[Perhaps it should have been expected, that a vulnerability would inevitably arise from something like this--when it's happening between the two of them, men burdened with strange hangings as they both are. But it's one thing to objectively know this, and rather another thing entirely to discover this, as they mutually do now. --This is not a sort of hesitation Luocha has ever had need to exercise before, and in this moment he's still...not sure, if it's right. That the answers Blade so clearly seeks, in that glance, should remain unspoken in the end--by that part of him that still, even now, cannot yet bear to bring them to surface. Not to anyone--not even to Blade. Not here, not yet.
(So when will he, then? He doesn't know. When one gets accustomed to keeping an iron grip upon something--your fingers freeze, eventually. You forget how to open them again.)
No, it really shouldn't be as much of a relief as it is. When Blade doesn't object after all, in the end, and doesn't pull away either. A kindness he certainly didn't have to exercise--or perhaps it is more of a compromise. Either way...]
Thank you. [Softly sighed, over Blade's shoulder, as the latter man draws close once more and those hands resume paring away at the rest of his clothes. --There is a debt that will need repayment now, here. And if it could be at least partially repaid with this--with rendering himself pliant, under Blade's hands, and giving him that which he's clearly seeking--then Luocha is more than content to offer him at least that much. Head tilting to give those wandering lips further access to his neck once more, frame shifting to press up into the trailing heat of Blade's palms. When callused fingertips start playing over his nipples--it's an electric jolt of sensation, tantalizingly just short of not enough; Luocha shudders, the hand on Blade's back lightly digging nails into skin, while the other curves over his hip, curling into the hem of his pants.
It's not quite a moan that leaves his lips over the shell of Blade's ear. Yet. But there's surely a tremble in his breath, and a huskier undertone of something like need, in the words that follow in barely over a murmur.]
You don't...need to be gentle. If you're holding back. I want--mm-- [Another slow circle rubbed, another jolt of sensation, another soft gasp of sound. Luocha arches into the touch, the heat, and like this he can already almost forget the heavy pause of earlier. In lieu of the need to have Blade closer, in every way possible--]
[ It is a compromise for the time being, but at the end of the day, Luocha owes him nothing. Neither of them owes the other anything. Blade is more than okay with what they decide to share, which will happen at whatever pace they prefer. It's the same courtesy that he expects from the other man, and he's sure that Luocha wouldn't have any protests regarding it. He knows this, and yet a part of him can't help but wonder anyway. It's the only downside to this arrangement. When curiousity has been sparked, it's difficult to smother the flames, even more so when you have nothing to turn it into ash.
But the murmured gratitude is all he needs to know that he did the right thing.
He continues to lavish the perky nub with so much attention, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the one he'd already been stimulating to feel how it grows hard under his touch. The noises coming from Luocha are doing things to him, too; he isn't coming out of this entirely unaffected even while he remains uninterrupted with what his ministrations. Maybe it isn't fair, but it takes way more than how delicious Luocha sounds to perturb him. He's sure the other man might see that as a challenge, and that alone is exciting enough. ]
I'll be as rough as you want.
[ His voice is low, murmured against heated skin. He moves his mouth lower from where he's left marks all over Luocha's neck to have his tongue lick at the hard nub. A tentative action that's more teasing than curious, because he can already tell just by what he did earlier how sensitive Luocha is. ]
But going slow is driving you crazier, isn't it?
[ He's not playing fair anymore, not with how slowly he starts to suck. His teeth nibbles lightly, testing which actions will draw out those pretty sounds once again. ]
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(So when will he, then? He doesn't know. When one gets accustomed to keeping an iron grip upon something--your fingers freeze, eventually. You forget how to open them again.)
No, it really shouldn't be as much of a relief as it is. When Blade doesn't object after all, in the end, and doesn't pull away either. A kindness he certainly didn't have to exercise--or perhaps it is more of a compromise. Either way...]
Thank you. [Softly sighed, over Blade's shoulder, as the latter man draws close once more and those hands resume paring away at the rest of his clothes. --There is a debt that will need repayment now, here. And if it could be at least partially repaid with this--with rendering himself pliant, under Blade's hands, and giving him that which he's clearly seeking--then Luocha is more than content to offer him at least that much. Head tilting to give those wandering lips further access to his neck once more, frame shifting to press up into the trailing heat of Blade's palms. When callused fingertips start playing over his nipples--it's an electric jolt of sensation, tantalizingly just short of not enough; Luocha shudders, the hand on Blade's back lightly digging nails into skin, while the other curves over his hip, curling into the hem of his pants.
It's not quite a moan that leaves his lips over the shell of Blade's ear. Yet. But there's surely a tremble in his breath, and a huskier undertone of something like need, in the words that follow in barely over a murmur.]
You don't...need to be gentle. If you're holding back. I want--mm-- [Another slow circle rubbed, another jolt of sensation, another soft gasp of sound. Luocha arches into the touch, the heat, and like this he can already almost forget the heavy pause of earlier. In lieu of the need to have Blade closer, in every way possible--]
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But the murmured gratitude is all he needs to know that he did the right thing.
He continues to lavish the perky nub with so much attention, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the one he'd already been stimulating to feel how it grows hard under his touch. The noises coming from Luocha are doing things to him, too; he isn't coming out of this entirely unaffected even while he remains uninterrupted with what his ministrations. Maybe it isn't fair, but it takes way more than how delicious Luocha sounds to perturb him. He's sure the other man might see that as a challenge, and that alone is exciting enough. ]
I'll be as rough as you want.
[ His voice is low, murmured against heated skin. He moves his mouth lower from where he's left marks all over Luocha's neck to have his tongue lick at the hard nub. A tentative action that's more teasing than curious, because he can already tell just by what he did earlier how sensitive Luocha is. ]
But going slow is driving you crazier, isn't it?
[ He's not playing fair anymore, not with how slowly he starts to suck. His teeth nibbles lightly, testing which actions will draw out those pretty sounds once again. ]