[Alivian gives him all the time he needs to hear those words, to digest them, and consider what it means to him. He feels that kiss far keener than a passing breeze, and lets out a soft huff of a laugh at the idea of "needing more than just a reward".]
All you are, and your presence in my life, is reward aplenty.
[He shifts closer, reaching up to graze fingertips against Sylus's nape, and then upward into the soft hair there that is incredibly similar in color to his own.]
Understand?
[His voice is low, and gently, deeply affectionate. He punctuates his simple reply with a soft kiss to his lips - chaste, but lingering with promise.]
[ the touch is almost feathery soft, light enough to keep him desiring more, and yet still enough to fulfill some vague, indiscernible need from within him. the heat of his touch remains even as his fingers brushes against his hair.
he returns the gesture with an equal amount of care, his touch is tender and soft, but also persisting, especially in the way it travels on alivian's chest, then his shoulders. he angles his head slightly, his lips pressing up against his again, then again. despite how gentle they are, each one seems to be escalation to the next. ]
Would I request that? I'd like to think I'm the only who can handle you.
[ per usual, his words carry on the lingering dynamic of a hunter and their prey. even if it couldn't be determined who was truly being tamed here. sylus doesn't seem to mind whichever it is, and his conviction is demonstrated in the weight of his touch on alivian's body, or the way in which he meets him for kiss after kiss.
the touch on his face makes his eyes dip lower, focused on capturing every detail of the man's body, as well as what expression he wears when he draws him closer like this. while he's taken it in stride, the way the other man leaves kisses on him like this makes him feel a bit more impatient.
he's moving to undo his cloak, then to his shirt. ] Good, because "I don't understand."
[ he says it while clearly knowing he's asking alivian to show him. ]
[Alivian hums as he's partially undressed, musing over each touch, each answered kiss in its hindsight. He opts to interrupt Sylus once more at that "I don't understand," but without words.
[He kisses him again, and this time lets some of his restraint slip away like water; a hint of teeth, and he's fumbling with one hand to awkwardly drop the seat back to give them more room to move. Mask cast aside, his brow knits in a mixture of concentration and open need.]
Get on my lap, facing me.
[It's not a command, nor one from his powers, but a request.]
[ itās fascinating to see that shift in desires. from something more placid, composed, and even— transformed into a mutual need for one another. while to some degree, it may have been pure biology, on the other, he can feel the steady rise in his rapid heartbeat. the blood coursing through his body keeps his touch warm, almost hot to touch.
heās caught up on the feeling of alivianās teeth and he releases a ragged exhale. the rise and fall of his chest shows that heās on that slim borderline of being beyond stimulated.
thereās no real rebuttal as he ends up shifting positions, allowing his knee between alivianās leg first, as he presses a hand against alivianās chest to better position himself. ] Are you trying to be buried under me? [ heās not serious, if just because he has confidence that alivian could hold his own. whether outside of the realm of their intimacy, orā¦
right in the middle of it.
he then moves his leg over, but not before rubbing himself against alivianās thighs. ]
Apologies for the wait. Brain's been in new and old OCs hell. ;w;
[Doing this in the car feels snug in a strange way, but it's far from unpleasant. As Sylus gets situated in his lap, with those little touches of pressure to tease him, or Sylus himself, his hands fly to his partner's hips to squeeze him there.]
Ngh... you could do that. Bury me with your heat... Overwhelm me and make it your name that is the only word I can scream.....
[He's rapidly feeling more excited, heartbeat a thunderous pounding against his chest, easily felt with his partner's hand there. He's excited all the more for this easily-seen layer to his reactions.]
Sylus...
[It's emphasis, and a plea, all in one.]
I welcome it-- your slow plucking against my reservations until all you see is the me beneath the walls I push up.
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All you are, and your presence in my life, is reward aplenty.
[He shifts closer, reaching up to graze fingertips against Sylus's nape, and then upward into the soft hair there that is incredibly similar in color to his own.]
Understand?
[His voice is low, and gently, deeply affectionate. He punctuates his simple reply with a soft kiss to his lips - chaste, but lingering with promise.]
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he returns the gesture with an equal amount of care, his touch is tender and soft, but also persisting, especially in the way it travels on alivian's chest, then his shoulders. he angles his head slightly, his lips pressing up against his again, then again. despite how gentle they are, each one seems to be escalation to the next. ]
If I say I don't, will you show me until I do?
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Of course. There's no reason why I would stop, unless you requested it.
[Another kiss, soft and sweet, and he gently bumps their noses together.]
You'll see. I'll show it to you even when, or if, you understand.
[His hands tenderly cradle Sylus's face, just so he can continue to gently pepper him with kisses, just like this.]
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[ per usual, his words carry on the lingering dynamic of a hunter and their prey. even if it couldn't be determined who was truly being tamed here. sylus doesn't seem to mind whichever it is, and his conviction is demonstrated in the weight of his touch on alivian's body, or the way in which he meets him for kiss after kiss.
the touch on his face makes his eyes dip lower, focused on capturing every detail of the man's body, as well as what expression he wears when he draws him closer like this. while he's taken it in stride, the way the other man leaves kisses on him like this makes him feel a bit more impatient.
he's moving to undo his cloak, then to his shirt. ] Good, because "I don't understand."
[ he says it while clearly knowing he's asking alivian to show him. ]
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[He kisses him again, and this time lets some of his restraint slip away like water; a hint of teeth, and he's fumbling with one hand to awkwardly drop the seat back to give them more room to move. Mask cast aside, his brow knits in a mixture of concentration and open need.]
Get on my lap, facing me.
[It's not a command, nor one from his powers, but a request.]
Need your weight on me.
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heās caught up on the feeling of alivianās teeth and he releases a ragged exhale. the rise and fall of his chest shows that heās on that slim borderline of being beyond stimulated.
thereās no real rebuttal as he ends up shifting positions, allowing his knee between alivianās leg first, as he presses a hand against alivianās chest to better position himself. ] Are you trying to be buried under me? [ heās not serious, if just because he has confidence that alivian could hold his own. whether outside of the realm of their intimacy, orā¦
right in the middle of it.
he then moves his leg over, but not before rubbing himself against alivianās thighs. ]
Apologies for the wait. Brain's been in new and old OCs hell. ;w;
Ngh... you could do that. Bury me with your heat... Overwhelm me and make it your name that is the only word I can scream.....
[He's rapidly feeling more excited, heartbeat a thunderous pounding against his chest, easily felt with his partner's hand there. He's excited all the more for this easily-seen layer to his reactions.]
Sylus...
[It's emphasis, and a plea, all in one.]
I welcome it-- your slow plucking against my reservations until all you see is the me beneath the walls I push up.