull the vibrator out, slowly--and then thrusts it back in with speed. Out slow, in fast, following echoes of what had felt so good in him. All the whole his hips pin down Adelis', his lead drooping to barely hover over has he watches Adelis' face. This is the last thing he sees clearly, as the haze in his mind depend his focus.

Everything is instinct, movement, a chase for pleasure. To be touched. To hear moans slip from between Adelis' lips again.]

[ The unnatural heat that settles over him is...somewhat alarming. He's used to the effects of poisons, of hallucinogens, of various things he's consumed to build resistances- but this is something else. It makes the skin of his face flush ever so slightly, makes the hair on the back of his neck stick from sweat.

Adelis' pushed down again, laced fingers pressed to the bed, and despite himself he feels no strong desire to pull them free. The touch is gentle, more than he'd prefer, but the brush of skin garners no protest from his suddenly dry throat, especially as they nudge the device still nestled inside him.

The compliment makes him feel...he doesn't know, but his ears burn a bit brighter despite it all, resisting the urge to shift his gaze elsewhere. Compliments feel odd to his ears now, that he cannot stand to look at himself long in the mirror, but Syrlya's insistence settles better than he'd like.

The other's cool skin presses down to his own, and his breath hitches at the brush against his cock. Painfully close is what they are, and the other's arm trapped between them is quickly pushed aside in his mind as the vibrator slowly slides out with a slick noise.

And then it's shoved in, and oh, his hips arch into Syrlya's. He is not normally so sensitive, so good at keeping himself together, but the vibration and slow drag against his walls coupled with every fast thrust makes his stomach burn hotter. His fingers curl tight in Syrlya's grasp, digging his nails against his hand as his breath quickens, and his head lightly tilts back as the other's face dips closer.

Adelis does not need support, and so his other hand arches to the other man's back, to scrape down the curve of his spine. He is still not too loud, not desperate, faintly aware of his own heightened senses and the hazy look in the other's eyes, but the arousal makes every touch pleasant enough to absentmindedly crave more. ]

[Oh.

Adelis hips pushing up into his cracks the last bit of control he was holding onto. He needs Adelis, now, or else the urge will surely break him.

His grip also tightens, and he pushes his body down into Adelis' and rocks it forward in time with every thrust. Adelis is so much warmer, wetter, and Syrlya watches his face through half-lidded eyes as he grinds down on Adelis, pushing them both into the best--and on the next thrust he surges harder and angles to force their lips together, force his way into Adelis' mouth out a ravenous hunger for him. He tilts his body upward, head angled down so he doesn't have to break the kiss while he continues to roll front to front in type to the thrusting of the vibrator. His teeth sink against lips and his tongue runs over sharp canines, ready to break skin as the kisses are just as relentless.]

[ He isn't expecting the sharp press of the other down on him to accompany the thrum and thrusts, and oh, that's a lot. A lot of feeling, a lot of heat, and for all his experience, he's never felt this sweltering, especially so quickly.

Being pushed further into the mattress with each thrust against him doesn't deter him any, and he claws his grip tighter as he rolls his own hips up to meet each and every grind. The kiss, Adelis welcomes- and while the hunger makes it tempting, he shoves it down in favor of a different kind. This is messier than usual, lips smashing together without much ceremony or control, but that works for him just fine. The cut of his teeth dig into Syrlya's more delicate lips, scrape the length of his tongue, returning the desperation.

He has the faintest idea of what's happening now, in the back of his lust-hazed mind, but the fire in his blood overrides whatever complaints he would have had about it...for now, anyway.

One particular sharp thrust of the vibrator against his insides, and his body jolts, gasp swallowed up by the other's hungry mouth. For all his decent attempts at composure, the brush, the vibration, against that spot inside him in his current state has sparks dancing behind his eyelids. ]

[The moan that rolls from Syrlya's throat into Adelis' stutters as his body jolts right under Syrlya's. It's so much with every nerve in his body tingling with sensitivity. His grip tightens, the thrusting momentarily stopping deep into the push as the pressure snaps. His fingers gripped around the end fo the vibrator press against Adelis' warm skin.

His whole body shudders as he comes, and yet--it doesn't bring any relief. His stamen is still erect, and the high of the orgasm is undercut by a tension that still won't quite release.

