[ 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.]
[ Was that not enough? Because if it was not, there is another please ready to fall from his lips. He said goodbye to his dignity fairly early on in this encounter, after all. What does he have left to lose? But, it seems, that Ardyn is feeling benevolent – or impatient – enough to finally acquiesce at last. The feather-light brush of his fingers over X’rhun’s torso draws a quiet, breathy noise of want from him, nearly a plea all its own, but then Ardyn’s hand closes around him in earnest.
His moan of relief and pleasure is caught by Ardyn’s lips, their mouths crashing together as Ardyn works him over with the very clear intent to let him fall this time – no more of this slow teasing and dizzying torture. No, this is a frenzy of sloppy kisses and twitching hips, and long, cruelly talented fingers over feverish and too-sensitive skin.
Mayhap later, he might call the slow buildup worth it, but hazy and frantic as he is right now, all he can think is that it is about damn time. This precipice is a familiar one by now, and thank the gods that Ardyn does not wish to walk him back down. He doesn’t fall so much as takes a running leap, letting out a strangled, wordless noise against Ardyn’s lips, as he spills over Ardyn’s hand, over himself, and is left desperately trying to catch his breath in the wake of it all. ]
[Ardyn pulls back in just enough time to watch X’rhun lose himself completely. It’s this look that he truly delights in seeing, the way someone absolutely crumbles under his touch, and it has heat flaring in his gut, his own state not yet sated and screaming for more. He feels the heat of X’rhun spending himself over his hand, and his chest rumbles with a low, predatory satisfaction.
Ardyn catches his friend’s lower lip over the scrape of teeth, feeling the man’s tension all but drain from him. He then laughs in earnest, his grinding roughly against flushed skin.]
Don’t fall to pieces just yet, dear one. [It’s hard to tell if the affectation is said purposefully or dismissively. Ardyn always walks that fine line in-between.] I’m not done with you yet.
[ Dear one. Those words pour over him like honey, sweet and temping in a way he knows to be utterly dangerous. There is never a moment when he is not walking a fine line with Ardyn, and to stray too far to one side, tugged by even the tiniest promise of affection, would be the most foolish thing he could hope to do.
There is no affection here. There can't be. (And yet...)
He is snapped abruptly back to reality by the way Ardyn grinds against him, his own desire not yet sated, and those wicked words from his mouth. This he can deal with. This is normal. ]
No, I bet not.
[ His words are breathless, but amused. He untangles a hand from the bedding to slide his fingers through Ardyn's hair. ]
[He leans into that touch, the feel of fingertips threading through his unruly hair. A small, barely-there gesture, easily missed, but Ardyn has learned over their various rendezvous that he doesn’t terribly mind it. That he rather enjoys X’rhun’s touch, no matter where it lay on his body.
But even so, his eyes are still roving, sharp and darkly amused, paradoxical to anything that might show even the smallest tinge of affection. He has no reply, and the Six know he barely needed anything like affirmation from the other man — Ardyn gives in to his own eagerness, his own damnably heated impatience, giving X’rhun one final kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, before straightening and letting his hands wander downwards. His touch is forceful this time, the way he shifts and moves his friend’s body, one hand gripping at a hip, while the other positions himself.
And he’s just as rough when he takes him. It should be no surprise to X’rhun that Ardyn cares only to sate himself in moments like these, to fulfill his own desires, which he lets loose from their tight reins, allowing him to ravish the man utterly and completely. No reprieve, no stopping the harsh grip that allows nails to dig into skin. Ardyn rocks against him hard, until he’s finally utterly spent, until even his own breathing has become uneven, and all that tension and want is finally, mercifully gone with his release.
A moment is taken to recover, just the sound of their breathing between them, and the telltale musk of sex and exertion. No clever quips from Ardyn or anything else said, not until his mind pulls itself out of that pleasurable haze.]
