[ Noticing finally that Wriothesley is reaching for the cake, Kaveh is quick to finish his own food so that he can join him in enjoying it, cleaning up and then picking up his own smaller fork, waiting for the other man to eat first.
In response to the question, he pauses. Despite the conversation they had just before, he can't help but feel tempted... ]
What if we did both after all? I know you said wait and see how my body reacts, but... [ He shrugs. ] I dunno, I guess I'm feeling kind of confident about it.
( The cake is promptly sliced as Kaveh tidies up the side of his table, then he cuts each slice to bite sized squares and arranges them on a clean plate. There’s no restaurant in the surface that could ever make him as content as a date like this in his room. It’s the company that matters, and the fact Kaveh chose to stay. )
Hooh. I don’t mind doing both. I’ll apply extra cryo to numb out any of the nerves. It’s what I did whenever I got hurt in the past. Maybe you’ll end up liking it.
[ Kaveh nods— and then reaches across to nudge Wriothesley slightly as he rolls his eyes. ]
You've done it for me, too. When I got beat up. I didn't like it then.
[ Of course, he's not thinking about how out of it he was at that time. He doesn't want to dwell on that whole thing too much anyway, and so he picks up one of the squares between two fingers and holds it out with a smile, tapping it to the other man's lips. ]
( He doesn’t linger on the subject either, avoids like a hot flame coming too close to taking away this celebration from them. He smiles at him, nudging him back in the name of flirtation, leaning close so he can open his mouth around the fluffy piece.
And he takes more than just the cake. With it, he also nips at Kaveh’s index finger ever so briefly. Cant he have a side of Kaveh with dessert? )
[ Kaveh laughs, and withdraws his fingers to gently boop the end of Wriothesley's nose. ]
Be good, Your Grace. My nipples aren't going to pierce themselves if you get yourself too excited to do it.
[ But that doesn't stop him from holding eye contact as he licks the last little remnants of the frosting off his fingers either, tongue tracing over the same patch of skin the warden nipped at just moments before. ]
( He blinks in response to the nose tap, offering a quick smile while he indulged to another piece for himself. He can still smell the fresh scent of it coming out of the oven.
Kaveh thinks he’ll just get away with licking frosting off of his finger like that and not face repercussions? He takes his wrist tightly with a smirk, pulling his hand close to his mouth to draw his tongue languidly up his finger. His eyes are knowingly settled onto his and he’s fighting a smile, rolling his tongue around his limb before sucking the tip of it. )
[ A sharp catch of his breath is what cuts him off when Wriothesley's tongue draws up his finger, and the temptation to let his eyes fall closed is there, but he keeps them stubbornly open, just as fixed on his lover's as his lover's are on him, although his teeth do press into his lower lip as he sighs. ]
Mn. You just can't let me— [ another catch as the other sucks at the tip of his finger, and Kaveh glares at him. ]
( His lips twitch with a smirk, holding onto that beautiful red gaze while savoring around his finger. That's exactly where Kaveh had previously licked frosting off and he can still feel the aftertaste of sugar and his saliva. He treats that finger as well as he might treat his cock, plunging it farther down into his mouth and sucking. He only hums out a response through his vocal chords, resonating vibrations in his throat. It almost sounds like half a laugh, and humor shines in his eyes. )
[ The word slips out from between Kaveh's lips before he can stop himself, and it's likely clear to Wriothesley from the way he writhes in his chair just how affected he's quickly being. The other's mouth around his finger feels divine in a way that makes him crave it around his cock, and Kaveh thinks he could pull his hand back, but he doesn't want to. ]
Wriothesley— mn. Ah— you know you're entirely too wicked? If you're gonna do that, why don't you.. mm.
( His brow flinches up at the mention of the word and then he closes his eyes. This is how he ends Kaveh, rolling up his tongue up his finger, and then down between the two, up the other and then sucking them both in. He doesn't plunge too low just so he can avoid his gag reflex. When he can't feel the taste of sugar anymore, he pulls back from them with a proud smile. )
Am I? I couldn't let you clean off the frosting all by yourself. You should be thanking me, Kaveh.
[ Even though Wriothesley closes his eyes, he'll still very much hear the next sharp intake of Kaveh's breath, the way the blonde writhes uncomfortably against the seat. It's pathetic how easily the other has made him start to harden, especially once his mouth closes around two fingers at once, and Kaveh is unable to take his eyes off him.
Fuck, he's hot.
