They can be, I'm not against such a thing but not when it's from someone I know absolutely nothing about. [And then promptly never hears from again, but that isn't something he's about to say aloud. Everything had its place and its purpose, who was he to judge if that was what someone wanted?
He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
You will find that I have no such issue speaking my mind, so you needn’t worry.
[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
[He knows well what the end goal is here, he has to, given everything. But there's still something almost unexpected in the way those fingers move and finally make contact. Really, he can't help a quick intake of breath at such a simple thing.
During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
[ His words, his nails upon his thigh are enough to draw new heat to that weighty thing between his legs. ]
How surprising, yet in the most wonderful of ways. You would take me gently, then, all the while pressing me and marking me.
I would encourage you to do this, to leave the most magnificent of marks you can that I might marvel over them and watch their colors change in the coming week.
[ He closes the distance between their lips as his gives him a single, tight squeeze. ]
[Often that's usually met with less than satisfying responses, but he has once again taken him off his guard and he's suddenly glad about these decisions. No laughter, no derision, nothing of that sort.
It's nice, really.]
That is something I can absolutely do. [Certainly something he can put his energy into and be rather ecstatic about doing so. The kiss is met with a seemingly renewed bit of vigor, shifting just somewhat to steal a particularly sharp and quick bite at his lower lip. Hips pushing further into his hand with just a singular motion. Though he might still be, somewhat, at a bit of a loss for how to go about this.
And exactly why he's breaking their contact for a brief moment, just far enough to graze his lips while.]
I... might be at somewhat of a loss for how positioning here might work, I have to admit. Usually it tends to be the other way 'round. [At least he's honest about it?]
[ He gasps softly, thoroughly pleased. That admission earns a little laugh from him, though not malicious by any means. ]
Were I you and you were me, I might find the most prudence in breaking up my duties. That I might start with your mouth and work my way down. At the same time, I might consider if I would prefer to watch your face as you came undone... or if I might want to put you in your place with your face against the mattress.
That is to say, we may as well accept the disparity in our heights and revel in such. Though injured, I am strong and flexible and I will be able to do whatever you would have of me.
[ He gives him another encouraging squeeze and a warm, if not slightly smug smile ]
Mm, I suppose that would make the most sense. And I'm glad to hear that, I had been wondering if I needed to be careful because of your injury, but I'm quite glad to hear that's not necessarily the case. [As if he could do much damage to him to begin with, but it at least puts his mind at ease.
Luckily he doesn't waste time on the situation to drag him back into another kiss, a little more aggressive than he had been previously. He's almost hoping that it can distract him a bit to what he's up to, the hand on his thigh moving towards his cock to brush fingertips against him before resting them just out of reach but easily moved once more if he needs to.
His other hand pressed against him previous slides to lightly circle around a nipple before grazing past it. Little teases, simply to see his reactions and just gauging when and where he should be moving next. Such as feeling out a new instrument to find the proper way to play it, after all.]
It is minor enough. I am coddling it so that I will not need to put up with it longer than I must. You merely only need not to touch it.
[Even if he enjoys how it disarms others and forces them to underestimate him.]
[He sighs in pleased contentment with the touch nearing his cock. It has been much too long between the various stresses that he has both caused and endured. That isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy the touch to his chest. He's playing up his reaction just ever so slightly, wanting to be the willing audience for Johann's performance.]
[But perhaps... He wanted guidance.]
You may treat me as you were a jealous lover reclaiming what is rightfully his.
[Those are certainly sounds he quite likes and makes note that he wants to hear more of that, though he pauses on the last words with a bit of a breathy laugh in turn.]
Truly, you encourage me more than you ought. [He doesn't mind it in the slightest, if him once more pushing his hand against his chest in a not remotely subtle hint to lay back is any indication what-so-ever.
If he complies with it, then that's enough to push him into further acting. Lips grazing against skin with soft kisses from lips along his jawline and down to his neck to pause momentarily. Only long enough to make it seem as if he were to say something to instead actually bite at the skin, certainly not hard enough to break anything, but he's certain it'll leave a mark. Not the first time he's left marks, of course not.
His hand further down shifts to a more comfortable position for the time being, grabbing for his hip to dig blunt nails into what skin and flesh he can. He knows well his own weight probably isn't enough to keep him down, but his moving to straddle him may at least get the message across.]
[He allows him to push him back, sighing with contentment and anticipation as Johann straddles him. Good, good, he thinks as he looks up at him with warmed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.]
