[ his breath catches as baptiste's fingers find his nipple and twist, causing him to throw his head back a little, teeth gritting somewhat into more of a grin than anything else. feeling himself so warmly pressed inside has him breathing deeply in and out, hips pressing upwards to just grind a little inside of him while he still has the chance to. it's true, eiden is no showman. he's here to deliver pleasure - but that being said. he's no slouch when it comes to learning. and it's clear by the glimmer in his eyes that he's more than willing to play by baptiste's rules.
he's never been one to wait, but he could certainly be persuaded, especially with such clever, warm hands slipping down to brush his sac. he whimpers a little, shifting his legs somewhat as he braces himself up on an elbow with pupils blown wide. ]
Far be it from me... [ as he tries to keep his breath steady, tries not to let his voice crack ] ... not to... indulge... lemme take you there then...
[ the flush from the warm, citrus taste still in the back of his throat, the heat rolling in his throat as he fumbles to slide a hand along baptiste's side, to drag nails lightly down his ribs as he sits up in the lounge further. both his hands are free enough that he can drag them over the planes of baptiste's chest, fondling him, exploring him, taking his nipples between his knuckles and pulling before lowering his mouth. his arms go around him in an embrace, drawing him closer.
if a little bit of drool slides from his lips, well, he can't help it. the essence in him ratchets up and everything is wet - his cock dribbling with a warm substance that feels almost electrifyingly good to anyone who might be a little magic sensitive, and from where baptiste cups him, he can feel a little slick liquid coating his fingers, the scent on the air of something sweet.
eiden, for all intents and purposes, is truly human at his core. but he knows his time in klein has changed him. he fastens his mouth over one of baptiste's nipples, laves his tongue flat over the plane of his chest, on display for him like a feast, before sucking hard at one of those beautiful little buds, teeth scraping skin as he plays at it with his tongue - circles it, pokes and nudges, then laves again. ]
Hah... [ licking his lips as he pulls back before darting in to suck again, this time with more vigor, eyes fluttering shut as he lets a hand roam downwards to stroke his abdomen, to drag down his hip and squeeze his thigh warmly, tugging him closer to settle, to sit down and let him tend to him. ]
[That initial little grind is almost too good to stop. It is only his stubborn commitment to drawing out a show from them both that keeps him from telling Eiden to fuck him for all the beach to hear. To change the nature of this show is tempting yet...
From the way Eiden's breath hitches as he attempts to patiently wait - Baptiste knows he's on the right track. He smirks down at the other, free hand shifting to touch and tease at oiled flesh. His fingers slide to the side table to dip into more of the oil from earlier - allowing it to drip onto the other's flesh. It is a glimmering, slick mess as it travels downward - but Baptiste enjoys the utter indulgence of watching the fluid drip down the dips and curves of the smaller man's body. Baptiste finds himself shuddering with a sense of satisfaction at the sight - causing his insides to clamp down on the cock inside. His own fingers find some of the pooling oil before using it to massage the other man's balls.
In time, this touch of coaxing worship of the other's features devolves into Baptiste reaching up and cupping Eiden's face. Caressing it. Spoiling him with a praise-filled touch as Eiden's hand dutifully explore his body.]
Ah, that's it. What a good man- [Baptiste chuckles. He idly considers pressing his fingers into Eiden's mouth - yet the man below him makes the first move. The embrace shifts his weight on the other's cock. Baptiste lets out a soft, breathless moan with the new angle, coaxed to sit as Eiden suckles at his chest. A pink flush begins to dust over Baptiste's shoulders and face, as if his whole body were beginning to blush under the lavish attention.
And Baptiste loves every moment of it. While the man would say he is 'magic inept' - the pull of Eiden's essence does tug at the more latent magic in Baptiste's very blood. His pulse races. His own pupils dilate as his mouth hangs open. A deep warmth already beginning to blossom in his gut as the shifting of his weight causes a trace of hot liquid to slip down his thighs. Pre-cum collects as a glimmering pearl at the tip of his own prick.
