[Well, now. That's a different sort of shameless, X'rhun.]
Really? My scratching behind your ears ranks higher than subjects pertaining to shedding and trousers? I think you need to realign your priorities, my friend.
[What an unsubtle lean. So very salacious! But Ardyn drops his hand; or rather, he merely moves it to slide the light touch of fingertips along X'rhun's jawline.]
Oh, I suppose that is true. We could test a few of those ways right now, if you want. This room does afford a fair amount of privacy.
[A low rumble of amused satisfaction emits from the back of his throat.]
I'd have it no other way. Besides, what else is there to do to pass the time? [Being stuck on this blasted station, one must find ways to keep amused.]
Best start undressing now, since I see you're wearing the difficult uniform today. [His usual uniform, he means, jokingly.]
[ Nor did he get his usual “I’m coming over” text from Ardyn to allow him time to prepare. Suddenly turning into a cat will throw a wrench in anyone’s day, really.
He takes a moment more to enjoy the closeness, canting his head upward to press a kiss to Ardyn’s jawline, before he steps back to make with the process of removing his Duelist Uniform. Piece after piece gets draped over a nearby chair – this is a familiar process by now, even if he hasn’t been caught in his uniform by Ardyn in some time. ]
That's true enough. But it's as they say, one should always be prepared.
[The kiss earns a pleasant grin from Ardyn, but he doesn't chase it, giving X'rhun enough time and space to step away and undress. And though he's a patient man, usually, he can feign not being so.]
Says the man who yet remains fully clothed in no less than six layers.
[ Teasingly, with a playful flick of his ear in Ardyn’s direction. Off goes the shirt he wears beneath his jacket to join the other layers across the back of the chair. ]
[Likely it would not turn into something he'd allow to make a habit of, but Ardyn does not think he'd mind it terribly today. For however long it lasts.]
I've already done some of the work for you.
[Meaning that he's lacking his black coat, so you're already halfway there, X'rhun! ....well, maybe not quite half.]
[ That Ardyn acquiesces is a bit of a surprise, if only because he has ever held the reins in their encounters up to this point. He certainly harbors no delusions that this will be a regular occurrence, but mayhap some time spent cuddling a cat has put his friend in a charitable mood.
Whatever it is, he intends to make the most of it.
Dryly, as he sheds his last remaining layers, ]
Oh, thank you so much.
[ Ardyn’s coat is hardly the most difficult thing do deal with, oversized and heavy though it may be. He pads back over to his friend, bare feet cat-quiet (ha) on the floor. His gaze sweeps over Ardyn from head to toe, as if he is considering just where to begin, as if he did not already know just what he wants to do here.
His fingers curl around the fabric at Ardyn’s neck, as they so often do, but instead of pulling him down for a kiss, he works the scarf loose, pulling it free and casting it aside with X’rhun’s own discarded clothes. The ridiculous collar of Ardyn’s equally ridiculous shirt fans open when freed, and X’rhun greets the now-exposed line of his throat with the brush of his lips over Ardyn’s skin.
And so it is as he goes. He strips Adryn down by slow degrees, button by button, exploring every new ilm of exposed skin, every scar, with questing hands, with lips and teeth and tongue. As selfish as Ardyn is, surely he’ll not shy away from the attention, but if he wishes to change gears, X’rhun will happily oblige. ]
[He won't hide the shameless way he takes in X'rhun's own form as the other draws near. But it's something he should be used to by now, and he has to indulge himself a little, if he's going to allow X'rhun to seize control -- if even just a small amount.
Each layer is removed carefully, methodically, no doubt with the aid of familiarity. But it's the man's touch (the attentions of trailing fingertips, lips brushing against skin) that threaten to send a treacherous shiver crawling down the slope of his spine. It's held back, faintly, by the way he bites softly at his lower lip, hiding such an expression behind the skewing of a smile.
At some point, Ardyn's own hands rove around X'rhun's shoulders, his torso. Yet he doesn't rush to do anything else, seemingly content to let him do as he pleases for now.]