I'll encourage you until I can no longer speak, 'til I'm reduced to breaths and whines.
[He places his hand against the back of Johann's neck, squirming slightly against his hands and mouth. The very picture of the pliant lover, (not to scale).]
[He can't help a soft bit of a laugh at everything, lightly kissing that bite before moving back up to his ear, lips not far from it.]
Didn't I say I would once you were begging? [He really can't help the tease in his tone before nipping at his earlobe and working his way back down his neck once more. Every about six inches or so leaving another bite mark he's certain will be there long after they're done here. It's fine, probably, but he really can't help himself but mar such perfect looking skin, can he? Of course not.
The hand at his chest moves to circle around a nipple before moving to pinch at it and quickly move away again to return to teasing circles. As for the one at his hip, he's keeping those nails biting in, slowly pulling his hand down to see just how much of a scratch he can leave.
Not that he's remaining at his neck for long as he trails from the side of his neck down to his throat, being careful to not put any bites there. For now, he's not terribly sure if that's a good idea. Finally he pauses at his sternum to look back up at him, so very still.]
Truly, I could take a whole day merely exploring and marking, you know. And be quite content in doing so... [Is that almost a threat?]
[Perfect. He can feel a shiver running his spine at those simple words, taking a moment to control his breathing to not give himself away. Even if he knows damn well that his body is giving him away more than he could possibly ever know.]
Mm, I can't say that I have anything planned. [He certainly knew better than to plan anything around these little things, after all. Given his temptation into taking far too long with literally everything under the sun.
Not that he really needed the explicit push, but he won't complain about his hand in his hair, a soft bitten back whine the only mention he's making towards it. Not the time for that, not now. Not while he's decided that he wants to leave as many marks as he possibly can at this juncture.
Luckily he doesn't stay for too long, continuing his trail slowly down and continuing his methodical bites along the way and his hand moving to casually take his other nipple between pointer and thumb to roll slowly between them. For but a moment he pauses at about hip level to move the hand digging nails into his hip proper to move to trace fingertips along his cock with a soft bit of a hum.]
I do wonder... [He trails off for the longest moment before raising up and stretching somewhat to bite at his collarbone once before moving back down and sliding down from straddling his waist to be almost face level with his hips. Of course he's sure he doesn't need to actually finish his sentence, gaze still focused on his face while his hands continue their slow work.]
[Humble as ever, though he knows damn well that his mind works on improvising more than anything else. Always had to. He's quite keen for that bit of contact, unconsciously pressing into each touch with a soft, pleased sigh.]
Can you keep your hips still or will you lose your ability to do so? [The implications being plain enough given he's shifting to press a kiss just a bit above his groin as fingers continue to trace along his length.]
I'm more than just talented with my fingers, after all.
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He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
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[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
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During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
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How surprising, yet in the most wonderful of ways. You would take me gently, then, all the while pressing me and marking me.
I would encourage you to do this, to leave the most magnificent of marks you can that I might marvel over them and watch their colors change in the coming week.
[ He closes the distance between their lips as his gives him a single, tight squeeze. ]
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It's nice, really.]
That is something I can absolutely do. [Certainly something he can put his energy into and be rather ecstatic about doing so. The kiss is met with a seemingly renewed bit of vigor, shifting just somewhat to steal a particularly sharp and quick bite at his lower lip. Hips pushing further into his hand with just a singular motion. Though he might still be, somewhat, at a bit of a loss for how to go about this.
And exactly why he's breaking their contact for a brief moment, just far enough to graze his lips while.]
I... might be at somewhat of a loss for how positioning here might work, I have to admit. Usually it tends to be the other way 'round. [At least he's honest about it?]
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Were I you and you were me, I might find the most prudence in breaking up my duties. That I might start with your mouth and work my way down. At the same time, I might consider if I would prefer to watch your face as you came undone... or if I might want to put you in your place with your face against the mattress.
That is to say, we may as well accept the disparity in our heights and revel in such. Though injured, I am strong and flexible and I will be able to do whatever you would have of me.
[ He gives him another encouraging squeeze and a warm, if not slightly smug smile ]
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Luckily he doesn't waste time on the situation to drag him back into another kiss, a little more aggressive than he had been previously. He's almost hoping that it can distract him a bit to what he's up to, the hand on his thigh moving towards his cock to brush fingertips against him before resting them just out of reach but easily moved once more if he needs to.
