[He smiles as he watches the shirt flutter to the bed. His friend is a veritable work of art ]
Of course, but if you'll allow me one more...
[He leans in to press a kiss to the hollow of Hythlodaeus' throat and only then pulls back to stand and strip.
He hadn't dressed up especially to meet him, but he was dressed in his usual darker pallet with well-fitted leather pants and a draping black shirt. One he works off slowly and lets drift to the floor.
His arms and shoulders are toned and well defined as Hyth's are, though one with bow and the other with scythe. one large acar is evident along his front and a matching set on his back: a grouping of puncture marks in the form of a monsterous jaw; his lingering reminder of his run in with the bite of a Death Tyrant. Still, he wears it proudly along with a few smaller marks. A set of burn marks on his right arm is encircled by a swirling tattoo and the same arm has a stylized hawk near his wrist. The tattoo of a closed eye on his back shoulder is there when he turns to peel his pants from his legs which hold their own inked reminders of people now gone.
Once he's down to his smalls, he steps in close to Hythlodaeus again and reaches a hand foreword to run his fingers through that lovely hair of his.]
If you'd do me such a kindness as helping me from the last of my clothing, I'd be happy to do the same...and then some.
[He had every intention of doing as promised and railing his friend against the mirror on the wall...but that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in one of his favorite activities for a moment: the urge to get on his knees and offer the talents of his tongue and throat.]
[He watches with clear interest as Chris strips, his eyes roaming over his body and lingering on the tattoos and scars. What a life this man has led, most certainly. He'll have to ask about them all, but now is not the time.
Gaze lingering on Chris' arms, it only snaps up to meet his eyes when he speaks again. Then he smirks, fingers trailing down his friend's chest and stomach before hooking into his pants and tugging down slowly. He isn't shy about getting a good look at what he's revealing either, and once the remaining garment is on the ground his hands roam back up his thighs and to his hips, thumbs caressing the skin of his lower abdomen.]
Lovely...
[Truly, Chris is a beautiful man. Hythlodaeus lets his hands fall and leans back on the bed, smiling. He'll let Chris do as he likes now, but he has high hopes.]
There's a small, appreciative, shudder through Chris for the feeling of Hythlodaeus' hands over his skin, the scrape of his callouses drawing a sharp breath and a smile for the feeling over his skin.
As soon as the last of his clothing is down his legs, he kicks it aside to focus on his friend. He runs his hands down along Hyth's chest and sweeps his fingers under the waist of his pants to ease them from narrow hips and down his legs. The same path Chris himself takes as he lowers himself to his knees between the spread of his friend's legs where he's sat on the bed. There's no shame or flush of embarrassment for his own desire to look at the beautiful form the other man makes. It's an appreciation Chris shows in the form of reverent kisses from chest to stomach to thigh and knee.
"I could certainly say same of you. Allow me to show a taste of appreciation, my friend." The cleric flashes a smile up to those pretty eyes, then turns his lips to the task of trailing up the inside of Hythlodaeus' leg. One hand braces on a knee while the other reaches forward to trail a finger along the underside of his companion's cock in the interest of taking the head between his lips.
Chris makes a small, appreciative sound. Of all the acts and desires he liked to visit on his lovers, this would always be one of his favorites. He swirls his tongue along the tip and under the edge, his fingers supporting the rest of the shaft as he works his friend to full attention.
His lashes flutter closed as Chris takes him between his lips. Truly he understands his friend's pleased sound, because he is much the same way- he loves to get on his knees for his lovers. Threading his fingers through Chris' hair he encourages him with a hand to his shoulder, thumb rubbing gently at his skin.
It won't take long to get him fully hard. After all he has a lovely sight before him, and it feels good besides. His eyes do flick over to the mirror too, and he feels a jolt of arousal simply by watching himself with Chris between his legs. Strange as it is to see the lustful look in his own eyes, he can't deny that they make a good-looking pair right now. He soon glances back down to Chris properly, though. He's more interested in watching him like this.
"That's good..." He murmurs it softly, letting Chris go at his own pace but rather hoping he doesn't think to tease him for terribly long.
Not too terribly long, just enough to change his friend's breathing that little bit he's after. Though, it's much harder to pull away with those fingers in his hair. It's enough to quiet his thoughts just a touch and send a shiver down his spine...but he does pull off, if with some effort.