His hips shift despite himself as he moves to catch his breath. The idly, teasing palm he's been giving Eiden turns more purposeful. As if he were preparing to milk every drop out of the man.]
[ the massage earns all kinds of sounds of the eager persuasion from eiden, his body shivering as he laves opened mouthed against baptiste's nipples like a man starved. his eyes are warm and slightly glazed over with the continuous touching of his sac as he squirms inside of him, wanting to thrust but settling for rocking inside of him with each little aborted motion.
maybe he likes being called "good" at least it shows by the look in his eyes - how his pupils fatten, dark and wide as he licks and nips his way up his collarbone, savoring and tasting the heat of his skin with bliss. ]
Nnngh... you feel so hot... inside... perfect for me... hah...
[ he gropes his waist hungrily, seeking his mouth again with a growl, wanting to thrust away but remaining good, knowing he needs to work for it. every touch to his balls gains another new, mounting sound, a desperate mewl or a soft swear. inevitably, a hand might find baptiste's hair, sliding through from the nape and grabbing for a bit of a tease, a tug as he playfully jerks his hips up, gives the showman a bounce in his lap.
[The lavish attention to his chest is heightened by that tang of citrus that still lingers in Baptiste's mouth. Each hot, wet suckle or lap of the tongue another pang of heat against already heated flesh. Baptiste's jaw dropping as a haze of delight wraps itself around him. The blossoming heat in his gut is not one to be ignored.
A cool droplet of sweat drips down his back just as Eiden's mouth finds his once again. A more feral, desperate connection this time. It couples with a tug to his hair that causes Baptiste's head to lull backward into the touch.
A man enamored with the worship each of these prolonged little touches give.
Is it any wonder that he lets a too-loud call of Eiden's name with that jerk of Eiden's hips? The other's cock buries itself deeper inside of him and Baptiste's body twitches. Desperate. Hungry. A slick, messy vessel of sordid desire.
His patience snaps.]
Eiden- Eiden, fuck me- [The hand that had been teasing the other man's sac slips to try and find better purchase at the man's hips below him. Baptiste's own hips rock desperately against the cock inside of him. A heavy, clipped moan follows.] Nngow... Now!
[ his teeth bite down hard against his collarbone, impulse as he hears his name, and when they kiss, eiden's mouth is both soft and receptive, but just as eager to dominate, tongue exchanging a pass with his, licking hungrily into his mouth with hand still tangled in blonde hair. he gasps at the full-body twitch, the hunger, the heat.
as their lips part, hands grasping his hips, he can feel it, the needy slide of their bodies. eiden's hands search for stability, one on baptiste's thigh, the other curling an arm around his waist as he looks at him with heavily-lidded eyes, a hungry smile on his lips. baptiste rocks with him and he draws him in close. a heel braced, he pushes his hips up to meet him flush now, once, twice, then a steady rhythm as he drinks in every sound, the look on his face that he wants to commit to memory. ]
Hah... that's it... there you go...
[ he draws them more than easily into rhythm, frantic, hungry, desperate, spurred on both by the heat of this man - exhuberent, bright - and the tingling of the sweet fruit on his tongue. of course he fucks him, of course he does precisely as he's told because as far as he's concerned, a man like this deserves a warm welcome to this hell of a place.
he draws him down as he returns to reclining again, only because it means he can use his hips more, rolling them sensually to a deep grind inside of baptiste as that hand on his hip rakes upwards to frame his pectoral and massage slowly, thumb cresting a nipple again to play with it, tugging, teasing. ]
[There is an intoxication that comes with the building of heat inside him. Essence resonates within his blood, teasing out the very traces of magic that lie dormant within. It's a magic that has kept Baptiste's hanging to his mortal coil by a thread many times, and yet awakens only so much as to add its healing heat to the mix of sensation.
Baptiste only vaguely registers that something about Eiden makes him an astounding lay. His own flesh radiates this lively heat as a promising kiss to the other man's skin. Every shift, every connection, every brush sends another spark through Baptiste's body as his own pleasure swells and threatens to spill over with each thrust.
