[Huaisang makes soft, appreciative noises as they kiss, growing steadily louder as Chris pushes forward. His lips part willingly, his own tongue flicking at Chris' to tease and invite and then ducking back into his mouth, luring Chris to pursue.
Melting increasingly into the kiss, Huaisang's hands slide up to Chris's shoulders, hips sliding a little closer to press their torsos together. He's hardening quickly as they kiss, desire rising, and he starts to tug at Chris's shirt, fingers wandering back down as he starts tugging Chris's shirt free of his waistband.]
[Huaisang isn't particularly heavy and bandy muscle in his chest, abdomen and shoulders is certainly enough to sit up further, his hands bracing on the other man to keep him close as he does. Even if it required a bit of a magical boost, he could likely pick him up. A tempting thought, maybe for later.
For now, he sacrifices the hold he has to work the fastenings of his vest and shuck it off his shoulders so it's no longer in the way when it's time for his shirt to meet a similar fate.
Once his hands are free again, they return to Huaisang's sides and trail up to his chest. With more than a little reluctance, he pulls back far enough to smile against his companion's lips.]
May I ask you show me how to undress you further? I would like to see your lovely skin, but not at the sacrifice of your outfit.
[That could also be a fun game at times, but the fabric was too rich to suffer a harsh fate from ignorant fingers instead of intention.]
[Nodding as he licks his lips and sits back, Huaisang sheds his mantle first, folding it deftly and putting it aside. Then he draws his fingers up his own side, stopping at the subtle tie fastening the garment together beneath one arm. He releases that, drawing the garment open, and then there's another garment beneath, this tie on the opposite side. Once all of that is gone, the three primary layers of his robe, Huaisang's down to a gauzy, thin pair of what looks like pajamas, again with dainty little ties to hold it all together. He settles back into Chris' lap, guiding his fingers to one of those ties in order to encourage him.] This isn't even my most complicated outfit.
[Huaisang has his full attention, both for the instruction and the careful display inherent in it. His fingers follow up where guided to carefully undo the ties.]
Perhaps one day I will have the luxury of seeing that outfit and the privilege of discovering how to remove it from you.
[He'd had practice with some especially complicated woman's clothing through the years of living at the brothel and helping out there, but rarely did men's clothing seem to have such intricacies. It was fascinating and frankly, beautiful.
As was the man revealed beneath the layers as Chris works.
Once he's able, calloused fingers graze over Huaisang's chest and he leans in to press his lips to the other man's throat.]
Am I allowed to leave a small measure of marks? I could heal them later, if you'd rather...or simply offer sweet softness, as you like.
[Huaisang laughs a little, surprised and delighted that Chris wants to learn the intricacies of his more complex wardrobe.] It's usually my hair that's complicated, not my clothing. I like both to be glamorous, of course. But modern gowns with zippers often take only one step to put on.
[There are some marks already existing, tributes from Huaisang's more possessive and demonstrative partners. Even though he heals swiftly, his partners still very much enjoy covering him with love bites anew every few days.] Yes. Go ahead. Though, as you can see, you've got a bit of competition when it comes to claiming me with marks.
['Gowns with zippers' catches in his mind, but it's easy to let go, there were plenty of men who seemed to like the feeling and look of feminine clothing and Chris' hangups had no more place in this room, especially that one. Better to offer something kinder.]
Your hair is lovely too, but I'd no sooner mess it without permission than your clothing.
[He leans in to press a few, gentle, kisses along Huaisang's neck and down to the junction at the shoulder. He kisses the skin and the other bruises there as he goes before finding a place to suck at the skin and leave his own behind. He kisses that spot as well and looks back up at his companion.]
Luckily, I've never known the taste of jealousy, but it's sure to be nowhere near as sweet as your skin.
[He kisses another mark on the other side of Huaisang's neck.]
In fact, I'd sooner leave these as silent messages to your other lovers: a quiet conversation of appreciation mapped on your body.