He turns a kiss to Hythlodaeus' thigh and smiles up at him. "Just as sweet as I figured you'd be. Now, then..."
He puts a hand against the bed to help himself stand, then offers it to the other man with every intention of keeping it laced in his fingers for now. To the mirror with you. I'd have you learn your own face when you come before we're through."
If there's no resistance offered, Chris maneuvers Hythlodaeus to stand in front of the mirror, the hand he'd captured he now guides to the solidly affixed edge of the mirror itself while he peppers small kisses to Hythlodaeus' shoulder. "Keep your hand there, lovely. Spare me a moment to prepare us."
There's no resistance at all- Hythlodaeus is more than happy to do what Chris asks of him. He keeps his hand where Chris moves it and smiles at the kisses, resting himself against the mirror slightly.
"I'll be good, of course."
He chuckles, giving Chris a smirk.
"Especially when you promise such wonderful things."
He doesn't doubt that Chris will remain true to his word, either. He's excited to be sure, not only to experience what Chris has in store for him but also to share the moment with his good friend.
"Good boy." He smirks a bit to himself for his own joke -their ages astronomically different in the grand scheme of things to say such a thing- and steals a kiss to Hythlodaeus' shoulder before he pulls back to fetch the lube he'd left in his pocket. It doesn't take long to spread some over himself and then take the rest gathered on his fingers to work slowly inside his friend. He doesn't doubt Hythlodaeus has had his own share of sex recently with having his own partner at home and he tests the theory by pressing his fingers in deep without pause or caution to stretch and slide and measure his reaction.
He slows the slide of his fingers in and out of the other man's body only long enough to make sure he was thorough before pulling his hand back completely. "There we are...think that's well enough. Now, watch yourself as I press into you. I want you to see when the pleasure takes your pretty features."
One hand braced on Hythlodaeus' shoulder, the other takes hold of Chris' cock to guide the tip of himself inside his friend.
He tries his best not to push back against Chris' fingers as he opens him up, but he's enjoying it all the same. He's obviously been having regular enough sex that it's not too difficult to get him to loosen up.
Breath coming a little faster in anticipation, he does as Chris tells him and watches himself. It's odd, to be eye to eye with himself during this, and his gaze keeps flicking towards the bit of Chris that he can see behind him.
But of course, as Chris pushes in he stops contemplating it and gives in to the wonderful feeling of being full. And he does see the way his features change, the way his lids lower and how his lips part with a soft sound. He resists the urge to touch himself, if only because he wants the pleasure he sees writ on his features to be Chris' doing, not his own. He did say he'd be good...
He doesn't pause long once he's inside Hythlodaeus, his body's urge to move and his desire to have his friend see the twist and change in his own expression sees him settling into a slow and deep pace. It might be more teasing than satisfying, but all the more reason to take his time now. Maybe even learn if Hythlodaeus was the sort to beg.
"There we go." He speaks between powerful thrusts, a touch of magic cast on himself affording more strength behind the movement than he rightly should have. "You've such a beauty to you normally with your eyes like lavender flowers and hair of spun silk...I thought you might be just as beautiful messed and needy...and I believe...I was right. Gods, Hyth..."
The hand around the other man's shoulder slips in further to press just below the hollow of Hythlodaeus' throat so only a sliver of pressure was visited there and the rest fell on his sternum. "You always...seem so worried about the hearts of those around you...the souls you see that ache...what of yours? How often do you let others tend you?"
The compliments go straight to his cock, and he lets out a breathy moan as Chris thrusts forward so deeply. He tilts his head back slightly as that hand rests at his throat just barely, and he sees his own expression morph into vague confusion in the way his brows knit together somewhat.
"I..."
It's hard to explain such a thing while he's so focused on the movements behind him, his eyes wandering to search for Chris' in their reflections.
"I suppose I don't often allow it."
He lets Emet-Selch look after him, sure. But mostly he does it to make his love happy.
Chris buries himself in his friend on another deep thrust and stays there, ricking his hips only a touch for the stimulation and to afford himself a chance to suck a thorough mark into Hythlodaeus' neck.