A soft sound surfaces on his lips as the elder pulls away with a smile, and he glares in return, shifting uncomfortably once more on his seat. ]
Why would I thank you when you're making me horny?
[ It's more of a whine than he would like. Honestly, he should just smear some of the frosting on his dick— ]
( That hitched breath of air is the sign he needs to make him feel proud as ever about the utter power he has over Kaveh. His beautiful Kaveh. Wriothesley sits back against his chair, smirk wide, as he begins tidying up the empty plates. He drinks some tea, giving Kaveh a certain type of glance that spells it all. )
Why are you upset? If that turned you on, shouldn't you be double thanking me? Let's see it.
( He leans over, trying to peek down at his pants but giving himself a hard time just to give Kaveh some space. And time to get his words together. Go ahead, Kaveh. Tell him what you want. Maybe little by little, Kaveh will get used to being treated like a god after all. )
[ For a moment, Kaveh just stares at him in stunned silence. It's funny, isn't it, how he can put the moves all over someone when it doesn't matter quite as much as this does? He swallows, and licks his lips, and in response to Wriothesley's all-but-demand, he pushes his chair back from the table slightly, canting his hips up just slightly so that the other man will be able to see the way they tent out. ]
Double thanking you? It depends— are you gonna leave me like this?
[ It's the closest he's gotten to saying what he actually wants, and even then it's a direct answer to Wriothesley's question.
Still, progress of a kind, anyway.
Crimson eyes lift to the warden's face, watching, as his hands flutter over his own lap, fighting the urge to touch. ]
( He'll tease him until the end of time any chance he gets, that much is clear. Even if Wriothesley is the perpetrator, but it wouldn't be such an issue if Kaveh kept focus.
He inches closer to him on his chair, looking at the fabric tensing outward fighting for its life to snap Kaveh free. If there is any hesitation in him it might have to do with feeling somewhat insecure about his, well, cocksucking ability. He knows he can make Kaveh cum and that's more than enough for him, but is it what Kaveh is used to?
He rises from the chair just to lower himself on his knees. Both hands land over Kaveh's thighs, sliding up and around the heated tent. The mess that they are, turning back on plan after plan for the sake of putting their hands and mouths all over each other. Wriothesley lets out a soft laugh, glancing up at his face and back down, sneaking both hands in over the hem of his pants to scoop him out between the split zipper. )
[ Again, the words are shot at Wriothesley without much venom. How can he be expected to keep focus when his stupidly handsome boyfriend is sucking on his fingers like there's no tomorrow?
He's expecting the other to keep teasing him, though, not to get to his feet and then sink onto his knees, a movement that makes the blonde's lips part in a soft, silent "oh". Teeth press into his lower lip, garnet eyes watching in eager hunger as he bites back a litany of soft sounds, answering each fleeting touch, each movement of Wriothesley's hand as he moves around him, undoes his zipper, reaches into his pants to pull him free. ]
I wouldn't be surprised if you could be, if the mood struck you.
[ It's about as much as he can manage as he watches in silence, waiting. ]
Not mine. ( He says so confidently, gazing down over Kaveh's tip, darkened and rosy. He is truly insatiable and like this he can admire his beauty in another way. In a masculine, submitting way, wrapping his hand around the girth snugly so he can offer a few playful strokes, inching down his foreskin to reveal even more of him. )
But you're right.
( Wriothesley has seen plenty of naked men in his life, in the showers and lockers but Kaveh is truly someone he could stare at for hours and not tire. The golden hairs above his cock shimmer, almost, and his skin is always smooth. He lowers himself down to give the head an experimental lick, tasting his unique tang, almost bitter with some sweet undertones. He never truly focused on it before, perhaps he still has frosting on his tongue that is messing up the, well, flavor profile. He rolls the tongue around it, pushing down on the flesh and between his slit, making wet sounds and humming, doing exactly as he had done to his finger moments before. )
I can't help myself around you, that's your fault.
How— [ The tone starts indignant, but he falls silent as he just watches Wriothesley admire him in silence for a moment or two, a warm flush raising on his cheeks. ] Wriothesley—
[ And then he cuts himself off again as that wicked tongue brushes up along his head, making his eyes flutter closed in pleasure, reaching both hands to tangle in the older man's hair, never tight enough to push him or hurt him, but as an anchor to keep Kaveh steady against the sudden pleasure flooding his system. ]
W-wait, how is it my fault if you can't help yourself—?
