[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. ]
[There's something lazy about his look, the way he tilts his head and lets his hair fall into his face as he grins down at X'rhun, shifting away from him.]
You seem to be making up for it now, hm? It means I've done something right. Perhaps several somethings?
[Ardyn is a bit quicker about removing himself from the mattress, lazily ready to begin his own process of clean-up and getting dressed again. However, he does pause briefly, giving X'rhun a quick, skeptically amused look before he rises.]
Well, one of us does have to leave here eventually.
[ It takes him a moment more to summon up the effort to get off the bed, making for the washroom. ]
Surely it wouldn’t kill you to linger after our little encounters – I can’t imagine you have anything terribly urgent to tend to that you cannot grace me with your company for a while longer.
[Then that means it's Ardyn's turn, and he stands up, ambling on by, though pausing before he passes X'rhun.]
We'll see.
[That sounds a lot like something people who are attached do, X'rhun, and Ardyn is quite allergic to the idea. Of even letting such a thing germinate in his mind by giving it thought; too dangerous, too much vulnerability wrapped up in the very idea.
He passes into the washroom without another word for now.]
[ That’s all he can ask for, at this point. He knows well how Ardyn shies away from even the thought of connection, as if there were not already invisible strands looping them together, twining and tangling since X’rhun began to piece together the whole of Ardyn’s sordid past and made the choice to have some misplaced measure of faith in him, regardless.
But, as ever, when things edge a bit to close to the sort of genuine that is like to scare Ardyn away, he offers up a joke, instead. ]
I don’t know why you’re so hesitant. I am delightful company.
[The jokes usually do work to bring Ardyn back into the conversation, a gentle tug into territory that X’rhun is well-aware that he tries to give a wide berth to. His voice radiates from the washroom as a reply.]
You are delightful company. Oh, but you know how I am; ever the capricious sort.
[ He breathes out a laugh at that, opting to plop back down on the bed to make himself at home rather than begin the process of getting dressed again. ]
I’m beginning to believe you’ve more feline in you than I do, my friend.
[ This coming from the guy who recently discovered he can turn into a cat. ]
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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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You seem to be making up for it now, hm? It means I've done something right. Perhaps several somethings?
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[ He will need to move eventually, to clean himself up if nothing else, but he needs a moment to just lie here. ]
So, what happens now? Are you kicking me out or are you going to up and leave your own room?
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Well, one of us does have to leave here eventually.
[That's totally not what X'rhun was getting at.]
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[ It takes him a moment more to summon up the effort to get off the bed, making for the washroom. ]
Surely it wouldn’t kill you to linger after our little encounters – I can’t imagine you have anything terribly urgent to tend to that you cannot grace me with your company for a while longer.
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He calls after him as he disappears to clean up.]
So you'd have me linger for the sake of idle chatter? I didn't know you were much for pillow talk.
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[ Called over his shoulder from the other room. ]
Besides, it’s not as if we don’t engage in idle chatter with our clothes on. Variety is the spice of life, as they say.
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And is that what you want, X'rhun?
[See, now he's asked.]
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I’d not have brought it up otherwise. I’m not asking for much, Ardyn, just that you simply do not up and leave the instant we’re through.
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We'll see.
[That sounds a lot like something people who are attached do, X'rhun, and Ardyn is quite allergic to the idea. Of even letting such a thing germinate in his mind by giving it thought; too dangerous, too much vulnerability wrapped up in the very idea.
He passes into the washroom without another word for now.]
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But, as ever, when things edge a bit to close to the sort of genuine that is like to scare Ardyn away, he offers up a joke, instead. ]
I don’t know why you’re so hesitant. I am delightful company.
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You are delightful company. Oh, but you know how I am; ever the capricious sort.
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I’m beginning to believe you’ve more feline in you than I do, my friend.
[ This coming from the guy who recently discovered he can turn into a cat. ]