[ No matter how many times they do this, X’rhun will never tire of the way Ardyn looks at him with none-too-subtle appreciation. Whatever they may be to each other, that in itself is always enough to send a little thrill down his spine.
However, he regrettably misses the shift in Ardyn’s expression, the subtle catching of his lower lip between his teeth, as he is too busy lavishing languid attentions elsewhere. Ardyn seems to be in no hurry to stop him, which suits him fine. There had been talk about getting X’rhun to purr, but now he seems set in bringing something out of Ardyn instead, in stoking a slow, searing heat as he explores the other man. He doesn’t try to leave marks necessarily – not as though they’d stay if he did – as this isn’t about laying any sort of claim as far as X’rhun is concerned, but there is something almost reverent in his explorations. Even more so in the way he sinks slowly to his knees as he works Ardyn’s trousers loose, slipping them away.
Blue eyes flick upward at his friend’s face, as if trying to gauge a reaction, before he sets to working Ardyn over with his mouth. X’rhun likes to think he is possessed of a clever tongue, hopefully in more ways than one.
They will no doubt move to the bed eventually, but for now X’rhun wishes to take this bit of ground he’s been given to see how far he can go. Ardyn has ever been about control in their encounters, after all, and the fact that he is allowing X’rhun just a small bit of advantage, the chance to work him up and work him over with his mouth and the pass of his hands, deserves to be explored to its fullest. ]
[X'rhun isn't the only one that feels that subtle tingle of a thrill running along his spine. There's a wordless pleasure to be taken in the way the man touches him, how he absolutely revels in every small curve of his body, every imperfection of a scar marring the smooth surface of skin. How every sensation is poignant and alive, and Ardyn can merely forget the quiet, continuous thrumming of the Starscourge under his skin. In these moments, it is only ever himself and X'rhun — only ever heat and sweat and lust between them, and how easy it is to lose himself in carnal pleasures and slow, lingering touches. For this, for now, he will let the man do as he pleases. Until his own need for control finally spills over the surface, until his own restraint becomes something paper thin and impossible to ignore.
For a brief moment after his trousers have been worked loose, when amber eyes lock with X’rhun’s own, Ardyn’s look is recognizable as a man who utterly dares his friend to stop there. It’s a flash of hunger, juxtaposed against a sort of quiet permission, and it’s all he needs, apparently. He’s met with the heat of X’rhun tongue, and yes, he would definitely agree that he possesses a clever one.
He exhales a bit at the sensation of it, nerves set alight in the best way possible, and the smallest noise of encouragement escapes from the back of Ardyn’s throat, almost shaped like a moan. A hand comes down to slide his fingers into X’rhun’s hair — his touch remains light for now, and Ardyn cranes his head up and closes his eyes, simply feeling the other’s mouth teasing him.]
[ Well, X’rhun is getting away with much more than he believed he would be able to, given what he knows of Ardyn. Not that he is complaining, of course. He is very much enjoying himself, enjoying the way Ardyn smells, the taste of him on his tongue. All of it is so very good, and it settles over him like a sort of hazy heat, building with every motion and every touch.
Ardyn’s fingers slide into X’rhun’s hair, and he cannot help the little sound that bubbles up in response, something indeed like a purr. The sound hums against Ardyn’s skin, X’rhun not wanting to halt the teasing attentions of his mouth just yet. He flicks his gaze upward again, and he is greeted with the sight of Ardyn, head tilted back, digits still tangled loosely in his hair, and gods, it’s enough to stoke the embers already burning hot somewhere in his belly. It’s a good look on him, very good indeed.
It is enough to spur him to continue his efforts in earnest. Less teasing and more wanting to hear Ardyn make that sound again. ]
[Oh, X'rhun purrs a little, because of course he does, and those warm little vibrations crawl along his nerves in the most pleasurable way, threatening to send a shiver up his spine. Ardyn steels himself against it, but neglects to discourage him -- and he's rewarded by the man working his mouth against him in earnest, all heat and tantalizing sensation.