[ His lover joked before, but it's not as if he's really some kind of deity for the other to worship. He's just Kaveh— there's nothing that special about him, not really. ]
( He responds to nothing in particular, focused solely on the sound of Kaveh’s voice and how his dick reacts to his tongue. He strokes down it some, squeezing the hardness in his hand while keeping his lips pursed and pressed around it.
He closed his eyes to the sensation of Kaveh’s hands through his hair, breathing in, and letting his hot breath exhale over the tip. His other hand tries pulling down the fabric of his pants more, cupping his balls carefully and massaging beneath their weight. He’s by no means an expert, doing this to someone is going to vary even if he knows what might feel good— but he knows how to read Kaveh’s movements. )
[ Truth be told, it hardly matters to Kaveh that Wriothesley would consider himself as not an expert. What matters to him is that the older man wants to do this to him where just months ago he was telling him he didn't do this sort of thing at all.
His willingness means that everything feels good, something that hopefully isn't too confusing for Wriothesley as every one of his touches has Kaveh writhing and arching under him, and he knows the other is going slow on purpose, to explore and figure what feels best for him, but it promises to drive him as crazy as the sensation of his fingers being tormented by that skilled, teasing tongue. ]
( Kaveh's libido is something to fear, truly, but it works out for the two. Being this active practically daily is... Nice. New. His lips tighten around the head to suck the pleasure out of him, tasting every note of him as saliva trickles down the rest. He cleans him off contently, lapping the blade of his tongue around his girth so he can also catch his breath. It wouldn't be rude to pass on swallowing, would it? As long as he gets him off it's fine, right? He glances up at him, popping away from the head like candy so he can start pumping him roughly with his hand. )
[ If it weren't for the fact that Kaveh's entire body is running on his hindbrain right now, he'd probably shoot Wriothesley a Look. He's positive that the warden heard him and pretended not to— but with the other on him, first mouth and now hand, he can't focus for long enough to accuse him of it.
Instead, he leans back in his seat with a low groan, lifting one hand away from Wriothesley's hair to slide over his mouth instead, muffling the sounds he's making as he whimpers, head tilting back.
It doesn't matter what he said, not really. Even if Wriothesley really didn't hear— ]
( Almost— He hopes his skill alone can bring Kaveh to an explosive mess. Wriothesley admires him easing back and holding back precious sounds, filling the rest with the wet squelch of his cock as he strokes vigorously and fast. It was his fault that he got all hot and bothered after all, and he’s full of pride knowing he holds this much power on him.
He rolls his tongue around his head as he strokes him, leaving him clean off of his precum at least. It’s not as bad as he ever imagined in the past, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. What matters is he loves him. He pulls his head back again, gasping, and reaching out for a tissue while his stays busy. )
[ The pace picks up, and Kaveh's teeth press into the skin of his wrist, and the sharp whimper that cuts through is muffled and weak. He can feel himself nearing his peak, that ever-familiar tightness in his abdomen and balls, and his fingers tighten in turn into Wriothesley's hair, his wrist pulling from his mouth with a gasp. ]
I... Wriothesley I'm close—
[ He's trying to warn him properly this time, trying to hold himself back so he doesn't just explode all over the other like he did last time. The warden teases him for his stamina, but he can hold it, he can—
He groans softly, eyes closing as his head tips back, trying to focus on something other than the sensation for a moment. ]
( Especially with how he feels the pulse of his cock against his hand, trying to hold back his orgasm for dear life. At least he was spent for the most part previously, so he doesn't expect him to deliver him with much. He straightens up again, though he still keeps his gaze down as he's stroking along, quick and loud. His other hand keeps the tissue at hand just in case. )
Your stamina is one thing, but at least you recover fast, huh? Or do you like me that much?
( Ah yeah, some more teasing for the boyfriend while he's beating down on his cock, why not. )
[ The irritability in his tone can hardly be matched... but its meaning is immediately ruined in the way he cums— not dry, but not much either, a few pathetic strands of white over the fingers that work over him. But his bodily reaction is as powerful as ever, a tensing followed by a sharp, shaky moan, a tip of his head as he bites his lip, chest heaving. ]
Fuck... mn, you are such a jerk.
[ He doesn't mean it, not really. Maybe a little, but how can he really really really mean it when the pleasure is flooding every last cell in his body? ]
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In response to the question, he pauses. Despite the conversation they had just before, he can't help but feel tempted... ]
What if we did both after all? I know you said wait and see how my body reacts, but... [ He shrugs. ] I dunno, I guess I'm feeling kind of confident about it.
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Hooh. I don’t mind doing both. I’ll apply extra cryo to numb out any of the nerves. It’s what I did whenever I got hurt in the past. Maybe you’ll end up liking it.