His other hand pressed against him previous slides to lightly circle around a nipple before grazing past it. Little teases, simply to see his reactions and just gauging when and where he should be moving next. Such as feeling out a new instrument to find the proper way to play it, after all.]
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[Even if he enjoys how it disarms others and forces them to underestimate him.]
[He sighs in pleased contentment with the touch nearing his cock. It has been much too long between the various stresses that he has both caused and endured. That isn't to say that he doesn't enjoy the touch
to his chest. He's playing up his reaction just ever so slightly, wanting to be the willing audience for Johann's performance.]
[But perhaps... He wanted guidance.]
You may treat me as you were a jealous lover reclaiming what is rightfully his.
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Truly, you encourage me more than you ought. [He doesn't mind it in the slightest, if him once more pushing his hand against his chest in a not remotely subtle hint to lay back is any indication what-so-ever.
If he complies with it, then that's enough to push him into further acting. Lips grazing against skin with soft kisses from lips along his jawline and down to his neck to pause momentarily. Only long enough to make it seem as if he were to say something to instead actually bite at the skin, certainly not hard enough to break anything, but he's certain it'll leave a mark. Not the first time he's left marks, of course not.
His hand further down shifts to a more comfortable position for the time being, grabbing for his hip to dig blunt nails into what skin and flesh he can. He knows well his own weight probably isn't enough to keep him down, but his moving to straddle him may at least get the message across.]
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I'll encourage you until I can no longer speak, 'til I'm reduced to breaths and whines.
[He places his hand against the back of Johann's neck, squirming slightly against his hands and mouth. The very picture of the pliant lover, (not to scale).]
Take me, command me as you will it, Johann.
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Didn't I say I would once you were begging? [He really can't help the tease in his tone before nipping at his earlobe and working his way back down his neck once more. Every about six inches or so leaving another bite mark he's certain will be there long after they're done here. It's fine, probably, but he really can't help himself but mar such perfect looking skin, can he? Of course not.
The hand at his chest moves to circle around a nipple before moving to pinch at it and quickly move away again to return to teasing circles. As for the one at his hip, he's keeping those nails biting in, slowly pulling his hand down to see just how much of a scratch he can leave.
Not that he's remaining at his neck for long as he trails from the side of his neck down to his throat, being careful to not put any bites there. For now, he's not terribly sure if that's a good idea. Finally he pauses at his sternum to look back up at him, so very still.]
Truly, I could take a whole day merely exploring and marking, you know. And be quite content in doing so... [Is that almost a threat?]
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Then make me beg.
[ If that's a threat, Hythlodaeus would like to escalate.]
I have quite the free time available, and I would be interested in such an offer of your services.
[Each marking, each bite of nails deepens the flush in his cheeks and drives his hand into Johann's hair to grasp at the curls.]
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Mm, I can't say that I have anything planned. [He certainly knew better than to plan anything around these little things, after all. Given his temptation into taking far too long with literally everything under the sun.
Not that he really needed the explicit push, but he won't complain about his hand in his hair, a soft bitten back whine the only mention he's making towards it. Not the time for that, not now. Not while he's decided that he wants to leave as many marks as he possibly can at this juncture.
Luckily he doesn't stay for too long, continuing his trail slowly down and continuing his methodical bites along the way and his hand moving to casually take his other nipple between pointer and thumb to roll slowly between them. For but a moment he pauses at about hip level to move the hand digging nails into his hip proper to move to trace fingertips along his cock with a soft bit of a hum.]
I do wonder... [He trails off for the longest moment before raising up and stretching somewhat to bite at his collarbone once before moving back down and sliding down from straddling his waist to be almost face level with his hips. Of course he's sure he doesn't need to actually finish his sentence, gaze still focused on his face while his hands continue their slow work.]
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You are a talented improviser, aren't you?
[He may not need to finish his sentence, but the pedantic is borderline erotic for a man like Hythlodaeus]
Tell me what you wonder.
[His hand traces down his back and around to his front, stroking his clavicle with his thumb.]
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[Humble as ever, though he knows damn well that his mind works on improvising more than anything else. Always had to. He's quite keen for that bit of contact, unconsciously pressing into each touch with a soft, pleased sigh.]
Can you keep your hips still or will you lose your ability to do so? [The implications being plain enough given he's shifting to press a kiss just a bit above his groin as fingers continue to trace along his length.]
I'm more than just talented with my fingers, after all.
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[His hand moves with him, coming to rest in his hair again before working up to gentle tugs, only to express his excitement.]
You are experienced with many instruments then?