There's a coquettish remark to be made about how skilled of a tongue X'rhun possesses, and perhaps it's made in the quiet of his own mind, and stored away for later. But for now, he can feel the heat churning within him; and he knows soon, it'll be unmanageable even by his own willpower, and his fingers clench a little tighter in the other's hair.
He can't stop the half-hiss that escapes him though his teeth, a breathy thing that heralds the smallest sound of a moan. But Ardyn mingles it with a low, dissonant laugh.]
[ Damn, so close. There is the start of a sound there, but Ardyn shields it with a laugh. His fingers tighten in X’rhun’s hair, pulling not enough to hurt, but the promise of it is there. X’rhun simply hums his amusement before pulling away. ]
Oh, no hurry. Simply seeing how much I can get away with.
[ His tone is low, the grin on his face sharp and sly as he leans in to press his lips to the inside of Ardyn’s thigh. ]
[The rather treacherous part of Ardyn’s mind (and the whole of his body) doesn’t want X’rhun to stop at all. Even as the kiss is pressed against his skin, he’s already aching to feel his tongue again — but instead, he just releases the faint grip from his hair, looking down at him with a half-lidded gaze.]
I hardly want you to stop. But I imagine at some point you’d like for me to return the favor.
[In other words, for him to take the reins sooner rather than later.]
[ That is also a good look on Ardyn, and X’rhun chuckles lightly, exhaling a warm breath against Ardyn’s skin. ]
I have so been enjoying this.
[ He punctuates his sentence with the light scarping of his teeth, apparently determined to dote and tease even in the midst of conversation. His tail has not stopped its swaying since he embarked on this little endeavor, and even now it flicks eagerly. ]
But I’d have to be mad to stop you if you do indeed wish to return the favor.
[He feels that graze of teeth. The heat of his breath. He's going to keep track of the amount of times it sets his nerves tingling, intending to return the favor as promised.]
[ Another laugh, another scrape of teeth, before X’rhun obliges. He rises to his full height and jabs a finger at Ardyn’s bare chest. The motion is far more teasing than it is truly accusing, and even then the amusement in X’rhun’s tone is obvious enough. ]
Mayhap I’ll hear a please from you one day.
[ Granted, when that happens, every one of the seven hells will have frozen over.
X’rhun turns to dutifully head for the bed, drawing his tail across Ardyn’s skin as he departs. Once at his destination, he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, tail twitching eagerly against the sheets. All of his teasing is about to come back to bite him, he’s sure, but only in the best of ways. ]
[He tilts his head, eyes keen and his body barely even moving as the finger prods against his chest.]
As I've said before, you'll have to work for it.
[When was the last time Ardyn said 'please' in a way that was not very patronizing? Years? One cannot say.
And my, how cheeky X'rhun is being. Don't think he doesn't feel that subtle drag of his tail against his skin as he walks away.. Ardyn moves forward, standing in front of his friend, and presses a hand to his shoulder.
He pushes him back, encouraging him to lie down, before scooting onto the bed himself. Leaning over him, he slides a hand down the front of X'rhun's chest, though his eyes remain locked on his face.]
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Really? My scratching behind your ears ranks higher than subjects pertaining to shedding and trousers? I think you need to realign your priorities, my friend.
[He says, still petting X'rhun like a housecat.]
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Oh, I don’t know. There’s more than one way to set me purring, after all.
[ Leeeean. ]
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Oh, I suppose that is true. We could test a few of those ways right now, if you want. This room does afford a fair amount of privacy.
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[ That little him is half-considering, half-appreciative as he tilts his head just so, with the brush of Ardyn’s fingers. ]
How could I possibly say no to such a generous offer?
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[As if to accentuate this, Ardyn leans forward to give X'rhun only the barest whisper of a kiss. A teasing thing, as one might expect. And then:]
You can't.
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You’re right. I do have a terrible time saying “no” where you’re concerned.