[ Being with Ardyn is like being caught in a storm. A maelstrom of scraping teeth and a sting of nails on flesh, and an animal sort of want that leaves no room for affection at all. After all these months, it is… familiar, and not entirely unwelcome, even as it pulls him under and threatens to drown him.
The way Ardyn claims him with a desperate sort of ferocity, chasing his own release with no concern at all for X’rhun, is enough to extinguish that flicker of uncertain warmth from but a moment ago. He is dragged once again into the raging wind and rain. If there is anything else on his mind at all, it quickly gutters and goes out as he is left to once again cling to the bedding, to Ardyn, until at last Ardyn is spent and breathing heavily.
He lets the moment after stretch, lets the hazy warmth settle between them both for a while before he deigns to break the silence. ]
I don’t remember there being much purring in all that.
[ Said lazily, but teasingly, his voice a low rumble. He’s purring now, at least. ]
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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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His moan of relief and pleasure is caught by Ardyn’s lips, their mouths crashing together as Ardyn works him over with the very clear intent to let him fall this time – no more of this slow teasing and dizzying torture. No, this is a frenzy of sloppy kisses and twitching hips, and long, cruelly talented fingers over feverish and too-sensitive skin.
Mayhap later, he might call the slow buildup worth it, but hazy and frantic as he is right now, all he can think is that it is about damn time. This precipice is a familiar one by now, and thank the gods that Ardyn does not wish to walk him back down. He doesn’t fall so much as takes a running leap, letting out a strangled, wordless noise against Ardyn’s lips, as he spills over Ardyn’s hand, over himself, and is left desperately trying to catch his breath in the wake of it all. ]
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Ardyn catches his friend’s lower lip over the scrape of teeth, feeling the man’s tension all but drain from him. He then laughs in earnest, his grinding roughly against flushed skin.]
Don’t fall to pieces just yet, dear one. [It’s hard to tell if the affectation is said purposefully or dismissively. Ardyn always walks that fine line in-between.] I’m not done with you yet.
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There is no affection here. There can't be. (And yet...)
He is snapped abruptly back to reality by the way Ardyn grinds against him, his own desire not yet sated, and those wicked words from his mouth. This he can deal with. This is normal. ]
No, I bet not.
[ His words are breathless, but amused. He untangles a hand from the bedding to slide his fingers through Ardyn's hair. ]
I'm all yours.
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But even so, his eyes are still roving, sharp and darkly amused, paradoxical to anything that might show even the smallest tinge of affection. He has no reply, and the Six know he barely needed anything like affirmation from the other man — Ardyn gives in to his own eagerness, his own damnably heated impatience, giving X’rhun one final kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, before straightening and letting his hands wander downwards. His touch is forceful this time, the way he shifts and moves his friend’s body, one hand gripping at a hip, while the other positions himself.
And he’s just as rough when he takes him. It should be no surprise to X’rhun that Ardyn cares only to sate himself in moments like these, to fulfill his own desires, which he lets loose from their tight reins, allowing him to ravish the man utterly and completely. No reprieve, no stopping the harsh grip that allows nails to dig into skin. Ardyn rocks against him hard, until he’s finally utterly spent, until even his own breathing has become uneven, and all that tension and want is finally, mercifully gone with his release.
A moment is taken to recover, just the sound of their breathing between them, and the telltale musk of sex and exertion. No clever quips from Ardyn or anything else said, not until his mind pulls itself out of that pleasurable haze.]
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The way Ardyn claims him with a desperate sort of ferocity, chasing his own release with no concern at all for X’rhun, is enough to extinguish that flicker of uncertain warmth from but a moment ago. He is dragged once again into the raging wind and rain. If there is anything else on his mind at all, it quickly gutters and goes out as he is left to once again cling to the bedding, to Ardyn, until at last Ardyn is spent and breathing heavily.
He lets the moment after stretch, lets the hazy warmth settle between them both for a while before he deigns to break the silence. ]
I don’t remember there being much purring in all that.
[ Said lazily, but teasingly, his voice a low rumble. He’s purring now, at least. ]
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