[Huaisang gasps with pleasure at the kiss, moaning as Chris' lips latch on to his skin to leave a mark. Desire spikes through his blood in response and he grinds forward, pressing a little closer against Chris in his yearning for more.]
What a romantic you are. [It's said admiringly: Huaisang thinks that a romantic is a wonderful thing to be.] That's a beautiful sentiment. I love it.
[Nuzzling lightly at Chris' jaw, Huaisang presses a few kisses along the side of it, so gentle as to be almost a tease.] Most of them are from my submissive Javert. Do you know him?
[That feels like disconnected static in his mind. A romantic? Him? That didn't seem right, he was a poor fool for words not political and poorer company for those who wanted idle intimacy as Huaisang had uncovered, but he's too far invested in the feeling of the man in his lap to let the disconnect stick. It didn't matter as much as simply lavishing attention on his companion. This time, in the form of his hands sliding along Huaisang's thighs and up to settle at his hips while he leans just that little bit back to give room for those gentle kisses.]
I don't have the pleasure, I'm afraid. As much as I enjoy certain company, I don't get out nearly as much as I should.
[He gives a small roll of his hips up so his hardening interest can be felt. One of his hands slips further up, along stomach and chest to one of Huaisang's nipples to play and tease.]
What sort of message ought I leave for him to find, you think? Or are there any you'd like I leave for you? It is your body and your say how gentle I ought be in my attentions.
He also does not get out much. Though he does work at the Scratch as head of security, so you may see him there. He hates fun, so if you see lots of people having fun and one man at the edges looking like the festivities are a personal affront, that's my Javert.
[Huaisang's lips quirk, amused. He's found the boundaries of Javert's weaknesses for fun and humor, and he enjoys making his betrothed squirm a bit from pleasure and luxury.]
For him, you should leave marks that show reverence and appreciation. He would be glad to know that I have been worshiped. For me, I am most sensitive along my neck and down the length of my spine.
[Chris' smile turns warm at the description, the gentle prodding acknowledgement of attributes that might be seen as negative while speaking of them with suck affection...there was certainly no doubt in Chris' mind that Hauisang was in love. Perhaps simply through his knack for reading people or perhaps...from a certain more personal understanding. Either way, it's lovely and Chris' lips turn gentle along Huaisang's skin.]
I can do that.
[He presses his lips to skin, kissing and nipping lightly before working a slow, thorough, mark against Huaisang's shoulder. His hands, however, shift again: one still bracing a hip while the other reaches back to trace along the other man's lower back.
When his first mark is set, he kisses it and pulls back to murmur against it.]
What might be to your tastes, lovely? I could pet and stroke and take my time, or I could press kisses to your spine as I've got you bent, could lay you out on this couch and reign worship along your skin until I've got you in my mouth...I'm at your disposal and those are not nearly all the options.
[Huaisang gasps at the touch of Chris' lips, whining a little with need as he latches on to make a mark. His hips stir, grinding down against Chris as he presses closer, greedy for more.]
Chris. Ah! [It's hard to think when all those options sound so lovely, and Huaisang's head is spinning from the bliss of Chris suckling against his skin. The light caresses at the small of his back make him shiver, lashes fluttering.]
Mm--the... that all sounds wonderful. The... kisses. On my spine. With some nice ravishing.
[He sucks a final mark into Huaisang's shoulder, then pulls off with an almost sweet kiss to the same spot. He flashes a playful smile to the other man as warning before his arms hook around the other man's thighs, hands tight on his ass as Chris uses a bit of his enhanced strength to simply deadlift the other man and stand up.]
First thing's first, the rest of that clothing has no place here anymore.
[Despite the display of strength, Chris sets Huaisang down gently, a hand shifting up to cup the back of his neck as he sets him back onto the couch and splayed out for Chris to begin diligently removing the rest of his companion's outfit.]
