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

[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.

Good, since if you were, I'd have to stop.

[He keeps the same pace, but once he feels that pre coat several of his fingers, lets out a chuckle of both amusement and admiration. He then stops the stroking just to bring those fingers to his lips, giving them a quick but satisfying lick.

He'll return to stroking immediately after, but now that he's had a taste of what's to come, figures there's no reason not to lean forward and take some of Everett's length into his mouth. Not all, since this is the first time he's done this, but enough to where he can still stroke the base.]

[When Dazai stops for a moment, Everett maintains some composure. His legs adjust, opening up further to grant the man more room between. Not to mention, Everett's a show off in private company, so exposing himself further is a thrill that ramps up his anticipation. He lets his tongue lick across his own lips, watching Dazai as he tasted him for the first time. Something new for the man, but that's fun and flattering even.

He pets the younger man's hair as he lowers himself down, hesitantly takes the tip between his lips]

You're not the sort who wants me to mentor you, are you? [he can give directions, if that's a fun game for the other man, but he senses some pride that probably wouldn't let that go over]

[Concentrating on the task at hand, it takes a good five seconds or so for Dazai to roll his eyes upward in response to that statement. No, he doesn't need mentoring. Not at all; he's used to being the mentor, not the protege.

So --

Without a word, he'll lower himself so that he takes more of Everett's shaft inside, instinctively slamming his eyelids shut in response once he realizes that he probably should have slowed down. He's nowhere near gagging, or anything, but --

It's slightly uncomfortable. He'll reach his hand over and under his chin to work on massaging the other man's sack.]

Mmn, good, good... no need to rush yourself. Take your time, lad.... [Everett's probably not helping Dazai's stubborn streak, only trying to set the man at ease and probably igniting him instead. Everett won't be the over concerned man telling Dazai to outright stop, Dazai being the only person who could know his own limits and know if he wanted to push them.

Admittedly, the older man is curious what that will be.]

[He's very, very tempted to pull off and comment on the usage of that term, but --

He's focused, now. Focused and determined to not be mentored, to show that he can figure this act out just fine. He'd had it done to him more times than he could ever count, so -- it can't possibly be that difficult.

Besides, his hand massaging the other man's sack seems to be helping move things along, from what he can tell. He'll pause a moment with his mouth before lowering and lifting himself at a reasonably humble pace for a bit before gaining the confidence to move faster.

What he's doing is messy, saliva clearly trying to drip from the corner of his mouth, but it's also admittedly fun.]

[Everett lets out a long and heady sigh when Dazai begins to work himself into a rhythm. He really should know how this goes, considering Everett just demonstrated, and to such pleasing results. The younger man is keen, quick to catch on for himself, bobbing his head at a slow and steady way. There's no complaints from Everett, even still!

His gloved hands bob back and forth with the man's motion, following rather than leading, enjoying the added point of connection.]

You look marvelous... in the act. Enjoying yourself. That makes it much better. [Everett praises, tone lightly teasing, but in an appreciative manner. Enthusiasm is about the most attractive thing he can find in a partner and Dazai is certainly determined]

[His cheeks flush very slightly at that compliment, since -- well, he doesn't particularly think he looks anything but a mess right now. The saliva that has been trailing from the corner of his lips is still there, and he knows his hair is even more splayed out than usual.

That alone is a feat, of sorts.

But he still won't falter and pull away to talk at all. He's going to continue to be determined, even picking up the pace a little once he feels comfortable with how much of the shaft he can take inside without gagging. Honestly --

He's impressed with himself.]

[Everett's no quick shot, but Dazai's determination does it for him. He works up in time to the edge, before the younger man might be getting fatigued. Though he enjoyed swallowing, not caring if he received a warning himself, he'll give one. It's only good manners-]

Mmmn! Thhaat's it, Dazai, I'm close- A bit more- [if Dazai removes his mouth and prefers to stroke him to completion, that'll finish Everett off just fine. He cums a moment later, humming out a loud and low moan.]

[Dazai, being too stubborn to pull away and finish the other man off with his hand, keeps everything inside until after he feels that warm seed hit his tongue. As he pulls back, some of that seed trickles past his lip and he quickly places a hand right under his chin to catch it.

Then, he licks it up and nods.]

Doesn't taste quite like I'd thought it would, but -- [He shifts and stands.] Not bad.

Haah, that was marvelous, Dazai. [Everett gives the man's hair a short, playful ruffle, enjoying the wildness of it. A fine look on the man; hair extra tousled, lips puffed with effort, expression so satisfied.

Of course, Everett must tease]

You did well in not biting me. [vampire or not, that would be particularly unpleasant]

[Finishing those licks of his fingers, his almond colored eyes focus on the other man, and he smirks.]

Of course it was! [Thanks to his heavily numerous one night stands.] And I didn't feel even a tiny urge to bite you. I'm not hungry. Especially since -- [He stands after gently shaking his head.] I was able to have something else.

[He does briefly wonder how long he can do that, since -- he'd been reading that vampires lose the ability to taste anything but blood.]

[Everett reaches for the man, now standing before him, catching Dazai by the hips to caress him with some fondness]

Do you plan to run off, so soon? You are welcome to relax upon my bed. Especially if you don't yet have your own. [a kind offer, but if Dazai is just up for a quick bit of fooling around and then wanted to scamper off, it's not like Everett would fight him on it. They did only just arrive, Everett rushing to be assigned the home of his own, he has nowhere else to be]

[Dazai, for all of his faults, at least knows fully well that he shouldn't risk becoming attached to anyone. Save for possibly his closest friend, though it could be argued that he's already attached to him. Romantically, however --

Dazai is trouble. He's aware of it, and he's certain that spending too long after a fling could cause more trouble to occur.

So, he gently brushes the other man's hand away and shakes his head, chuckling.]

I need to arrange a place to live, but for now -- I've been provided with a small room. That'll be enough until I take the time to find a nice house.

Get yourself settled in, lad. I shall hope to see you around. [He lets his hand he brushed aside, not fighting or going further to insist. Everett's going as can be, about such things]

If you wished to stop by again, consider yourself welcome to return. [a dangerous invitation to leave for a vampire, but Everett's a man who likes danger. And he likes handsome men with funny personalities, so Dazai is not someone he'll fear over.]

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