[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.]
[ He gets the feeling that dragging a please out of Ardyn that is anything other than flippant or condescending will take a lot of work, and in some ways X’rhun is still testing his bounds. But who knows, sometimes miracles happen.
Now this is a familiar dance, and X’rhun lays back when prompted, edging back to settle properly on the bed. That sly little grin has remained on his face, that that does not change even as he casts his gaze up at Ardyn. There is a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest as Ardyn’s hand trails over his skin. ]
Is that even a challenge? You know as well as I that I am far more free with the word than you will ever be.
[ While that may be true, he doesn’t know that Ardyn is tired of hearing it, nor is X’rhun tired of having it dragged out of him. ]
Are you saying you're not even the smallest of a challenge for me?
[It's teasing, even if a part of it is coated in truth; he's had X'rhun absolutely desperate for him more than once. His hand trails down lower, to linger on the man's exposed torso instead.]
Then let's try the opposite. Test the steel of your own will.
[That can only mean the promise of a slow and torturous sort of attention, but he hardly gives X'rhun the chance to reply. Ardyn’s hand dips down to the miqo’te’s arousal, working at him with a steady but frustratingly slow touch. Lowly:] How long can you go without begging for me to continue?
[Which should not at all be surprising, the way that Ardyn loves playing with his partner like a cat toying with its prey. And so seems to be the case, the way he keeps himself supported on an elbow, the rest of him arched over X'rhun as he presses a biting kiss against his collarbone.
His hand continues to work him slowly, the purposeful, subtle application of his own touch. Like in many things, Ardyn can be patient and calculating -- much to the unfortunate woe of the other.]
[ It comes out a little more breathlessly than he’d like, but there’s naught to be done about it. Not with Ardyn starting in on his oh-so-slow torture.
However, that aside, he manages to keep it together remarkably well. X’rhun never offered much resistance before, apart from a token effort, and instead has been content to give in and let Ardyn pull a desperate “please” from his lips whenever he’d like. Now he’s actually trying.
He doesn’t expect to be able to hold out forever, of course, and nor does he wish to, but he hopes to be able to provide a decent challenge. ]
[It’s still a noticeable difference, of course. When X’rhun is trying to keep his reactions reined in, it’s as if Ardyn can sense something akin to determination and stubbornness radiating off the man. A challenge, indeed, even if he believes it’s going to be a fleeting one at best.
He ministrations are slow, until they aren’t, but that privilege is cut short when Ardyn stops completely, sitting up to look at X’rhun’s form. Naked and flushed, as he’s seen him time and again, but it’s a sight that’s yet to have grown old. He doesn’t say anything, just rakes across his form with his eyes in a shameless manner, sliding a hand down to rest at his hip, the slow, subtle drag of nails against skin.
And then, still wordless, Ardyn bends down slowly to attend to him with his mouth — returning the favor that X’rhun had deigned for him not that long ago. And, just like before, he starts slowly, though he does allow a hum of wicked amusement escape him in the interim.]
[ He thinks he’s doing rather admirably, even if his tail constantly betrays him where his mouth won’t. It is, after all, only the latter that matters in this challenge. The excruciatingly slow pace of Ardyn’s fingers turns his breath ragged, already leaves him hungry for more. He gets more, but it is there and gone all too quickly. ]
You terrible tease.
[ As if that it not the name of the game right now.
But, oh that all flies right out the window with Ardyn over him, looking at him like that. He cannot say he minds terribly being the man’s plaything in the face of that brazen appreciation, the slight wicked gleam in those amber eyes. Oh yes, this is far from over. That look promises that and more.
Ardyn, it seems, is quite content to return the favor in the literal sense, and X’rhun lets out a quiet sound of approval when the heat of Ardyn’s mouth settles over him. What a terrible tease, indeed. ]
[His tail is impossible to miss, the way it reacts in ways that X’rhun refuses to vocalize. And he’s right, of course; that this bit of body language means nothing if he cannot incite a moan from the man, something that might eventually escalate into him losing this little challenge set between them.
And so he can be a tease, yes. He can be a frustrating one, too, and if he must garner a please out of desperate frustration alone, he’s certainly not above and beyond that either.