His tongue runs over his own bottom lip before he lets out another loud moan. A breathless string where words should've been, yet the other's cock plunging into him seems to rob the showman of his words.
Eiden wants to hear you-
A moment of clarity despite another roll of hips and the soothing tease of a chest thoroughly teased and oh-so sensitive. A bruising hold on Eiden's hips as Baptiste presses his body downward to meet that grind. The semblance of control helps him to regain his footing as his head lulls to the side. He stares down at Eiden with lust-filled eyes and flushed cheeks. Blonde hair has begun to stick to his sweat-kissed face - and his smile breaks only for another vocalization-]
Yes- Fuck me just like that- [A gasp of a command before his eyes drift with another thrust that strikes at a spot that causes his entire body to jerk. One hand reaches to rest at the side of his own face - a desperate move to keep himself in some sliver of control here.] And touch my cock-
[ he groans out just as the other seems to try and steady himself. he does want to hear him, every sound he can make, each whisper of noise past his lips, which he pulls him in closer to capture his mouth with his own, a hungry kiss that nips at his lip here and there to be let inside with a slide of his tongue.
his fingers climb upwards, around him to slide into his hair, threading it through his knuckles before gripping tightly. he keeps his eyes on him, trying to read if that's alright as he lets the other hand slide over baptiste's hip, groping at his ass with an exploratory spread of fingers, kneading back up to let his fingertips glide lightly along his cock. he shifts, stroking down the underside of it with his thumb.
every touch he keeps deliberate, just shy of "not enough" to wring a little more out of him, only tightening for a moment, giving him just what he wants there for all of moments before pulling back. this, as he measures out his thrusts, shifting a heel to brace himself a bit more and thrust steadily. ]
Since you asked so nicely... now get a little louder for me, hm?
I return from my own mini-hiatus! Thanks for patience! <3
[Each rock of their bodies sends another rolling wave of pleasure through Baptiste's body. The kisses on his side become increasingly sloppy - a hum interrupting a twirl of tongues or a spit-slick lips slipping from the throes of a kiss to give in to the nibbles Eiden offers.
When his hair is grabbed, Baptiste lets out a wanton moan that replaces the next (bratty) command to fall from his mouth. His head shifts with the hold; his wandering eyes catching a searching look from Eiden. The return of a sharp smirk twitches at his features - a twitch in time with another deep thrust.
He's beyond fine with this: devoted to the image of a good show even as the other draws out any sense he has left. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, a sheen of sweat glistening over his flesh - he knows he's certainly a sight to behold-
And then Eiden strokes his cock and the haughtiness melts into something far more shameless. His chest quivers with a gasped breath as fingers and palm tease out a tapestry of moans and something far more incoherently French. The well of pleasure unfurls in his gut as a delicious, familiar heat builds to its peak- The drawl of syllables is brought to a sudden halt when the other pulls back. A gasp. A breathless "Ah, bastard-" that is dripping with stunned adoration.
His cock twitches; the tight coil of pleasure balanced precariously on the edge. His hips buck, grinding into the other's cock as if he could upset Eiden's rhythm and bring himself to completion anyway.
An play made in vain, as the new angle just reminds his body desperately that he has yet to come. He lets out a groan, loud and almost desperately compliant.] Yes, fuck- I will, I will so fill me up...! Eiden-!
[ ohhhhh well first of all, the velvety tones of what eiden can only assume is his mother tongue. his eyes flutter a little before he swears his eyes are only full for the other. his vigor is only renewed now, bracing to thrust deeply into him over and over, his breath canting in time enough to match the other's.
eiden kisses him hungrily, licks into his sweet mouth between his words. if there is one thing he truly enjoys beyond sex itself, it's the pressing and pushing of lips, the trading of skin sweat slick and noses buried against eager faces.
he breathes him in deep and groans, feeling himself so close to the edge as he drives himself against him. the bucking definitely makes him stutter in his beat and almost suddenly he released with a gutted noise, dragging the hand in the other's hair down the center of his spine, all the way down to the small of his back.
when he spends, it's hard and fast, hot and profuse, eiden feels his own essence flaring wildly now as he fills the man up as he's asked. ]
Take it all—just like that...!
