middaeg | You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

Mmn, no, not all. Not by far. [Everett responds with a light, but promising tone. Another, shorter kiss. The hand not in Dazai's hair slinks forward, palming flat down the other man's chest in a languid motion]

I suppose what I want depends on you more than anything. I'm not going to get on my knees if you're a one-and-done sort. [another hum, playfully sizing Dazai up]

You don't seem that kind. You're a lively man, aren't you? [and would reciprocate in some way, at least, if Dazai wanted any hope of returning to Everett's bed, he wouldn't leave the older man in the cold so to speak]

One and done? [Oh.

Well, Dazai can't say he doesn't give off that sort of vibe, but that's not the case right now. With a chuckle:]

I'm not like that, don't worry! [He's just not one to commit, for various reasons.] But I am kind.

[He'll make a point to run his fingers through the other man's hair, playfully, as he adds:]

I'm lively, too. Quite lively.

If that's so, then I shall treat you. I'll be counting on that to be well reciprocated. [he teases, giving one longer, lewd kiss to punctuate. When that breaks, his lips still wet form it, Everett crawls off the man's lap to rest on his knees. He opens Dazai's thighs to fit between, reaching to undo the man's belt and pants.

Revealing Dazai's cock, he gives it a long look up and down the length. It's always a curious moment, seeing someone exposed for the first time. A curious moment that always turns Everett on.]

Go ahead and count on it. I won't disappoint you.

[That kiss leaves Dazai wanting more, as evidenced by his reaction of leaning forward quite a bit -- nearly toppling over. He manages to catch himself, though, and his eyes simply fall to Everett's hands. When his length is exposed to the air of the room, he lets out a quiet gasp, and then --]

You seem to be inspecting me. Were you expecting that to be bandaged, too?

[Okay, that's get a real laugh out of Everett.]

No, no, I hadn't thought that! I would have been quite surprised, had that been the case. [Everett continues to smile, enjoying the the laughter and breezy mood. He kisses the tip of Dazai's cock and laps it over with his tongue, eyes lidded upward to the man to seek some approval. Everett knows he's a pretty face to have between one's legs.]

[Now the thought of bandaging his own cock to match pretty much everything else is stuck in Dazai's mind, and he laughs, too. Which is inappropriate to do with someone between his legs, but --

Wouldn't necessarily be the first time he's done so. The laughter doesn't last long, at least, and he soon finds himself closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as he feels the other man begin to work his magic.]

Ah -- good start...

[Everett gives one more lick over his own lips before taking the man's cock into his mouth. He moves slowly along the length, not out of caution, but enjoyment. The bitter taste of flesh is worth savoring, Everett sensitive in the best ways to it. His tongue rubs the tip, lapping away precum, working up the place he's sure will get the most reaction.

A good reaction, he's sure... Everett's clearly experienced at this, as he promised. A moment later, he's languidly bobbing his head away before further down, taking just a bit more further inside, lips wet and tight around the shaft. There's absolutely no rushing through this, that would a shame.]

[Well, Everett's talents are pretty much instantly apparent, as evidenced by how smoothly and easily he takes Dazai into his mouth; it's also evidenced by the enthusiastic moan that leaves Dazai's lips when most of his length is taken.

Truth be told, he himself has very little experience in giving with another man, but he knows what it's like to receive. He's not a stranger to that at all, what with many, many one-night stands with wooed women back home. None of those encounters were that memorable, however, so he's selfishly hoping that this one will be. Since he'd ideally like to have some reliable partners in this world.

As Everett continues, Dazai shifts and leans forward a little so that he can rest a hand atop the other man's head, soon digging his fingers through his hair.]

[Gentle pets to his hair? Yes, please, more of that. Everett's expression turns to a rather cute smile, lewd though the act may be. He obviously enjoys the affection of it, both in giving such pleasure and being doted on during the act. His hair is very soft and fluffy, the only oddity, if Dazai feels around enough, are the two bumps upon his scalp. The start of those horns he had in the dream they shared, more than likely.

Working up a rhythm, the older man is bobbing his head in smooth motions. His tongue rolls in perfect time with the suction behind lips held tight. Another hum as he searches with his hands, dipping them further into Dazai's slacks to cup and fondle his balls, which he's sure are feeling tense and desire attention of their own.]

[Dazai will continue to run his fingers through the other man's hair, eventually feeling one of those small bumps. He thinks back to their shared dream a moment, even if thinking is admittedly difficult, and puts two-and-two together. The horns.

