[He scoffs, even as he catches an earlobe between his teeth and gives it a tug, his grip on Hythlodaeus' ass tightening so that his fingers dig at him, a sharp contrast to his partner's own soft and teasing ministrations, though experience tells him he'll be met with the same in turn before long.]
Always demanding, always impatient.
[Childish, really, but that doesn't stop him from beginning to roughly kiss his way along the curve of his partner's neck, teeth sharply grazing against skin midway only for him to drag his tongue over that same spot before continuing downwards. It's getting much more difficult not to respond more bodily to Hythlodaeus' touch; his own hips roll upwards and he groans against the crook of his neck as his fingers teasingly drag against the tip, and the press of his partner's own hardening length against his thigh is full of promise.]
And what if I'm the one who wishes to be pleased?
[His words bear a sharp edge to them, murmured hotly against flushed skin, followed by a soft grunt and another open-mouthed kiss as he works his way towards Hythlodaeus' throat.]
no subject
Always demanding, always impatient.
[Childish, really, but that doesn't stop him from beginning to roughly kiss his way along the curve of his partner's neck, teeth sharply grazing against skin midway only for him to drag his tongue over that same spot before continuing downwards. It's getting much more difficult not to respond more bodily to Hythlodaeus' touch; his own hips roll upwards and he groans against the crook of his neck as his fingers teasingly drag against the tip, and the press of his partner's own hardening length against his thigh is full of promise.]
And what if I'm the one who wishes to be pleased?
[His words bear a sharp edge to them, murmured hotly against flushed skin, followed by a soft grunt and another open-mouthed kiss as he works his way towards Hythlodaeus' throat.]