"Maybe you ought to...just now and again. Everyone needs carrying for sometimes...especially those care-ers." His words are trailed by an almost sweet kiss to his friend's jaw. "I look forward to taking you apart. Pay attention now."
It's the warning he offers before his magic feeds into his pace and his grip tightens to better hold his companion in place for the driving thrusts Chris takes up. Green eyes stay on Hythlodaeus and his reflection even as he briefly lets his body simply focus on finding its own pleasure in the man under his hands. He wants to see when the tip of his cock strikes that spot inside. He wants to see when the angle he takes means the girth of his cock stretches his lover open.
This was his art and Hythlodaeus the subject...all the more reason to let him watch the rough treatment take him.
The kind words in contrast with the intent of taking him apart has him shuddering, and as Chris' thrusts get harder he cries out, wishing he had more to grab onto. He pays attention though, in the way his stomach tenses and his cock throbs, the way his thighs tremble in the wake of such treatment. And visually he's noticing the flush creeping onto his neck, into his cheeks. Every time Chris hits the right spot he groans, a light sheen of sweat beginning the prickle over his skin.
It's a wonderful sight, the two of them together. Far more erotic than he'd imagined. He etches it into his memory, likely for further use down the line. One cannot simply let such a memory go to waste.
Chris' driving pace continues a breath or two longer, long enough to let his friend watch his fill, then he slows, his hips rolling against Hythlodaeus as a calloused hand reaches around to grip the rigid length of his cock.
"Come apart for me, lovely...come apart for me and I'll fill you till it runs down your thigh." The hand still bracing against Hythlodaeus turns gripping and sharp, Chris' nails digging into skin to keep him in place while his other hand was far too busy with pumping him with the pace of his hips.
"You can do this for me, can't you? Or do you think you need a little more? Use those pretty words of yours."
As soon as Chris begins to stroke him his eyes close, his breath coming in trembling gasps. He's so close, and Chris must surely know it. He does, of course, remember quickly that he's supposed to be watching, and his gaze is dark and lustful as he meets Chris' eye again.
"For you... yes, I can..."
He trails off, and the sharp sting of blunt nails in his skin and the combination of Chris' hips and hand has him tensing- feeling his orgasm wash over him, he spills messily over Chris' fingers with a moan. His eyes drop to watch, and he murmurs Chris' name, almost pleading. He needs it, to feel Chris fill him. He did as he was told, he deserves it, surely...
His friend's orgasm has his body tensing around Chris and he groans into Hythlodaeus' shoulder and presses a gentle kiss there.
"Beautiful...handsome, kind, and capable man...hold on to me." A hard thing to do when he was behind him, but Chris wraps an arm around his middle instead of holding his cock and uses that and the grip on his friends' hip to set in on a steady, driving, rhythm to seek his own finish. He drives deep into Hyth not too long after and buries himself deep as he bites down on the other man's shoulder and spills inside him with a shudder and skin-smothered groan. Gods, he felt good to fuck...a shame it had taken so long...but he didn't regret it.
Once his wits return to him, Chris kisses the place he'd unkindly bit and moves to pull out of his friend so he could better turn him to press their lips together.
It feels good to hold onto Chris' arm and let himself be taken, eyes blearily focused on the sight they make until he feels Chris spill inside him. He lets out a sigh, content despite the bite to his shoulder, and when the other man turns him around he kisses back softly, hand coming up to rest at his cheek while the other settles at his waist.
"Mm... and to think this took us so long. A pity."
But at least now they know how good it can be. And there's nothing stopping them from doing it again.
His hands skate down the soft skin of his companion's chest and arms, an idle touch for the simple pleasure of it.
"More's the reason to take advantage of the oversight in the future. I hope you got to see a new side of yourself...and got to appreciate you as others might. You're a delight to know and be with, Hythlodaeus."
His kisses trail from lips to jaw to neck and collarbone before he bothers attempting to take his friend's hand and step away. "I believe there's a spacious shower in this room. Might you allow me the pleasure of getting you clean again?"
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Of course, but if you'll allow me one more...
[He leans in to press a kiss to the hollow of Hythlodaeus' throat and only then pulls back to stand and strip.