He's undergoing changes, too, so this isn't strange. It should be, and would be in any other instance, but this world is just strange overall. These are things he has a feeling he'll experience many, many times.

What's happening with his cock is still wonderful, and he lets out a few soft moans throughout the attention he's receiving. Which doesn't faze him; he can be loud, he doesn't care if anyone hears, though the cottages are separated from one another so the chance of that is minimal.

Once his balls are given attention, he tenses up, his fingers actually digging and scraping against Everett's scalp.]

Oh!

[Everett needs to break away at that, lewd pop of his lips separating them briefly. He puts a stern tone on, but it's too breathy to be all that serious. Taste was always a sensitivity of Everett's, so oral gets him turned on like nothing else quite does.]

Mmm- Sir... mind your fingers. The start of those horns is most... discomforting. [he didn't hate nor love his hair to be pulled, in general, usually he would allow it without a fuss. However, the ache of those horns takes him out of the moment.

He hands, however, will continue to massage his balls while his mouth is separated. That got quite the reaction!]

Not used to such attention, Dazai?

[A little bit taken back by the sudden and abrupt end to the attention he'd been receiving, Dazai groans softly and shakes his head, pulling his hand away from the other man's scalp.]

They're painful? [Of course, his mind goes right to his friend, who'll be undergoing a very similar change. He's not really keen on thinking about anyone while having any form of sex, though, so he sighs and clenches his eyes shut so that thought leaves his head completely. Once it does, he says:]

I'll avoid touching you there, then.

[And then he gasps, tensing up his thighs slightly.]

It's been a while. [With a chuckle:] Longer than I'm used to.

Mmn, you may caress my hair, lad. I should even insist. I quite like that. [he hums and gives Dazai's cock another doting sort of kiss]

No pulling, is all. Or touching along my scalp, is all. [pet him and tell him he's pretty, Dazai!! He deserves it. And he's back to the act, having caught his breath some even. His lips take the whole length of the back within, this time, reveling in the tickle caused in the back of his throat.

Everett is aching hard himself, his pants straining the state he's in is mostly obscured by his tunic. Hiding such things behind so many layers of clothing would better keep him focused. Dazai's pleasure first, then his own]

[Lad. He's certainly not used to being called that; in fact, he'd called his protege that upon their first meeting -- so, needless to say, that term elicits a quiet chuckle from him.]

I'm not that much younger than you are, Everett-kun.

[Yes, yes you are, Dazai.

He does, however, reach forward again and caresses the other man's hair after saying that, sighing and relaxing in response to those amazing sensations. He has no idea that Everett is hard, obviously, but he still fully intends on taking care of him in time.

His own thighs, still tensed up, relax slightly as he takes a deep breath. He's getting there.]

[only more than a decade, but who is going to count? Not Everett. Everett is busy with the task before him. Dazai's reactions are a sign he's doing well at it.

Continuing on, Everett gradually increases the intensity. His head bobs quickly, only to occassionally slow and really drag out a long, suckling motion. Contrast is to be savored, after all, and nothing was more boring than only doing one thing on repeat. Everett's a man who likes variety, both in what he received and what he gave onto others.

Even if warned, he's not pulling his head away, not unless explicitly told to. If Dazai is going to cum, he prefers it be in his mouth, the taste something he took great enjoyment in...]

[Dazai's left hand has found its way between his lips, soon between his teeth, and so even if he wishes to warn the other man of what they're both expecting to happen, he can't exactly do so. He's finding it hard, almost difficult even, to pull his hand away, as the feeling of having something there to suck on simply adds to the whole experience.

When he starts to feel incredibly close, the only warning he manages to give is a shift and lift of his hips, to which he immediately worries may be a bit too much. But then, he begins to feel that familiar sensation that he can't back away from, and a trail of saliva starts to drip from the corner of his lips, caused from his hand planted inside. His worry then vanishes, since he can't think about anything but the high of an orgasm at the moment.]

Hngh --

[And with that, he starts to come, his eyes widening and his thighs tensing quite a bit.]

[Everett continues to the last moment, slowing only once he feels the heavy twitch of Dazai's cock beneath his tongue. He'll slowly suck down the release, humming to drink it wouldn't any hesitation. He sounds utterly satisfied by this, taking his time in pulling away, lips dragging along the whole of the length before separating with a lewd pop.