Thus he tends to X’rhun as one might expect with this mindset; a build-up, only to become slow and tortuous again. Never giving the other enough to truly feel satisfied, only teetering at that edge, but never stepping forward. A hand remains at his hip, fingers pressing into skin.]
[ Ardyn possesses the patience of a saint and the tongue of a devil. What an agonizing combination that is, made moreso by the fact that Ardyn knows exactly what he’s doing.
It is quite unfair that he’s been given more of a chance to tease and tempt X’rhun, than the other way around. Sure, he had enjoyed his slow exploration of Ardyn’s form, coaxing little sounds and blissful looks from him, but it feels like a mere moment in the face of what has surely been a small eternity of torturous attention.
He’s lost track of just how many times Ardyn has coaxed him towards the edge, left him teetering only to slowly, oh-so-slowly draw him away, leaving him dizzy with vertigo. He would curse Ardyn if he could form the words. Instead it’s left him feeling like his nerves are on fire and his skin is too small, with his tail thrashing against the mattress and ears pressed down against his skull, while fingers clench into the bedsheets. If Ardyn could hear the hammering of his heart against his ribs, even over the ragged sighs and half-formed sounds that tumble from his mouth, he would not be surprised.
The build begins again, and he dizzily hopes that this time there will finally be mercy, but of course there is none and the cycle begins again. Ardyn may actually be attempting to kill him. What a way to go. Here lies X’rhun Tia, dead because Ardyn Izunia is a terrible, wonderful— ]
Gods, Ardyn. You win, you win.
[ It all comes out in a single breath before he even realizes he’s saying it, his will having snapped like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. ]
[There it is. He knew it was upon them, that please, just settled on the precipice of his friend’s willpower. Everything about X’rhun up until this point has told Ardyn that he would soon hear the word, that the man would lose this little challenge, though he knew it was only a matter of time.
And so this is one of the many moments in which Ardyn illustrates his true nature; where one might concede to stop the torture, or alternatively, to do the complete opposite. To deprive him of any sort of touch or stimulation, pulling away and straightening to look back down at him, strands of wine-colored hair falling into his face. That wicked, curved smile adorning his look, tinged with a barely-there flush. It’s strange, how it’s almost as if he can feel the energy thrumming between them in that empty space. Perhaps it’s the heat from both of their bodies, the slight vibrations of a thudding heartbeat in X’rhun’s chest. The trashing of his tail, utterly impatient, and Ardyn’s own hungry look — all of this, coalescing into a connection that might as well be tangible. He wonders, idly and ludically, if he could reach out and pluck at its strings, and wonder at what kind of noise X’rhun would make if he did.
Instead, he leans over him, drawing nearer. A sordid attempt at making sure exposed skin doesn’t brush against the other is successful. (Just another form of torture.) Palm pressed flat against X’rhun’s head, Ardyn’s mouth is barely against his ear when he speaks.]
[ This is what he gets for bearing his jugular before a predator, and one who takes pleasure in toying with his prey at that. All at once, the teasing stops, the heat of Ardyn’s mouth and the press of fingers against feverishly warm skin vanish, leaving naught in its place but a sharp pang of loss and a wordless, needy little sound that comes up from X’rhun’s throat ere he can stop it.
Unfair, he thinks, that Ardyn should make him miss even that slow agony when faced with nothing. Very, very unfair.
His gaze flicks up to Ardyn’s face, now hovering over him, and the hunger in his eyes catches X’rhun and holds him there like a physical force. Whatever it is, this thing between them, it has changed in the months since they brokered this little agreement. Morphed and twisted into something almost tangible and yet unidentifiable. All X’rhun knows is that, for good or ill, there is a connection here that he still cannot fathom but does not wish to break. He would let it bind him, as it does now. As it does often, these days.
The game is still on, it seems, only changed in that Ardyn wishes to slowly kill him through deprivation. The way he leans in without touching is maddening, and X’rhun knows that wicked little smirk is still plain on Ardyn’s face even as he leans in to whisper in his ear. Truth be told, Ardyn could ask of him anything in this moment and he’d probably do it. Anything to feel him again. ]
[It seems to satisfy him, and he gives a contented hum against his ear, like the purr of a pleased predator. But Ardyn pauses just long enough to leave his friend wondering whether or not he’ll initiate that wondrous contact between them again, the heat of their bodies pressed close, nails against skin, teeth grazing against a shoulder, his fingers wrapped around him-
A bubble of impatience exists in Ardyn’s own core, burning hot. He can feel it rising, giving it this allowance now that X’rhun’s coming truly undone.]