He hadn't dressed up especially to meet him, but he was dressed in his usual darker pallet with well-fitted leather pants and a draping black shirt. One he works off slowly and lets drift to the floor.
His arms and shoulders are toned and well defined as Hyth's are, though one with bow and the other with scythe. one large acar is evident along his front and a matching set on his back: a grouping of puncture marks in the form of a monsterous jaw; his lingering reminder of his run in with the bite of a Death Tyrant. Still, he wears it proudly along with a few smaller marks. A set of burn marks on his right arm is encircled by a swirling tattoo and the same arm has a stylized hawk near his wrist. The tattoo of a closed eye on his back shoulder is there when he turns to peel his pants from his legs which hold their own inked reminders of people now gone.
Once he's down to his smalls, he steps in close to Hythlodaeus again and reaches a hand foreword to run his fingers through that lovely hair of his.]
If you'd do me such a kindness as helping me from the last of my clothing, I'd be happy to do the same...and then some.
[He had every intention of doing as promised and railing his friend against the mirror on the wall...but that didn't mean he couldn't indulge in one of his favorite activities for a moment: the urge to get on his knees and offer the talents of his tongue and throat.]
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Gaze lingering on Chris' arms, it only snaps up to meet his eyes when he speaks again. Then he smirks, fingers trailing down his friend's chest and stomach before hooking into his pants and tugging down slowly. He isn't shy about getting a good look at what he's revealing either, and once the remaining garment is on the ground his hands roam back up his thighs and to his hips, thumbs caressing the skin of his lower abdomen.]
Lovely...
[Truly, Chris is a beautiful man. Hythlodaeus lets his hands fall and leans back on the bed, smiling. He'll let Chris do as he likes now, but he has high hopes.]
Switching to prose if that's okay!
As soon as the last of his clothing is down his legs, he kicks it aside to focus on his friend. He runs his hands down along Hyth's chest and sweeps his fingers under the waist of his pants to ease them from narrow hips and down his legs. The same path Chris himself takes as he lowers himself to his knees between the spread of his friend's legs where he's sat on the bed. There's no shame or flush of embarrassment for his own desire to look at the beautiful form the other man makes. It's an appreciation Chris shows in the form of reverent kisses from chest to stomach to thigh and knee.
"I could certainly say same of you. Allow me to show a taste of appreciation, my friend." The cleric flashes a smile up to those pretty eyes, then turns his lips to the task of trailing up the inside of Hythlodaeus' leg. One hand braces on a knee while the other reaches forward to trail a finger along the underside of his companion's cock in the interest of taking the head between his lips.
Chris makes a small, appreciative sound. Of all the acts and desires he liked to visit on his lovers, this would always be one of his favorites. He swirls his tongue along the tip and under the edge, his fingers supporting the rest of the shaft as he works his friend to full attention.
all good!
It won't take long to get him fully hard. After all he has a lovely sight before him, and it feels good besides. His eyes do flick over to the mirror too, and he feels a jolt of arousal simply by watching himself with Chris between his legs. Strange as it is to see the lustful look in his own eyes, he can't deny that they make a good-looking pair right now. He soon glances back down to Chris properly, though. He's more interested in watching him like this.
"That's good..." He murmurs it softly, letting Chris go at his own pace but rather hoping he doesn't think to tease him for terribly long.
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He turns a kiss to Hythlodaeus' thigh and smiles up at him. "Just as sweet as I figured you'd be. Now, then..."
He puts a hand against the bed to help himself stand, then offers it to the other man with every intention of keeping it laced in his fingers for now. To the mirror with you. I'd have you learn your own face when you come before we're through."
If there's no resistance offered, Chris maneuvers Hythlodaeus to stand in front of the mirror, the hand he'd captured he now guides to the solidly affixed edge of the mirror itself while he peppers small kisses to Hythlodaeus' shoulder. "Keep your hand there, lovely. Spare me a moment to prepare us."
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"I'll be good, of course."
He chuckles, giving Chris a smirk.
"Especially when you promise such wonderful things."
He doesn't doubt that Chris will remain true to his word, either. He's excited to be sure, not only to experience what Chris has in store for him but also to share the moment with his good friend.
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He slows the slide of his fingers in and out of the other man's body only long enough to make sure he was thorough before pulling his hand back completely. "There we are...think that's well enough. Now, watch yourself as I press into you. I want you to see when the pleasure takes your pretty features."