[ lips pushing down towards his throat, teeth trailing down over shoulder to bite as he aims to fill him up entirely, painting him inside hot and white. ]
[The exchange of hungry mouths that swap spit and muffle words is intoxicating as it is. As if every movement of Eiden’s tongue coaxed yet another modicum of sense from Baptiste’s mind - a man overwrought with the amplified sensation of a delicious warmth that embraced him from several fronts. A desperate lick as if he could possibly ask for more and the shudder of a man clearly greedy and rendered thoughtless in the final few bucks of Eiden’s hips follow before a new heat tears through him.
Eiden’s release fills him with a heat that causes a yell to catch in his throat. He chokes on his own voice, his head falling back to shout as the effects of that delicious little fruit build to a finale Baptiste couldn’t have prepared for. The other’s release gathers inside of him with a fiery fullness that borders on overwhelming. The feeling of balancing on a tightrope lasts for only a moment before Eiden’s teeth in his shoulder allow him to fall. The combined sensation of teeth and fill tear a gash into the blossoming well of pleasure that had curled within his own gut. It bursts, sending a wave of pleasure through the older man that causes Baptiste’s form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other man’s chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eiden’s fingers as Baptiste’s body folds. His weight presses into Eiden’s to push him back into the lounging chair - his hands clumsily searching to hold or cling in the buzz of his afterglow.
His breath hitches, panting as he attempts to gather himself. Most vocalizations never make it out of his throat without being distorted or swallowed up by his own breathlessness. Only one sentiment is able to stand out amongst the rest:]
[ it doesn't take much for eiden to go down willingly with him, arms fast around the other as he clutches back at him. his skin prickles with relief, craving the warmth of baptiste's body for his own. he shakes through his orgasm, feeling baptiste's roll through him and continuing to coax it outwards without fail. his lips graze the place he's bitten, gasping open-mouthed against his skin as he hears the other swear and laughs.
it's more... exhilarated than anything. ]
Holy fuck... is right... here...
[ lips grazing a shoulder, kinder this time, as his fingers keep him close on the way down to rest on the lounge. it's perfectly sized, comfortable as hell, though eiden wonders if that's the haze post-orgasm that fills him. he guides hands where they seek him out, pressing into them sweetly to then shift the course of his lips to graze a jaw, a cheek, the corner of a mouth. a warmth surges through him, his essence simmers down, leaving him with a contented glow. ]
[The slow collapse into the lounger is a welcome descent. Once strained muscles are leaden as the sudden release of pressure leaves them tingling and warm. The fluttering kiss to irritated flesh breathes life to a blossom of warm good. It brings an airy laugh from Baptiste's chest as his head finds soft comfort in cushion.
He only registers that his arms have wrapped around Eiden when his palm caresses the back of the other man's neck. A blink - owlish in his afterglow - ushers in a contented smile.]
And I'd... perform for an audience like you anytime. [A pause. A chuckle.] VIP.
[With some semblance of sense slowly returning, Baptiste nestles into a rain of kisses of his own: tip of the nose, cheekbone, forehead. Though after the last his head finds itself lulling into a particularly comfortable spot. His lips graze forehead again while his own noise finds respite in the other's hair. He takes in a scent of sweat, citrus and.... what he could only describe as sun.
Baptiste smiles. His tongue flicking over his bottom lip.]
Though every good act needs a wind down, you know- [His arms pull at Eiden's weight - shifting the young man's body against his own. The desire for just a quick indulgence of rest tugs at his mind - even as their scavenger hunt time limits continue their relentless countdowns.] Just a quick one~
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he's never been one to wait, but he could certainly be persuaded, especially with such clever, warm hands slipping down to brush his sac. he whimpers a little, shifting his legs somewhat as he braces himself up on an elbow with pupils blown wide. ]
Far be it from me... [ as he tries to keep his breath steady, tries not to let his voice crack ] ... not to... indulge... lemme take you there then...
