[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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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?