[Huaisang gasps, delighted and impressed as Chris lifts him so easily. He makes a pleased little noise as he's laid down gently, and helps to lift and arch as Chris strips off the last of his clothing. Beneath it, he has a silvery waist chain and a winding anklet in addition to his earrings and his gold wedding band.
Spreading his legs coyly, Huaisang smiles up at Chris, all sweet invitation. His small cock is hard and eager, straining upward.] What about your clothing?
[Chris' fingertips trace lightly over new skin reveled and briefly along the line of that chain, a lovely addition to the beautiful picture Huaisang makes.]
In a moment, I think you'll find I'm a little distracted.
[He flashes a smirk up at Huaisang, but does take a moment to slip out of his shirt and sash still tied about him. There's noticeable definition to his muscles in his arms and chest and a semi circle of circular scars decorates his front and back, but he doesn't leave much time for looking.
His hands return to trace up the other man's legs with reverence due and Chris leans down to kiss one hip, then the other, then oh-so-softly a final one pressed to the tip of that lovely cock.
Green eyes glance up from under his lashes and he runs his tongue lightly along the slit where he'd just kissed.]
A good ravishing deserves through attention given, I think.
[Which is his method of warning before taking Huaisang's cock deep into his mouth, nearly to the back of his throat.]
[Huaisang makes an appreciative sound at the sight of those strong muscles, but then he's very thoroughly distracted by Chris' hands and mouth. His eyes widen with delight at each of those soft kisses, at the playfulness of Chris' glance, and then he gives a whoop of pleasure as Chris takes him in.
Huaisang makes for an easy mouthful, just about four inches fully erect, which means he can let himself not worry about choking anyone as he grinds up, whining with need to be taken fully into Chris' warm mouth.] Ah! Please. Feels good.
[An easy mouthful is a nice change of pace. Chris enjoys choking on cock, he'd practiced at it until he could manage Lux's impressive length easily, but fact remained he simply enjoyed the act no matter what. Having a lover unconcerned with the rolls of their hips and the signs of their need was heady and Chris moans around Huaisang's length.
A hand curls under the curve of his ass to keep him pressed in close against Chris' lips while the cleric's other hand comes up as well with far less innocent intentions.
A flare of idle magic has his fingers slicked and Chris teases along the rim of Huaisang's entrance a moment, finger dipping in just slightly to catch the edge.
A few moe moments of teasing and Chris' tongue laves along the slit of the other man's length just as his finger finally presses in to dig deep.]
[Huaisang gives a keen of need at the caress to his rim, grinding into the touch with shameless desire. It turns into a cry as Chris' tongue teases the sensitive head of his cock while his finger plunges inside. Huaisang's head throws back, long hair splaying around him, and his cock gives a little spasm, spattering a few drops of precome against Chris' tongue.] Ah! Please. Please please. I want you. Chris.
[Chris pulls off Huaisang's cock as his finger works inside him, though a second one joins in soon enough. He could have patience, draw things out a long time..but that didn't seem to be what either of them wanted. Still, they'd not talked enough to go straight for something rough, Chris would be a gentleman for now. Rough could come later.
He presses a kiss to Huaisang's hip.]
Patience, lovely. I'll not have you hurt by rushing, just sore from driving force.
Unless...
[He runs the flat of his tongue up along Huaisang's cock as his fingers press in as deep as he can.]
I could exaust you. Have you come in my mouth and take you for more...what do you think?
Mhm, [Huaisang agrees, eager, then moans as Chris distracts him further with tongue and fingers. He arches up off the couch, whining with need.] Yes. Please.
I love... I love being overwhelmed. Fucked through one orgasm and into the next.
[He takes Huaisang back into his mouth, tongue and lips working along the shaft and occasionally joined by a scrape of teeth.
His fingers work steadily as well, two turning to three that press and stretch his companion as wide as he can work him. He wants to be buried in him so badly...but he has a deep well of patience and he holds to it as he works the lovely body beneath him.]
