[ He does his very best not to grip too hard on the flesh of your shoulders, but the heat of your breath and your lips on his skin, of your tongue on that hardened nub isn't too far from a brand.
There is lust coiling down, deep in his gut, and he shudders as he presses up close to your mouth, with the odd flash of wonder what it would be like if you'd so much as scrape your teeth over that part of his body.
When you finally speak, when your eyes have turned back to his, you'll see how the top row of his teeth have caught on his lower lip, and how there's the faintest hint of a tremor there as he breathes.
He'll obey and lean back, a leg hooking behind your thigh, his hands falling to your waist as his back meets the mattress. You'll also note how he's becoming hard again between his legs, and how the skin on his arms have prickled with gooseflesh; how his hips can't quite keep still. ]
I think of us like this sometimes. [ His voice is soft, hoarse, and strained. ] When I listen to you talk. And last night, while I was watching you eat. [ When you were both at Kibo, sharing the meal delivered by a man who had wanted you and who Josh had been all-too happy to put in his place.
The heel of his foot is kneading gently at your calf now, just as his palms have moved to skim over the front of your thighs. ]
Please don't take this the wrong way... I know there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but it's... it's easier for me to put my mouth on you than to ask you to do the same for me.
[ Yes, this is a confession. Yes, he has Needs and is apparently too shy to articulate them your way. Yes, opening up about this is a touch uncomfortable on his part.
Sometimes, you see, it's so easier to give than to receive. You already know that he never had much before, which is precisely why he works hard, and why while he does have more than he could have even envisioned for himself, all of that was earned. Brennan Pride, you're familiar with it: he was brought up to remember to work hard with a goal in mind, but never to presume that the win is yours; and should it come to you, to be humble about it because the experience is reward all on it's own. ]
I... [ The way his eyes shutter as he breaks eye contact to take in the whole of your body above him is a tell, because at every turn there were always lines between you two that he has thought beyond because he wanted to walk at your side as a friend. But really: how could a newly initiated oni-tsukai presume to ask the Blade King to bend down and pleasure him just so? What right does he, someone so mortal and painfully human, even with the intervention of a geist, ask a relatively immortal god of death to come to his knees and take him into his mouth? You were his teacher once, in multiple senses of the word and you are, in ways, still that.
It's not a lack of self-worth or putting you on a pedestal -- this is just hard. Your exchanges in bed were, in ways, simpler than this.
This? This is complicated and terrifyingly new. So yes, he's a bit frightened. And asking was always so hard anyway. ]
I... I can't.
[ He's going to try to push up fron those sheets now. Taking charge makes so much more sense to him than this. ]
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There is lust coiling down, deep in his gut, and he shudders as he presses up close to your mouth, with the odd flash of wonder what it would be like if you'd so much as scrape your teeth over that part of his body.
When you finally speak, when your eyes have turned back to his, you'll see how the top row of his teeth have caught on his lower lip, and how there's the faintest hint of a tremor there as he breathes.
He'll obey and lean back, a leg hooking behind your thigh, his hands falling to your waist as his back meets the mattress. You'll also note how he's becoming hard again between his legs, and how the skin on his arms have prickled with gooseflesh; how his hips can't quite keep still. ]
I think of us like this sometimes. [ His voice is soft, hoarse, and strained. ] When I listen to you talk. And last night, while I was watching you eat. [ When you were both at Kibo, sharing the meal delivered by a man who had wanted you and who Josh had been all-too happy to put in his place.
The heel of his foot is kneading gently at your calf now, just as his palms have moved to skim over the front of your thighs. ]
Please don't take this the wrong way... I know there's nothing to be embarrassed about, but it's... it's easier for me to put my mouth on you than to ask you to do the same for me.
[ Yes, this is a confession. Yes, he has Needs and is apparently too shy to articulate them your way. Yes, opening up about this is a touch uncomfortable on his part.
Sometimes, you see, it's so easier to give than to receive. You already know that he never had much before, which is precisely why he works hard, and why while he does have more than he could have even envisioned for himself, all of that was earned. Brennan Pride, you're familiar with it: he was brought up to remember to work hard with a goal in mind, but never to presume that the win is yours; and should it come to you, to be humble about it because the experience is reward all on it's own. ]
I... [ The way his eyes shutter as he breaks eye contact to take in the whole of your body above him is a tell, because at every turn there were always lines between you two that he has thought beyond because he wanted to walk at your side as a friend. But really: how could a newly initiated oni-tsukai presume to ask the Blade King to bend down and pleasure him just so? What right does he, someone so mortal and painfully human, even with the intervention of a geist, ask a relatively immortal god of death to come to his knees and take him into his mouth? You were his teacher once, in multiple senses of the word and you are, in ways, still that.
It's not a lack of self-worth or putting you on a pedestal -- this is just hard. Your exchanges in bed were, in ways, simpler than this.
This? This is complicated and terrifyingly new. So yes, he's a bit frightened. And asking was always so hard anyway. ]
I... I can't.
[ He's going to try to push up fron those sheets now. Taking charge makes so much more sense to him than this. ]