Good.
[He remains as he is, but his free hand grazes against X’rhun’s chest — feather-light at first, not acceding much — and electricity might as well be buzzing beneath the contact and he trails his touch down, down, to where the other man is the most desperate for touch, and grants it to him. He works him with more enthusiasm with his hand as opposed to his tongue, for he’s not here to tease him this time, only to bring him to the brink and watch, feel, as he’s pushed over the edge.
Ardyn shifts just enough to catch any sounds X’rhun might make against his own lips. He can still keep his tongue busy, after all, and in this wave of enthusiasm, he grinds not-so-subtly against him.]
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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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Now this is a familiar dance, and X’rhun lays back when prompted, edging back to settle properly on the bed. That sly little grin has remained on his face, that that does not change even as he casts his gaze up at Ardyn. There is a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest as Ardyn’s hand trails over his skin. ]
Is that even a challenge? You know as well as I that I am far more free with the word than you will ever be.
[ While that may be true, he doesn’t know that Ardyn is tired of hearing it, nor is X’rhun tired of having it dragged out of him. ]
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[It's teasing, even if a part of it is coated in truth; he's had X'rhun absolutely desperate for him more than once. His hand trails down lower, to linger on the man's exposed torso instead.]
Then let's try the opposite. Test the steel of your own will.
[That can only mean the promise of a slow and torturous sort of attention, but he hardly gives X'rhun the chance to reply. Ardyn’s hand dips down to the miqo’te’s arousal, working at him with a steady but frustratingly slow touch. Lowly:] How long can you go without begging for me to continue?
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Ah, if that is to be the name of the game, then so be it.
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[Which should not at all be surprising, the way that Ardyn loves playing with his partner like a cat toying with its prey. And so seems to be the case, the way he keeps himself supported on an elbow, the rest of him arched over X'rhun as he presses a biting kiss against his collarbone.
His hand continues to work him slowly, the purposeful, subtle application of his own touch. Like in many things, Ardyn can be patient and calculating -- much to the unfortunate woe of the other.]
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[ It comes out a little more breathlessly than he’d like, but there’s naught to be done about it. Not with Ardyn starting in on his oh-so-slow torture.
However, that aside, he manages to keep it together remarkably well. X’rhun never offered much resistance before, apart from a token effort, and instead has been content to give in and let Ardyn pull a desperate “please” from his lips whenever he’d like. Now he’s actually trying.
He doesn’t expect to be able to hold out forever, of course, and nor does he wish to, but he hopes to be able to provide a decent challenge. ]
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He ministrations are slow, until they aren’t, but that privilege is cut short when Ardyn stops completely, sitting up to look at X’rhun’s form. Naked and flushed, as he’s seen him time and again, but it’s a sight that’s yet to have grown old. He doesn’t say anything, just rakes across his form with his eyes in a shameless manner, sliding a hand down to rest at his hip, the slow, subtle drag of nails against skin.
And then, still wordless, Ardyn bends down slowly to attend to him with his mouth — returning the favor that X’rhun had deigned for him not that long ago. And, just like before, he starts slowly, though he does allow a hum of wicked amusement escape him in the interim.]
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You terrible tease.
[ As if that it not the name of the game right now.
But, oh that all flies right out the window with Ardyn over him, looking at him like that. He cannot say he minds terribly being the man’s plaything in the face of that brazen appreciation, the slight wicked gleam in those amber eyes. Oh yes, this is far from over. That look promises that and more.
Ardyn, it seems, is quite content to return the favor in the literal sense, and X’rhun lets out a quiet sound of approval when the heat of Ardyn’s mouth settles over him. What a terrible tease, indeed. ]
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And so he can be a tease, yes. He can be a frustrating one, too, and if he must garner a please out of desperate frustration alone, he’s certainly not above and beyond that either.