One hand braced on Hythlodaeus' shoulder, the other takes hold of Chris' cock to guide the tip of himself inside his friend.
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Breath coming a little faster in anticipation, he does as Chris tells him and watches himself. It's odd, to be eye to eye with himself during this, and his gaze keeps flicking towards the bit of Chris that he can see behind him.
But of course, as Chris pushes in he stops contemplating it and gives in to the wonderful feeling of being full. And he does see the way his features change, the way his lids lower and how his lips part with a soft sound. He resists the urge to touch himself, if only because he wants the pleasure he sees writ on his features to be Chris' doing, not his own. He did say he'd be good...
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"There we go." He speaks between powerful thrusts, a touch of magic cast on himself affording more strength behind the movement than he rightly should have. "You've such a beauty to you normally with your eyes like lavender flowers and hair of spun silk...I thought you might be just as beautiful messed and needy...and I believe...I was right. Gods, Hyth..."
The hand around the other man's shoulder slips in further to press just below the hollow of Hythlodaeus' throat so only a sliver of pressure was visited there and the rest fell on his sternum. "You always...seem so worried about the hearts of those around you...the souls you see that ache...what of yours? How often do you let others tend you?"
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"I..."
It's hard to explain such a thing while he's so focused on the movements behind him, his eyes wandering to search for Chris' in their reflections.
"I suppose I don't often allow it."
He lets Emet-Selch look after him, sure. But mostly he does it to make his love happy.
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"Maybe you ought to...just now and again. Everyone needs carrying for sometimes...especially those care-ers." His words are trailed by an almost sweet kiss to his friend's jaw. "I look forward to taking you apart. Pay attention now."
It's the warning he offers before his magic feeds into his pace and his grip tightens to better hold his companion in place for the driving thrusts Chris takes up. Green eyes stay on Hythlodaeus and his reflection even as he briefly lets his body simply focus on finding its own pleasure in the man under his hands. He wants to see when the tip of his cock strikes that spot inside. He wants to see when the angle he takes means the girth of his cock stretches his lover open.
This was his art and Hythlodaeus the subject...all the more reason to let him watch the rough treatment take him.
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It's a wonderful sight, the two of them together. Far more erotic than he'd imagined. He etches it into his memory, likely for further use down the line. One cannot simply let such a memory go to waste.
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"Come apart for me, lovely...come apart for me and I'll fill you till it runs down your thigh." The hand still bracing against Hythlodaeus turns gripping and sharp, Chris' nails digging into skin to keep him in place while his other hand was far too busy with pumping him with the pace of his hips.
"You can do this for me, can't you? Or do you think you need a little more? Use those pretty words of yours."
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"For you... yes, I can..."
He trails off, and the sharp sting of blunt nails in his skin and the combination of Chris' hips and hand has him tensing- feeling his orgasm wash over him, he spills messily over Chris' fingers with a moan. His eyes drop to watch, and he murmurs Chris' name, almost pleading. He needs it, to feel Chris fill him. He did as he was told, he deserves it, surely...
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"Beautiful...handsome, kind, and capable man...hold on to me." A hard thing to do when he was behind him, but Chris wraps an arm around his middle instead of holding his cock and uses that and the grip on his friends' hip to set in on a steady, driving, rhythm to seek his own finish. He drives deep into Hyth not too long after and buries himself deep as he bites down on the other man's shoulder and spills inside him with a shudder and skin-smothered groan. Gods, he felt good to fuck...a shame it had taken so long...but he didn't regret it.
Once his wits return to him, Chris kisses the place he'd unkindly bit and moves to pull out of his friend so he could better turn him to press their lips together.
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"Mm... and to think this took us so long. A pity."
But at least now they know how good it can be. And there's nothing stopping them from doing it again.
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"More's the reason to take advantage of the oversight in the future. I hope you got to see a new side of yourself...and got to appreciate you as others might. You're a delight to know and be with, Hythlodaeus."
His kisses trail from lips to jaw to neck and collarbone before he bothers attempting to take his friend's hand and step away. "I believe there's a spacious shower in this room. Might you allow me the pleasure of getting you clean again?"