[Huaisang whines with need as Chris takes him in again, surrounding him with a flood of sensations. He lifts his hips desperately, trying to take Chris's fingers deeper, to push further into his mouth, mind wiped of anything but need and pleasure.]
Please, [he begs again, barely coherent, and then cries out as ecstasy overwhelms him and he spills himself without warning, body spasming as he comes.] Chris!
[Chris hums gently for the sound of his name off those pretty lips and continues to suck at Huaisang until he's swallowed down every drop he can get. His hand pulls from tight heat under the distraction of orgasm and makes quick work of unfastening and lowering Chris' pants so he could smooth what slick remains on his fingers over his cock.]
Absolutely perfect. [He offers when he lets the cock in his mouth free. He smirks and leans up to kiss the other man's stomach.] But I'm not yet through with you, am I?
[Huaisang said overwhelmed and Chris intends to deliver. A little extra strength has Chris grabbing the other man's hips and flipping him over to his stomach so he can deliver the promised kisses up Huaisang's spine.
As he works his way up, Chris takes hold of his length to press against his companion's rim; a small warning and pause in case he needs to stop or wait, but if none is forthcoming, Chris presses deep and unyielding into Huaisang's body.]
[Huaisang whines at the loss of Chris' fingers and then his mouth in such quick succession, even with the sweet kiss to soothe him. He's still spinning with orgasm, barely lucid, but he still yelps when he's flipped over, and then giggles dazedly.
Relaxing happily into the kisses up his spine, Huaisang makes a few soft noises, folding his arms to pillow under his cheek and eyes closing with bliss.
The nudge of Chris' cock makes Huaisang's eyes go wide again, all scandalized delight for a moment and then a moan as Chris slides deep inside of him, lighting up all of the nerves that were only just starting to settle down. He gives a few more gasping little cries, completely incapable of shaping words of any kind, but his hips lift a little toward Chris, seeking more even though he's already overwhelmed.]
[Huaisang gladly complies, unable to stop his gasps and moans as Chris moves inside of him, filling him and praising him.
He makes the softest little sound of pleasure at the gentle kiss, but then gasps again as Chris starts fucking harder and faster into him.]
Chris, [he begs, dazed with pleasure and crying out at each of those deep, intense thrusts. Wiggling a little as he tries to seek more of that pleasure, Huaisang curls his own hand gently around Chris' arm on his chest, keeping it there with sweet possessiveness.] Chris!
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Melting increasingly into the kiss, Huaisang's hands slide up to Chris's shoulders, hips sliding a little closer to press their torsos together. He's hardening quickly as they kiss, desire rising, and he starts to tug at Chris's shirt, fingers wandering back down as he starts tugging Chris's shirt free of his waistband.]
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For now, he sacrifices the hold he has to work the fastenings of his vest and shuck it off his shoulders so it's no longer in the way when it's time for his shirt to meet a similar fate.
Once his hands are free again, they return to Huaisang's sides and trail up to his chest. With more than a little reluctance, he pulls back far enough to smile against his companion's lips.]
May I ask you show me how to undress you further? I would like to see your lovely skin, but not at the sacrifice of your outfit.
[That could also be a fun game at times, but the fabric was too rich to suffer a harsh fate from ignorant fingers instead of intention.]
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Perhaps one day I will have the luxury of seeing that outfit and the privilege of discovering how to remove it from you.
[He'd had practice with some especially complicated woman's clothing through the years of living at the brothel and helping out there, but rarely did men's clothing seem to have such intricacies. It was fascinating and frankly, beautiful.
As was the man revealed beneath the layers as Chris works.
Once he's able, calloused fingers graze over Huaisang's chest and he leans in to press his lips to the other man's throat.]
Am I allowed to leave a small measure of marks? I could heal them later, if you'd rather...or simply offer sweet softness, as you like.