[ the flush from the warm, citrus taste still in the back of his throat, the heat rolling in his throat as he fumbles to slide a hand along baptiste's side, to drag nails lightly down his ribs as he sits up in the lounge further. both his hands are free enough that he can drag them over the planes of baptiste's chest, fondling him, exploring him, taking his nipples between his knuckles and pulling before lowering his mouth. his arms go around him in an embrace, drawing him closer.
if a little bit of drool slides from his lips, well, he can't help it. the essence in him ratchets up and everything is wet - his cock dribbling with a warm substance that feels almost electrifyingly good to anyone who might be a little magic sensitive, and from where baptiste cups him, he can feel a little slick liquid coating his fingers, the scent on the air of something sweet.
eiden, for all intents and purposes, is truly human at his core. but he knows his time in klein has changed him. he fastens his mouth over one of baptiste's nipples, laves his tongue flat over the plane of his chest, on display for him like a feast, before sucking hard at one of those beautiful little buds, teeth scraping skin as he plays at it with his tongue - circles it, pokes and nudges, then laves again. ]
Hah... [ licking his lips as he pulls back before darting in to suck again, this time with more vigor, eyes fluttering shut as he lets a hand roam downwards to stroke his abdomen, to drag down his hip and squeeze his thigh warmly, tugging him closer to settle, to sit down and let him tend to him. ]
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From the way Eiden's breath hitches as he attempts to patiently wait - Baptiste knows he's on the right track. He smirks down at the other, free hand shifting to touch and tease at oiled flesh. His fingers slide to the side table to dip into more of the oil from earlier - allowing it to drip onto the other's flesh. It is a glimmering, slick mess as it travels downward - but Baptiste enjoys the utter indulgence of watching the fluid drip down the dips and curves of the smaller man's body. Baptiste finds himself shuddering with a sense of satisfaction at the sight - causing his insides to clamp down on the cock inside. His own fingers find some of the pooling oil before using it to massage the other man's balls.
In time, this touch of coaxing worship of the other's features devolves into Baptiste reaching up and cupping Eiden's face. Caressing it. Spoiling him with a praise-filled touch as Eiden's hand dutifully explore his body.]
Ah, that's it. What a good man- [Baptiste chuckles. He idly considers pressing his fingers into Eiden's mouth - yet the man below him makes the first move. The embrace shifts his weight on the other's cock. Baptiste lets out a soft, breathless moan with the new angle, coaxed to sit as Eiden suckles at his chest. A pink flush begins to dust over Baptiste's shoulders and face, as if his whole body were beginning to blush under the lavish attention.
And Baptiste loves every moment of it. While the man would say he is 'magic inept' - the pull of Eiden's essence does tug at the more latent magic in Baptiste's very blood. His pulse races. His own pupils dilate as his mouth hangs open. A deep warmth already beginning to blossom in his gut as the shifting of his weight causes a trace of hot liquid to slip down his thighs. Pre-cum collects as a glimmering pearl at the tip of his own prick.
His hips shift despite himself as he moves to catch his breath. The idly, teasing palm he's been giving Eiden turns more purposeful. As if he were preparing to milk every drop out of the man.]
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maybe he likes being called "good" at least it shows by the look in his eyes - how his pupils fatten, dark and wide as he licks and nips his way up his collarbone, savoring and tasting the heat of his skin with bliss. ]
Nnngh... you feel so hot... inside... perfect for me... hah...
[ he gropes his waist hungrily, seeking his mouth again with a growl, wanting to thrust away but remaining good, knowing he needs to work for it. every touch to his balls gains another new, mounting sound, a desperate mewl or a soft swear. inevitably, a hand might find baptiste's hair, sliding through from the nape and grabbing for a bit of a tease, a tug as he playfully jerks his hips up, gives the showman a bounce in his lap.
just a reminder of who is inside of him. ]
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A cool droplet of sweat drips down his back just as Eiden's mouth finds his once again. A more feral, desperate connection this time. It couples with a tug to his hair that causes Baptiste's head to lull backward into the touch.
A man enamored with the worship each of these prolonged little touches give.
