[ 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 allājust 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 Eidenās tongue coaxed yet another modicum of sense from Baptisteās 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 Eidenās hips follow before a new heat tears through him.
Eidenās 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 couldnāt have prepared for. The otherās 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 Eidenās 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 Baptisteās form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other manās chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eidenās fingers as Baptisteās body folds. His weight presses into Eidenās 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 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 allājust 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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Eidenās 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 couldnāt have prepared for. The otherās 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 Eidenās 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 Baptisteās form to shudder. His load comes like a shot - heated and frantic - as his own seed splatters onto the other manās chest and abdomen. Cum dribbles down his shaft to meet Eidenās fingers as Baptisteās body folds. His weight presses into Eidenās 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~