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I'd have it no other way. Besides, what else is there to do to pass the time? [Being stuck on this blasted station, one must find ways to keep amused.]
Best start undressing now, since I see you're wearing the difficult uniform today. [His usual uniform, he means, jokingly.]
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[ Nor did he get his usual “I’m coming over” text from Ardyn to allow him time to prepare. Suddenly turning into a cat will throw a wrench in anyone’s day, really.
He takes a moment more to enjoy the closeness, canting his head upward to press a kiss to Ardyn’s jawline, before he steps back to make with the process of removing his Duelist Uniform. Piece after piece gets draped over a nearby chair – this is a familiar process by now, even if he hasn’t been caught in his uniform by Ardyn in some time. ]
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[The kiss earns a pleasant grin from Ardyn, but he doesn't chase it, giving X'rhun enough time and space to step away and undress. And though he's a patient man, usually, he can feign not being so.]
A few less layers would go a long way.
[Pot, meet kettle.]
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[ Teasingly, with a playful flick of his ear in Ardyn’s direction. Off goes the shirt he wears beneath his jacket to join the other layers across the back of the chair. ]
Am I to undress you as well, then?
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[Because that's the important part. And because he'd let him, if he liked.]
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[ Let him dote on Ardyn for a bit – it will be a nice change of pace from their usual. ]
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[Likely it would not turn into something he'd allow to make a habit of, but Ardyn does not think he'd mind it terribly today. For however long it lasts.]
I've already done some of the work for you.
[Meaning that he's lacking his black coat, so you're already halfway there, X'rhun! ....well, maybe not quite half.]
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Whatever it is, he intends to make the most of it.
Dryly, as he sheds his last remaining layers, ]
Oh, thank you so much.
[ Ardyn’s coat is hardly the most difficult thing do deal with, oversized and heavy though it may be. He pads back over to his friend, bare feet cat-quiet (ha) on the floor. His gaze sweeps over Ardyn from head to toe, as if he is considering just where to begin, as if he did not already know just what he wants to do here.
His fingers curl around the fabric at Ardyn’s neck, as they so often do, but instead of pulling him down for a kiss, he works the scarf loose, pulling it free and casting it aside with X’rhun’s own discarded clothes. The ridiculous collar of Ardyn’s equally ridiculous shirt fans open when freed, and X’rhun greets the now-exposed line of his throat with the brush of his lips over Ardyn’s skin.
And so it is as he goes. He strips Adryn down by slow degrees, button by button, exploring every new ilm of exposed skin, every scar, with questing hands, with lips and teeth and tongue. As selfish as Ardyn is, surely he’ll not shy away from the attention, but if he wishes to change gears, X’rhun will happily oblige. ]
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Each layer is removed carefully, methodically, no doubt with the aid of familiarity. But it's the man's touch (the attentions of trailing fingertips, lips brushing against skin) that threaten to send a treacherous shiver crawling down the slope of his spine. It's held back, faintly, by the way he bites softly at his lower lip, hiding such an expression behind the skewing of a smile.
At some point, Ardyn's own hands rove around X'rhun's shoulders, his torso. Yet he doesn't rush to do anything else, seemingly content to let him do as he pleases for now.]
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However, he regrettably misses the shift in Ardyn’s expression, the subtle catching of his lower lip between his teeth, as he is too busy lavishing languid attentions elsewhere. Ardyn seems to be in no hurry to stop him, which suits him fine. There had been talk about getting X’rhun to purr, but now he seems set in bringing something out of Ardyn instead, in stoking a slow, searing heat as he explores the other man. He doesn’t try to leave marks necessarily – not as though they’d stay if he did – as this isn’t about laying any sort of claim as far as X’rhun is concerned, but there is something almost reverent in his explorations. Even more so in the way he sinks slowly to his knees as he works Ardyn’s trousers loose, slipping them away.
Blue eyes flick upward at his friend’s face, as if trying to gauge a reaction, before he sets to working Ardyn over with his mouth. X’rhun likes to think he is possessed of a clever tongue, hopefully in more ways than one.