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[There are some marks already existing, tributes from Huaisang's more possessive and demonstrative partners. Even though he heals swiftly, his partners still very much enjoy covering him with love bites anew every few days.] Yes. Go ahead. Though, as you can see, you've got a bit of competition when it comes to claiming me with marks.
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Your hair is lovely too, but I'd no sooner mess it without permission than your clothing.
[He leans in to press a few, gentle, kisses along Huaisang's neck and down to the junction at the shoulder. He kisses the skin and the other bruises there as he goes before finding a place to suck at the skin and leave his own behind. He kisses that spot as well and looks back up at his companion.]
Luckily, I've never known the taste of jealousy, but it's sure to be nowhere near as sweet as your skin.
[He kisses another mark on the other side of Huaisang's neck.]
In fact, I'd sooner leave these as silent messages to your other lovers: a quiet conversation of appreciation mapped on your body.
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What a romantic you are. [It's said admiringly: Huaisang thinks that a romantic is a wonderful thing to be.] That's a beautiful sentiment. I love it.
[Nuzzling lightly at Chris' jaw, Huaisang presses a few kisses along the side of it, so gentle as to be almost a tease.] Most of them are from my submissive Javert. Do you know him?
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I don't have the pleasure, I'm afraid. As much as I enjoy certain company, I don't get out nearly as much as I should.
[He gives a small roll of his hips up so his hardening interest can be felt. One of his hands slips further up, along stomach and chest to one of Huaisang's nipples to play and tease.]
What sort of message ought I leave for him to find, you think? Or are there any you'd like I leave for you? It is your body and your say how gentle I ought be in my attentions.
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[Huaisang's lips quirk, amused. He's found the boundaries of Javert's weaknesses for fun and humor, and he enjoys making his betrothed squirm a bit from pleasure and luxury.]
For him, you should leave marks that show reverence and appreciation. He would be glad to know that I have been worshiped. For me, I am most sensitive along my neck and down the length of my spine.
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I can do that.
[He presses his lips to skin, kissing and nipping lightly before working a slow, thorough, mark against Huaisang's shoulder. His hands, however, shift again: one still bracing a hip while the other reaches back to trace along the other man's lower back.
When his first mark is set, he kisses it and pulls back to murmur against it.]
What might be to your tastes, lovely? I could pet and stroke and take my time, or I could press kisses to your spine as I've got you bent, could lay you out on this couch and reign worship along your skin until I've got you in my mouth...I'm at your disposal and those are not nearly all the options.
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Chris. Ah! [It's hard to think when all those options sound so lovely, and Huaisang's head is spinning from the bliss of Chris suckling against his skin. The light caresses at the small of his back make him shiver, lashes fluttering.]
Mm--the... that all sounds wonderful. The... kisses. On my spine. With some nice ravishing.
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Nice ravishing, hm? I think I can manage that.
[He sucks a final mark into Huaisang's shoulder, then pulls off with an almost sweet kiss to the same spot. He flashes a playful smile to the other man as warning before his arms hook around the other man's thighs, hands tight on his ass as Chris uses a bit of his enhanced strength to simply deadlift the other man and stand up.]
First thing's first, the rest of that clothing has no place here anymore.
[Despite the display of strength, Chris sets Huaisang down gently, a hand shifting up to cup the back of his neck as he sets him back onto the couch and splayed out for Chris to begin diligently removing the rest of his companion's outfit.]
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Spreading his legs coyly, Huaisang smiles up at Chris, all sweet invitation. His small cock is hard and eager, straining upward.] What about your clothing?
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In a moment, I think you'll find I'm a little distracted.
[He flashes a smirk up at Huaisang, but does take a moment to slip out of his shirt and sash still tied about him. There's noticeable definition to his muscles in his arms and chest and a semi circle of circular scars decorates his front and back, but he doesn't leave much time for looking.