Is he really that wound up? He much does he need this?

He groans, desperate, and thrusts his hips impatiently into Adelis' again.]

A--Adelis, I--[His lips murmur against lips, eyes barely fluttering open.] I need you--keep. Touching me. Please.

[His thoughts are so hazy. He was... satisfying Adelis, but the want gnawing inside him is impossible to ignore anymore. He needs more.]

[ The sharp thrusts are enough, the vibration is enough, but the moment it comes to a grinding halt, stuck deep as it buzzes away against his insides, is more than enough. The shudder of the other man against him frays the thread enough they snap, and a strangled moan of his own slips out as a hard shiver drives up his spine.

Were he in his right mind, he would never come this fast, but his nerves are burning hot, and he doesn't even care for the mess smearing over his stomach. That's a problem for a later Adelis.

Naturally, it's not enough, however, and his nails dig further at the sharp thrust of the other's hips against him again, rocking back as he grips Syrlya's shoulders in turn. The plead against him lights the harsh fire in him again, and a growl slides past his lips in turn. ]

Fine.

[ It's not aggravated, no- it's desperate, and without warning he promptly up and shoves him back- up, farther, until Adelis can get up. The vibrator is discarded on the bed, absentmindedly mourning the loss of something inside him, but too focused on the insatiable heat in his stomach. One hand presses to the other's stomach to push him back a little more, all whilst he leans between his legs, glasses sliding down his nose-

And upon wrapping his other hand around Syrlya's erection, slides his tongue up the length of it. ]

[It almost feels like he teleported, when his mind blinks into awareness to find he's already halfway with his back to the bed. Adelis' voice at a pitch he's never heard before.

But Adelis doesn't quite come up all the way with him. With the grip on his hand lost, Syrlya reaches again until his fingers find perch in Adelis' hair. Gently, at first, the texture grounding him in reality--

Until Adelis' tongue slides up his damp stamen, and then his fingers twist and clench the strands firmly.] Ah!

[It's still so sensitive but the need from the aphrodisiac overrides the soreness--and instead he shifts forward, a silent request for more.]

[ It has been a while since he's used his mouth, but at this point, he doesn't really care much- as long as he's touching him in some way, just to sate the arousal still burning under his skin. He can feel his hair sticking to the back of his neck as he shifts his grip on the other's slick skin, the bed faintly creaking beneath his knees as he arches forward a bit more.

The fingers is his hair are welcome- the tug, the tight clench more so. This time, the groan that slips past Adelis' lips isn't muted in the slightest, lips pressed to the underside of Syr's erection in time with the firm strokes of his hand.

It tastes sweet, now that he's close and personal and licking him clean, and he welcomes the shift of the other's hips closer. It urges his head up a bit further, up his full length, until he can stare up unblinkingly as he slowly drags his tongue over the tip itself. ]

[Oh, goodness. That groan from Adelis locks Syrlya's attention on him--but it's the way he stares up while running his tongue over Syrlya that really captures him. He's suspended in that second, fingers twisting into sheets and hair before he loses the ability to keep himself upright.]

Yes. [He gasps, needy. His hand pulls.] Like that, please..

[ The pull to his hair has Adelis' grip stutter if but for a moment, but both it and the plead hitting his ears urges him forward. He pushes himself up the slightest bit, free hand tucking his hair behind his ear before it settles on the curve of Syrlya's hip-

And after one more lap of the tongue, he seals his mouth around him, head bobbing downwards. Low, at first, before there's a shift to take him deeper, tongue dragging across the length of him as he does so. Without a need to breathe, he doesn't hesitate to press himself all the way down, nose brushing Syrlya's stomach before he pulls back again, hyperfocused on whatever noises he can drag out with each inch he takes. ]

[Syrlya breathes deep, punctuated with a groan as Adelis takes his stem into his mouth properly. There's relief that way, even if it kind of hurts at first, and he--

His whole body coils as Adelis goes all the way down, legs pulling up and gasping for air as he's hit by an overwhelming amount of touch. And then the tension releases, except in his fingers, and he pulls sharply against the hair and sheets as he falls back against the bed. His legs slip down uselessly but there's still an attempt at rolling his hips in encouragement, as words fail him.]

Ah, ah, a-ah--

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