[His finger curls slightly, testing how Fandaniel takes the intrusion while circling his prostate, though not directly stimulating it. That sigh— already Nishi can tell his restraint is being mistaken for indulgence. Typical. Maybe he should stuff those panties in his mouth and shut him up for a bit.
He tips his head to one side as he listens to him chatter away. Fandaniel wants roughness, wants cruelty dressed as intimacy, but he won't get to dictate the pace. Not here. Not with him.]
You must think this is restraint. You'd do well not to confuse patience for gentleness.
[He twists his wrist just so, pressing deeper, pressing rough against sensitive insides just to punctuate his point. Conversation, he decides, is fair enough, for now. Fandaniel is easy to keep talking, easier still to gauge how much he can handle when gradually brought to heel under the weight of intimacy.
It won't be too terribly long before he presses into him with a second finger, though still not deliberately unkind.]
Perhaps so. That, or this "Father" is an especially perverse man with no right to dictate how we use our bodies. Your take is more charitable.
[ He did offer to do whatever Nishi wanted of him; if it's to sigh and flutter his eyelashes, he shall, and if it's to twist and beg for him to be rough and bruising, then that he will do all the same. It isn't as though he'll be unhappy with either or anything in between, although he does consider those words.
There's an amused huff, though soon followed by hips hitching up a hint, back arching slightly, at the pressing and prodding of Nishi's finger. The huff turns into a sharp intake of breath, and he bites his lip a moment, trying to keep his thoughts on track. ]
I daresay I wouldn't be expecting gentleness from you in— [ There's the second finger. He cuts off, eyes squeezing shut. There's some pain now, in how he's being stretched open, but it'll pass. ] –in any case. Ahha, perhaps we should turn away from discussing this tower's god lest we draw its attention this way.
[Right. Words only carry them so far under the press of heat, of arousal that manacles them to one another. Nishi's fingers shift, turning to deliberate strokes against Fandaniel's prostate, slow sweeps punctuated by rougher thrusts to work him open.
It hurts, he knows it does, but Fandaniel has had more than his share of pain today. He has no reason to drag this out, no reason to linger in chatter when the air between them is already frayed thin.]
I have no expectation of you remaining quiet.
[—The murmur lands just before he leans in, cutting the words short, sealing their mouths together. Their tongues tangle, and Fandaniel's finally given something better to occupy himself with than endless chatter. Nishi lets the kiss consume the space between them, grounding him in sensation, in the pull of flesh and heat rather than in ruin.]
[ Simple enough to lose themselves in the press of bodies against one another, and Fandaniel can see no reason to hold off from tumbling over that precipice any longer. When he did anything like this last, he wonders, idly, before even that thought is banished to the recesses of his mind by Nishi's probing fingers.
Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]
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He tips his head to one side as he listens to him chatter away. Fandaniel wants roughness, wants cruelty dressed as intimacy, but he won't get to dictate the pace. Not here. Not with him.]
You must think this is restraint. You'd do well not to confuse patience for gentleness.
[He twists his wrist just so, pressing deeper, pressing rough against sensitive insides just to punctuate his point. Conversation, he decides, is fair enough, for now. Fandaniel is easy to keep talking, easier still to gauge how much he can handle when gradually brought to heel under the weight of intimacy.
It won't be too terribly long before he presses into him with a second finger, though still not deliberately unkind.]
Perhaps so. That, or this "Father" is an especially perverse man with no right to dictate how we use our bodies. Your take is more charitable.
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There's an amused huff, though soon followed by hips hitching up a hint, back arching slightly, at the pressing and prodding of Nishi's finger. The huff turns into a sharp intake of breath, and he bites his lip a moment, trying to keep his thoughts on track. ]
I daresay I wouldn't be expecting gentleness from you in— [ There's the second finger. He cuts off, eyes squeezing shut. There's some pain now, in how he's being stretched open, but it'll pass. ] –in any case. Ahha, perhaps we should turn away from discussing this tower's god lest we draw its attention this way.
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It hurts, he knows it does, but Fandaniel has had more than his share of pain today. He has no reason to drag this out, no reason to linger in chatter when the air between them is already frayed thin.]
I have no expectation of you remaining quiet.
[—The murmur lands just before he leans in, cutting the words short, sealing their mouths together. Their tongues tangle, and Fandaniel's finally given something better to occupy himself with than endless chatter. Nishi lets the kiss consume the space between them, grounding him in sensation, in the pull of flesh and heat rather than in ruin.]
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Every brush past his prostate has him sighing and twisting his hips against those fingers, and every sudden thrust has his hips jerking, dragging louder pants for air from his mouth, at least until Nishi claims that as his own, too, and stifles his soft sounds. All that work isn't without its own payoff, of course, with how stiff that cock under the layers of gauzy maid dress is, dragging against the cloth with every twitch of his hips and arch of his back.
His hand shifts away from brushing over firm muscle and back up to join the other hand with fingers tangled in Nishi's soft blonde hair, pulling him down into the kiss as though that might even be needed. His tongue clashes with Nishi's, pressing for dominance over it even as the other man dominates the rest of him. ]