His hands return to trace up the other man's legs with reverence due and Chris leans down to kiss one hip, then the other, then oh-so-softly a final one pressed to the tip of that lovely cock.
Green eyes glance up from under his lashes and he runs his tongue lightly along the slit where he'd just kissed.]
A good ravishing deserves through attention given, I think.
[Which is his method of warning before taking Huaisang's cock deep into his mouth, nearly to the back of his throat.]
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Huaisang makes for an easy mouthful, just about four inches fully erect, which means he can let himself not worry about choking anyone as he grinds up, whining with need to be taken fully into Chris' warm mouth.] Ah! Please. Feels good.
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A hand curls under the curve of his ass to keep him pressed in close against Chris' lips while the cleric's other hand comes up as well with far less innocent intentions.
A flare of idle magic has his fingers slicked and Chris teases along the rim of Huaisang's entrance a moment, finger dipping in just slightly to catch the edge.
A few moe moments of teasing and Chris' tongue laves along the slit of the other man's length just as his finger finally presses in to dig deep.]
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He presses a kiss to Huaisang's hip.]
Patience, lovely. I'll not have you hurt by rushing, just sore from driving force.
Unless...
[He runs the flat of his tongue up along Huaisang's cock as his fingers press in as deep as he can.]
I could exaust you. Have you come in my mouth and take you for more...what do you think?
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I love... I love being overwhelmed. Fucked through one orgasm and into the next.
I need you. Please, Chris. Please.
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As you like, beautiful.
[He takes Huaisang back into his mouth, tongue and lips working along the shaft and occasionally joined by a scrape of teeth.
His fingers work steadily as well, two turning to three that press and stretch his companion as wide as he can work him. He wants to be buried in him so badly...but he has a deep well of patience and he holds to it as he works the lovely body beneath him.]
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Please, [he begs again, barely coherent, and then cries out as ecstasy overwhelms him and he spills himself without warning, body spasming as he comes.] Chris!
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Absolutely perfect. [He offers when he lets the cock in his mouth free. He smirks and leans up to kiss the other man's stomach.] But I'm not yet through with you, am I?
[Huaisang said overwhelmed and Chris intends to deliver. A little extra strength has Chris grabbing the other man's hips and flipping him over to his stomach so he can deliver the promised kisses up Huaisang's spine.
As he works his way up, Chris takes hold of his length to press against his companion's rim; a small warning and pause in case he needs to stop or wait, but if none is forthcoming, Chris presses deep and unyielding into Huaisang's body.]
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Relaxing happily into the kisses up his spine, Huaisang makes a few soft noises, folding his arms to pillow under his cheek and eyes closing with bliss.
The nudge of Chris' cock makes Huaisang's eyes go wide again, all scandalized delight for a moment and then a moan as Chris slides deep inside of him, lighting up all of the nerves that were only just starting to settle down. He gives a few more gasping little cries, completely incapable of shaping words of any kind, but his hips lift a little toward Chris, seeking more even though he's already overwhelmed.]
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He sits up and a little back to watch how Huaisang stretches round him as Chris’ hips take up a small pace.]
So gorgeous, how you open up on my cock. You’ve a sweet song in the sounds you make.
[ He leans forward again, arching over the other man to curl an arm under Huaisang’s chest as his other hand grasps a hip tight.]
I wonder what other songs you’ll sing for me.
[A kiss falls on the back of Huaisang’s neck, sweet and gentle to contrast how Chris’ pace picks up sharply, his thrusts hard and deep. ]
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He makes the softest little sound of pleasure at the gentle kiss, but then gasps again as Chris starts fucking harder and faster into him.]
Chris, [he begs, dazed with pleasure and crying out at each of those deep, intense thrusts. Wiggling a little as he tries to seek more of that pleasure, Huaisang curls his own hand gently around Chris' arm on his chest, keeping it there with sweet possessiveness.] Chris!
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