[ At least he's adequately positioned to watch, like this. Even when not attempting to put on a show, Viktor commands his attention. A bone-deep satisfaction fills him the more Viktor moves, the more he demands to be pleased takes what he doesn't know he's practically owed after countless lifetimes of Emet-Selch's far less gentle ministrations. Viktor is owed, Emet-Selch thinks wryly, countless evenings of this and it would never come close to evening out the scales.
It is not so bad to make the attempt, though; especially not when Viktor parts himself where he's blush-dark and wet and Emet-Selch doesn't bother to hide the pleased, low noise threatening to be a moan as he tilts his head in response to Viktor's obvious indication of where he should be. The clench, the shudders herald a second peak and Emet-Selch allows his head to rest back against the pillow, allows himself a proper breath and then goes back to nosing at the soft insides of Viktor's thigh. ]
Ah. [ Emet-Selch gives into the indulgence, presses teeth to flesh just to see warm, dark skin grow rosy with the imprint of his teeth, and then looks up at Viktor, indulgent. ] We'd find some difficulty there but not for lack of...enthusiasm.
[ Emet-Selch melts back into the bed, stretching one of the arms he'd contorted awkwardly to touch more of Viktor, flexing individual fingers and then just as soon as it's done brings them back like he cannot bear to stop touching if the option is made available to him. ]
If you require something inside you, that can be easily arranged.
[ The fingers tracing idle arcane marks against Viktor's thigh pauses in the motion pinky to index finger tapping in a slow order. ]
There are, you may be unsurprised to learn, spells to serve the same function but without the pesky flesh and blood cooperation bit. It has been an age but I am fairly certain I still recall them.
[ Basking in what slips under the veil from Viktor's side like a cat in sunlight, the only thing trade in return is loose-limbed, lazy satisfaction, and the edge of hunger, the awareness that once was not going to be enough, and Viktor is right there, close enough it would be a trifle to lean up, to pull Viktor's hips back down. ]
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It is not so bad to make the attempt, though; especially not when Viktor parts himself where he's blush-dark and wet and Emet-Selch doesn't bother to hide the pleased, low noise threatening to be a moan as he tilts his head in response to Viktor's obvious indication of where he should be. The clench, the shudders herald a second peak and Emet-Selch allows his head to rest back against the pillow, allows himself a proper breath and then goes back to nosing at the soft insides of Viktor's thigh. ]
Ah. [ Emet-Selch gives into the indulgence, presses teeth to flesh just to see warm, dark skin grow rosy with the imprint of his teeth, and then looks up at Viktor, indulgent. ] We'd find some difficulty there but not for lack of...enthusiasm.
[ Emet-Selch melts back into the bed, stretching one of the arms he'd contorted awkwardly to touch more of Viktor, flexing individual fingers and then just as soon as it's done brings them back like he cannot bear to stop touching if the option is made available to him. ]
If you require something inside you, that can be easily arranged.
[ The fingers tracing idle arcane marks against Viktor's thigh pauses in the motion pinky to index finger tapping in a slow order. ]
There are, you may be unsurprised to learn, spells to serve the same function but without the pesky flesh and blood cooperation bit. It has been an age but I am fairly certain I still recall them.
[ Basking in what slips under the veil from Viktor's side like a cat in sunlight, the only thing trade in return is loose-limbed, lazy satisfaction, and the edge of hunger, the awareness that once was not going to be enough, and Viktor is right there, close enough it would be a trifle to lean up, to pull Viktor's hips back down. ]