Is it any wonder that he lets a too-loud call of Eiden's name with that jerk of Eiden's hips? The other's cock buries itself deeper inside of him and Baptiste's body twitches. Desperate. Hungry. A slick, messy vessel of sordid desire.
His patience snaps.]
Eiden- Eiden, fuck me- [The hand that had been teasing the other man's sac slips to try and find better purchase at the man's hips below him. Baptiste's own hips rock desperately against the cock inside of him. A heavy, clipped moan follows.] Nngow... Now!
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as their lips part, hands grasping his hips, he can feel it, the needy slide of their bodies. eiden's hands search for stability, one on baptiste's thigh, the other curling an arm around his waist as he looks at him with heavily-lidded eyes, a hungry smile on his lips. baptiste rocks with him and he draws him in close. a heel braced, he pushes his hips up to meet him flush now, once, twice, then a steady rhythm as he drinks in every sound, the look on his face that he wants to commit to memory. ]
Hah... that's it... there you go...
[ he draws them more than easily into rhythm, frantic, hungry, desperate, spurred on both by the heat of this man - exhuberent, bright - and the tingling of the sweet fruit on his tongue. of course he fucks him, of course he does precisely as he's told because as far as he's concerned, a man like this deserves a warm welcome to this hell of a place.
he draws him down as he returns to reclining again, only because it means he can use his hips more, rolling them sensually to a deep grind inside of baptiste as that hand on his hip rakes upwards to frame his pectoral and massage slowly, thumb cresting a nipple again to play with it, tugging, teasing. ]
More - I wanna hear you. Louder...
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Baptiste only vaguely registers that something about Eiden makes him an astounding lay. His own flesh radiates this lively heat as a promising kiss to the other man's skin. Every shift, every connection, every brush sends another spark through Baptiste's body as his own pleasure swells and threatens to spill over with each thrust.
His tongue runs over his own bottom lip before he lets out another loud moan. A breathless string where words should've been, yet the other's cock plunging into him seems to rob the showman of his words.
Eiden wants to hear you-
A moment of clarity despite another roll of hips and the soothing tease of a chest thoroughly teased and oh-so sensitive. A bruising hold on Eiden's hips as Baptiste presses his body downward to meet that grind. The semblance of control helps him to regain his footing as his head lulls to the side. He stares down at Eiden with lust-filled eyes and flushed cheeks. Blonde hair has begun to stick to his sweat-kissed face - and his smile breaks only for another vocalization-]
Yes- Fuck me just like that- [A gasp of a command before his eyes drift with another thrust that strikes at a spot that causes his entire body to jerk. One hand reaches to rest at the side of his own face - a desperate move to keep himself in some sliver of control here.] And touch my cock-
Make me a mess-- C'mon-
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[ he groans out just as the other seems to try and steady himself. he does want to hear him, every sound he can make, each whisper of noise past his lips, which he pulls him in closer to capture his mouth with his own, a hungry kiss that nips at his lip here and there to be let inside with a slide of his tongue.
his fingers climb upwards, around him to slide into his hair, threading it through his knuckles before gripping tightly. he keeps his eyes on him, trying to read if that's alright as he lets the other hand slide over baptiste's hip, groping at his ass with an exploratory spread of fingers, kneading back up to let his fingertips glide lightly along his cock. he shifts, stroking down the underside of it with his thumb.
every touch he keeps deliberate, just shy of "not enough" to wring a little more out of him, only tightening for a moment, giving him just what he wants there for all of moments before pulling back. this, as he measures out his thrusts, shifting a heel to brace himself a bit more and thrust steadily. ]
Since you asked so nicely... now get a little louder for me, hm?
I return from my own mini-hiatus! Thanks for patience! <3
When his hair is grabbed, Baptiste lets out a wanton moan that replaces the next (bratty) command to fall from his mouth. His head shifts with the hold; his wandering eyes catching a searching look from Eiden. The return of a sharp smirk twitches at his features - a twitch in time with another deep thrust.