Thus he tends to X’rhun as one might expect with this mindset; a build-up, only to become slow and tortuous again. Never giving the other enough to truly feel satisfied, only teetering at that edge, but never stepping forward. A hand remains at his hip, fingers pressing into skin.]
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It is quite unfair that he’s been given more of a chance to tease and tempt X’rhun, than the other way around. Sure, he had enjoyed his slow exploration of Ardyn’s form, coaxing little sounds and blissful looks from him, but it feels like a mere moment in the face of what has surely been a small eternity of torturous attention.
He’s lost track of just how many times Ardyn has coaxed him towards the edge, left him teetering only to slowly, oh-so-slowly draw him away, leaving him dizzy with vertigo. He would curse Ardyn if he could form the words. Instead it’s left him feeling like his nerves are on fire and his skin is too small, with his tail thrashing against the mattress and ears pressed down against his skull, while fingers clench into the bedsheets. If Ardyn could hear the hammering of his heart against his ribs, even over the ragged sighs and half-formed sounds that tumble from his mouth, he would not be surprised.
The build begins again, and he dizzily hopes that this time there will finally be mercy, but of course there is none and the cycle begins again. Ardyn may actually be attempting to kill him. What a way to go. Here lies X’rhun Tia, dead because Ardyn Izunia is a terrible, wonderful— ]
Gods, Ardyn. You win, you win.
[ It all comes out in a single breath before he even realizes he’s saying it, his will having snapped like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. ]
I can’t— Gods, please.
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And so this is one of the many moments in which Ardyn illustrates his true nature; where one might concede to stop the torture, or alternatively, to do the complete opposite. To deprive him of any sort of touch or stimulation, pulling away and straightening to look back down at him, strands of wine-colored hair falling into his face. That wicked, curved smile adorning his look, tinged with a barely-there flush. It’s strange, how it’s almost as if he can feel the energy thrumming between them in that empty space. Perhaps it’s the heat from both of their bodies, the slight vibrations of a thudding heartbeat in X’rhun’s chest. The trashing of his tail, utterly impatient, and Ardyn’s own hungry look — all of this, coalescing into a connection that might as well be tangible. He wonders, idly and ludically, if he could reach out and pluck at its strings, and wonder at what kind of noise X’rhun would make if he did.
Instead, he leans over him, drawing nearer. A sordid attempt at making sure exposed skin doesn’t brush against the other is successful. (Just another form of torture.) Palm pressed flat against X’rhun’s head, Ardyn’s mouth is barely against his ear when he speaks.]
Say it again.
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Unfair, he thinks, that Ardyn should make him miss even that slow agony when faced with nothing. Very, very unfair.
His gaze flicks up to Ardyn’s face, now hovering over him, and the hunger in his eyes catches X’rhun and holds him there like a physical force. Whatever it is, this thing between them, it has changed in the months since they brokered this little agreement. Morphed and twisted into something almost tangible and yet unidentifiable. All X’rhun knows is that, for good or ill, there is a connection here that he still cannot fathom but does not wish to break. He would let it bind him, as it does now. As it does often, these days.
The game is still on, it seems, only changed in that Ardyn wishes to slowly kill him through deprivation. The way he leans in without touching is maddening, and X’rhun knows that wicked little smirk is still plain on Ardyn’s face even as he leans in to whisper in his ear. Truth be told, Ardyn could ask of him anything in this moment and he’d probably do it. Anything to feel him again. ]
Please, Ardyn. Please…
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A bubble of impatience exists in Ardyn’s own core, burning hot. He can feel it rising, giving it this allowance now that X’rhun’s coming truly undone.]
Good.
[He remains as he is, but his free hand grazes against X’rhun’s chest — feather-light at first, not acceding much — and electricity might as well be buzzing beneath the contact and he trails his touch down, down, to where the other man is the most desperate for touch, and grants it to him. He works him with more enthusiasm with his hand as opposed to his tongue, for he’s not here to tease him this time, only to bring him to the brink and watch, feel, as he’s pushed over the edge.
Ardyn shifts just enough to catch any sounds X’rhun might make against his own lips. He can still keep his tongue busy, after all, and in this wave of enthusiasm, he grinds not-so-subtly against him.]
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