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You've done it for me, too. When I got beat up. I didn't like it then.
[ Of course, he's not thinking about how out of it he was at that time. He doesn't want to dwell on that whole thing too much anyway, and so he picks up one of the squares between two fingers and holds it out with a smile, tapping it to the other man's lips. ]
Here.
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( He doesn’t linger on the subject either, avoids like a hot flame coming too close to taking away this celebration from them. He smiles at him, nudging him back in the name of flirtation, leaning close so he can open his mouth around the fluffy piece.
And he takes more than just the cake. With it, he also nips at Kaveh’s index finger ever so briefly. Cant he have a side of Kaveh with dessert? )
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Be good, Your Grace. My nipples aren't going to pierce themselves if you get yourself too excited to do it.
[ But that doesn't stop him from holding eye contact as he licks the last little remnants of the frosting off his fingers either, tongue tracing over the same patch of skin the warden nipped at just moments before. ]
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( He blinks in response to the nose tap, offering a quick smile while he indulged to another piece for himself. He can still smell the fresh scent of it coming out of the oven.
Kaveh thinks he’ll just get away with licking frosting off of his finger like that and not face repercussions? He takes his wrist tightly with a smirk, pulling his hand close to his mouth to draw his tongue languidly up his finger. His eyes are knowingly settled onto his and he’s fighting a smile, rolling his tongue around his limb before sucking the tip of it. )
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[ A sharp catch of his breath is what cuts him off when Wriothesley's tongue draws up his finger, and the temptation to let his eyes fall closed is there, but he keeps them stubbornly open, just as fixed on his lover's as his lover's are on him, although his teeth do press into his lower lip as he sighs. ]
Mn. You just can't let me— [ another catch as the other sucks at the tip of his finger, and Kaveh glares at him. ]
—and you call me a brat...
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Hm... ♥
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[ The word slips out from between Kaveh's lips before he can stop himself, and it's likely clear to Wriothesley from the way he writhes in his chair just how affected he's quickly being. The other's mouth around his finger feels divine in a way that makes him crave it around his cock, and Kaveh thinks he could pull his hand back, but he doesn't want to. ]
Wriothesley— mn. Ah— you know you're entirely too wicked? If you're gonna do that, why don't you.. mm.
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Am I? I couldn't let you clean off the frosting all by yourself. You should be thanking me, Kaveh.
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Fuck, he's hot.
A soft sound surfaces on his lips as the elder pulls away with a smile, and he glares in return, shifting uncomfortably once more on his seat. ]
Why would I thank you when you're making me horny?
[ It's more of a whine than he would like. Honestly, he should just smear some of the frosting on his dick— ]
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Why are you upset? If that turned you on, shouldn't you be double thanking me? Let's see it.
( He leans over, trying to peek down at his pants but giving himself a hard time just to give Kaveh some space. And time to get his words together. Go ahead, Kaveh. Tell him what you want. Maybe little by little, Kaveh will get used to being treated like a god after all. )
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Double thanking you? It depends— are you gonna leave me like this?
[ It's the closest he's gotten to saying what he actually wants, and even then it's a direct answer to Wriothesley's question.
Still, progress of a kind, anyway.
Crimson eyes lift to the warden's face, watching, as his hands flutter over his own lap, fighting the urge to touch. ]
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( He'll tease him until the end of time any chance he gets, that much is clear. Even if Wriothesley is the perpetrator, but it wouldn't be such an issue if Kaveh kept focus.
He inches closer to him on his chair, looking at the fabric tensing outward fighting for its life to snap Kaveh free. If there is any hesitation in him it might have to do with feeling somewhat insecure about his, well, cocksucking ability. He knows he can make Kaveh cum and that's more than enough for him, but is it what Kaveh is used to?
He rises from the chair just to lower himself on his knees. Both hands land over Kaveh's thighs, sliding up and around the heated tent. The mess that they are, turning back on plan after plan for the sake of putting their hands and mouths all over each other. Wriothesley lets out a soft laugh, glancing up at his face and back down, sneaking both hands in over the hem of his pants to scoop him out between the split zipper. )
You don't think I'm that cruel, do you?
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[ Again, the words are shot at Wriothesley without much venom. How can he be expected to keep focus when his stupidly handsome boyfriend is sucking on his fingers like there's no tomorrow?