Just a couple licks to clean the man off, before Everett sweeps his tongue over his own lips. They felt particularly nice, sensitive and just a bit swollen from the effort of the act. Everett knows they must look nice, lively with redness to match his cheeks]

V, very good, Dazai?

[That was certainly amazing, as evidenced by how it takes a good, solid ten seconds or so for Dazai to fully catch his breath. His almond colored eyes watch the other man lick his lips with clear contentedness, as if he knows that he had done a wonderful job.

In Dazai's mind, there's no reason to add to the praise; he knows he'd done well, so --]

Mm. Words aren't needed to answer that. [He scoots forward on the bed a bit more, resting a hand atop Everett's shoulder.]

But I will have to use them to ask what you want me to do. Since I'd promised I'd reciprocate.

[So rude! He always deserves the most praise!

Everett rolls his lips into his mouth before swallowing the last of the cum there, humming again. He slides upward, wrapping his arms back up around Dazai's shoulders, hanging them around his neck. Sitting in the younger man's lap now makes it very clear how hard he'd become from that]

What do you like to do for your partners, usually? [Dazai acted like men weren't his usual, but being with woman was still experience that could be skewed to what might be pleasing between them. Everett's not picky, hands alone may be a great pleasure, if the man is skillful enough with his. Though Everett's not quite sure how the bandages would work, with that....]

[He can't help but shift and wiggle his hips a little when the other man moves to sit on his lap, his grin widening.]

Depends on the partner; depends on how much I like them ...

Also depends on how much I've had to drink beforehand! [He may sound a bit too enthusiastic about that.

But he still makes a point to lean forward, so that he's close enough to Everett's face to actually pick up on the faint scent of his own release still lingering off of his lips. That scent riles him up enough to where his eyelids fall and his voice lowers.]

I could do the same for you as you'd done for me, if you'd like.

I would very much enjoy that. [Everett coos, gliding to the man's side to sit himself lengthwise on the bed. Having been down on his knees a while, it would be nice to lay back.

The center piece of his tunic usually fell over front his lap, but he pushes it aside, leaving the front of his slacks in view, legs open to accomodate the other man. His cock is hard, straining the fabric in an obvious curve. He's well hung for his frame, nothing too huge from the look of it. He casts only the most inviting look for Dazai to pursue him.]

[Dazai quickly repositions himself so that he's between the other man's legs, and he notes the obvious straining within his pants. This elicits a playful, yet quiet chuckle, and he leans forward to pull those pants down. The underwear is pulled down as well, but he's not going to move to actually remove either of them. This is enough space to allow him to do what he'd said he would, after all.

Which begins with a delicate wrapping of his fingers around the other man's length, stroking it soon after with both determination and excitement. He's far too used to pleasuring women, that this is actually far more fun to him than it probably should be.

In a low voice, he asks:]

Can you last long enough for me to just use my hand for a bit?

[While his arms are completely bandaged, his hands are not. They're relatively smooth, since he doesn't actually find himself in combat situations that often. His ability isn't well suited to them, after all.]

Tsk, tsk... questioning my stamina, when we've only just begun? I'm not some overeager teenager, Dazai. [He teases back, reaching his arms out to the other man. One falls loose over his shoulder and the other splays fingers across the back of his hair. He'd pull Dazai in to kiss, but the man may not be into his own taste on another man's lips.

The hand stroking him is very enjoyable, but he's not going to climax so quickly. He's much too experienced for that, at his age.]

[Dazai most likely wouldn't be one to enjoy his own taste on another's lips, so he remains where he is; though, he can't complain about the hand in his hair, really. It's already a bit of a mess, as it tends to be, so it's not as if he'd care if it were to be messed up even further.

He lets out a breathy chuckle at that response to his playful curiosity.]

Is that your way of telling me to go faster, then?

[Before even finishing that question, his hand will indeed stroke faster, but he at least has the mindset to lean forward and spit so that there's some sort of lubrication involved.]

I, I'm not complaining..! [Everett says with breathless amusement. His gloved fingers rub and massage into Dazai's hair as he moves. The older man clearly enjoys the added slickness and increased pace, head falling back just slightly. He's biting his bottom lip softly between teeth that drag before letting go again, throat bobbing as the pace works in and his own pre spills onto the young man's fingers, adding to the wet sensation]

Mmmn, not complaining, at all.

You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

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