He's beyond fine with this: devoted to the image of a good show even as the other draws out any sense he has left. Blonde hair stuck to his forehead, a sheen of sweat glistening over his flesh - he knows he's certainly a sight to behold-
And then Eiden strokes his cock and the haughtiness melts into something far more shameless. His chest quivers with a gasped breath as fingers and palm tease out a tapestry of moans and something far more incoherently French. The well of pleasure unfurls in his gut as a delicious, familiar heat builds to its peak- The drawl of syllables is brought to a sudden halt when the other pulls back. A gasp. A breathless "Ah, bastard-" that is dripping with stunned adoration.
His cock twitches; the tight coil of pleasure balanced precariously on the edge. His hips buck, grinding into the other's cock as if he could upset Eiden's rhythm and bring himself to completion anyway.
An play made in vain, as the new angle just reminds his body desperately that he has yet to come. He lets out a groan, loud and almost desperately compliant.] Yes, fuck- I will, I will so fill me up...! Eiden-!
WOO YEAH WOO YEAH
eiden kisses him hungrily, licks into his sweet mouth between his words. if there is one thing he truly enjoys beyond sex itself, it's the pressing and pushing of lips, the trading of skin sweat slick and noses buried against eager faces.
he breathes him in deep and groans, feeling himself so close to the edge as he drives himself against him. the bucking definitely makes him stutter in his beat and almost suddenly he released with a gutted noise, dragging the hand in the other's hair down the center of his spine, all the way down to the small of his back.
when he spends, it's hard and fast, hot and profuse, eiden feels his own essence flaring wildly now as he fills the man up as he's asked. ]
Take it all—just like that...!
[ lips pushing down towards his throat, teeth trailing down over shoulder to bite as he aims to fill him up entirely, painting him inside hot and white. ]
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Eiden’s release fills him with a heat that causes a yell to catch in his throat. He chokes on his own voice, his head falling back to shout as the effects of that delicious little fruit build to a finale Baptiste couldn’t have prepared for. The other’s release gathers inside of him with a fiery fullness that borders on overwhelming. The feeling of balancing on a tightrope lasts for only a moment before Eiden’s teeth in his shoulder allow him to fall. The combined sensation of teeth and fill tear a gash into the blossoming well of pleasure that had curled within his own gut. It bursts, sending a wave of pleasure through the older man that causes Baptiste’s form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other man’s chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eiden’s fingers as Baptiste’s body folds. His weight presses into Eiden’s to push him back into the lounging chair - his hands clumsily searching to hold or cling in the buzz of his afterglow.
His breath hitches, panting as he attempts to gather himself. Most vocalizations never make it out of his throat without being distorted or swallowed up by his own breathlessness. Only one sentiment is able to stand out amongst the rest:]
Holy fuck....
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it's more... exhilarated than anything. ]
Holy fuck... is right... here...
[ lips grazing a shoulder, kinder this time, as his fingers keep him close on the way down to rest on the lounge. it's perfectly sized, comfortable as hell, though eiden wonders if that's the haze post-orgasm that fills him. he guides hands where they seek him out, pressing into them sweetly to then shift the course of his lips to graze a jaw, a cheek, the corner of a mouth. a warmth surges through him, his essence simmers down, leaving him with a contented glow. ]
Heh - I'd get tickets... again... front row.
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He only registers that his arms have wrapped around Eiden when his palm caresses the back of the other man's neck. A blink - owlish in his afterglow - ushers in a contented smile.]
And I'd... perform for an audience like you anytime. [A pause. A chuckle.] VIP.
[With some semblance of sense slowly returning, Baptiste nestles into a rain of kisses of his own: tip of the nose, cheekbone, forehead. Though after the last his head finds itself lulling into a particularly comfortable spot. His lips graze forehead again while his own noise finds respite in the other's hair. He takes in a scent of sweat, citrus and.... what he could only describe as sun.
Baptiste smiles. His tongue flicking over his bottom lip.]
Though every good act needs a wind down, you know- [His arms pull at Eiden's weight - shifting the young man's body against his own. The desire for just a quick indulgence of rest tugs at his mind - even as their scavenger hunt time limits continue their relentless countdowns.] Just a quick one~