They will no doubt move to the bed eventually, but for now X’rhun wishes to take this bit of ground he’s been given to see how far he can go. Ardyn has ever been about control in their encounters, after all, and the fact that he is allowing X’rhun just a small bit of advantage, the chance to work him up and work him over with his mouth and the pass of his hands, deserves to be explored to its fullest. ]
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For a brief moment after his trousers have been worked loose, when amber eyes lock with X’rhun’s own, Ardyn’s look is recognizable as a man who utterly dares his friend to stop there. It’s a flash of hunger, juxtaposed against a sort of quiet permission, and it’s all he needs, apparently. He’s met with the heat of X’rhun tongue, and yes, he would definitely agree that he possesses a clever one.
He exhales a bit at the sensation of it, nerves set alight in the best way possible, and the smallest noise of encouragement escapes from the back of Ardyn’s throat, almost shaped like a moan. A hand comes down to slide his fingers into X’rhun’s hair — his touch remains light for now, and Ardyn cranes his head up and closes his eyes, simply feeling the other’s mouth teasing him.]
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Ardyn’s fingers slide into X’rhun’s hair, and he cannot help the little sound that bubbles up in response, something indeed like a purr. The sound hums against Ardyn’s skin, X’rhun not wanting to halt the teasing attentions of his mouth just yet. He flicks his gaze upward again, and he is greeted with the sight of Ardyn, head tilted back, digits still tangled loosely in his hair, and gods, it’s enough to stoke the embers already burning hot somewhere in his belly. It’s a good look on him, very good indeed.
It is enough to spur him to continue his efforts in earnest. Less teasing and more wanting to hear Ardyn make that sound again. ]
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There's a coquettish remark to be made about how skilled of a tongue X'rhun possesses, and perhaps it's made in the quiet of his own mind, and stored away for later. But for now, he can feel the heat churning within him; and he knows soon, it'll be unmanageable even by his own willpower, and his fingers clench a little tighter in the other's hair.
He can't stop the half-hiss that escapes him though his teeth, a breathy thing that heralds the smallest sound of a moan. But Ardyn mingles it with a low, dissonant laugh.]
Now, now. What's the hurry?
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Oh, no hurry. Simply seeing how much I can get away with.
[ His tone is low, the grin on his face sharp and sly as he leans in to press his lips to the inside of Ardyn’s thigh. ]
I can certainly stop, if you want me to.
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I hardly want you to stop. But I imagine at some point you’d like for me to return the favor.
[In other words, for him to take the reins sooner rather than later.]
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I have so been enjoying this.
[ He punctuates his sentence with the light scarping of his teeth, apparently determined to dote and tease even in the midst of conversation. His tail has not stopped its swaying since he embarked on this little endeavor, and even now it flicks eagerly. ]
But I’d have to be mad to stop you if you do indeed wish to return the favor.
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[He feels that graze of teeth. The heat of his breath. He's going to keep track of the amount of times it sets his nerves tingling, intending to return the favor as promised.]
Why don't you move to the bed for now, hm?
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Mayhap I’ll hear a please from you one day.
[ Granted, when that happens, every one of the seven hells will have frozen over.
X’rhun turns to dutifully head for the bed, drawing his tail across Ardyn’s skin as he departs. Once at his destination, he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress, tail twitching eagerly against the sheets. All of his teasing is about to come back to bite him, he’s sure, but only in the best of ways. ]
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As I've said before, you'll have to work for it.
[When was the last time Ardyn said 'please' in a way that was not very patronizing? Years? One cannot say.
And my, how cheeky X'rhun is being. Don't think he doesn't feel that subtle drag of his tail against his skin as he walks away.. Ardyn moves forward, standing in front of his friend, and presses a hand to his shoulder.
He pushes him back, encouraging him to lie down, before scooting onto the bed himself. Leaning over him, he slides a hand down the front of X'rhun's chest, though his eyes remain locked on his face.]
But I know I can get one out of you again.
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