He's expecting the other to keep teasing him, though, not to get to his feet and then sink onto his knees, a movement that makes the blonde's lips part in a soft, silent "oh". Teeth press into his lower lip, garnet eyes watching in eager hunger as he bites back a litany of soft sounds, answering each fleeting touch, each movement of Wriothesley's hand as he moves around him, undoes his zipper, reaches into his pants to pull him free. ]
I wouldn't be surprised if you could be, if the mood struck you.
[ It's about as much as he can manage as he watches in silence, waiting. ]
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( He says so confidently, gazing down over Kaveh's tip, darkened and rosy. He is truly insatiable and like this he can admire his beauty in another way. In a masculine, submitting way, wrapping his hand around the girth snugly so he can offer a few playful strokes, inching down his foreskin to reveal even more of him. )
But you're right.
( Wriothesley has seen plenty of naked men in his life, in the showers and lockers but Kaveh is truly someone he could stare at for hours and not tire. The golden hairs above his cock shimmer, almost, and his skin is always smooth. He lowers himself down to give the head an experimental lick, tasting his unique tang, almost bitter with some sweet undertones. He never truly focused on it before, perhaps he still has frosting on his tongue that is messing up the, well, flavor profile. He rolls the tongue around it, pushing down on the flesh and between his slit, making wet sounds and humming, doing exactly as he had done to his finger moments before. )
I can't help myself around you, that's your fault.
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[ And then he cuts himself off again as that wicked tongue brushes up along his head, making his eyes flutter closed in pleasure, reaching both hands to tangle in the older man's hair, never tight enough to push him or hurt him, but as an anchor to keep Kaveh steady against the sudden pleasure flooding his system. ]
W-wait, how is it my fault if you can't help yourself—?
[ His lover joked before, but it's not as if he's really some kind of deity for the other to worship. He's just Kaveh— there's nothing that special about him, not really. ]
And you said my self-control is bad...
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( He responds to nothing in particular, focused solely on the sound of Kaveh’s voice and how his dick reacts to his tongue. He strokes down it some, squeezing the hardness in his hand while keeping his lips pursed and pressed around it.
He closed his eyes to the sensation of Kaveh’s hands through his hair, breathing in, and letting his hot breath exhale over the tip. His other hand tries pulling down the fabric of his pants more, cupping his balls carefully and massaging beneath their weight. He’s by no means an expert, doing this to someone is going to vary even if he knows what might feel good— but he knows how to read Kaveh’s movements. )
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His willingness means that everything feels good, something that hopefully isn't too confusing for Wriothesley as every one of his touches has Kaveh writhing and arching under him, and he knows the other is going slow on purpose, to explore and figure what feels best for him, but it promises to drive him as crazy as the sensation of his fingers being tormented by that skilled, teasing tongue. ]
Mn... you're not even listening to me, are you—
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What did you say?
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Instead, he leans back in his seat with a low groan, lifting one hand away from Wriothesley's hair to slide over his mouth instead, muffling the sounds he's making as he whimpers, head tilting back.
It doesn't matter what he said, not really. Even if Wriothesley really didn't hear— ]
Ah, fuck...
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He rolls his tongue around his head as he strokes him, leaving him clean off of his precum at least. It’s not as bad as he ever imagined in the past, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. What matters is he loves him. He pulls his head back again, gasping, and reaching out for a tissue while his stays busy. )
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I... Wriothesley I'm close—
[ He's trying to warn him properly this time, trying to hold himself back so he doesn't just explode all over the other like he did last time. The warden teases him for his stamina, but he can hold it, he can—
He groans softly, eyes closing as his head tips back, trying to focus on something other than the sensation for a moment. ]
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( Especially with how he feels the pulse of his cock against his hand, trying to hold back his orgasm for dear life. At least he was spent for the most part previously, so he doesn't expect him to deliver him with much. He straightens up again, though he still keeps his gaze down as he's stroking along, quick and loud. His other hand keeps the tissue at hand just in case. )
Your stamina is one thing, but at least you recover fast, huh?
Or do you like me that much?
( Ah yeah, some more teasing for the boyfriend while he's beating down on his cock, why not. )
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[ The irritability in his tone can hardly be matched... but its meaning is immediately ruined in the way he cums— not dry, but not much either, a few pathetic strands of white over the fingers that work over him. But his bodily reaction is as powerful as ever, a tensing followed by a sharp, shaky moan, a tip of his head as he bites his lip, chest heaving. ]
Fuck... mn, you are such a jerk.
[ He doesn't mean it, not really. Maybe a little, but how can he really really really mean it when the pleasure is flooding every last cell in his body? ]
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