[Corvo will let him live... only because he knew he was just as needy. Fifteen years was a long time, and while he delved for a hot minute, it wasn't as... intimate. He was only trying to forget back then.
Now he wanted to remember everything. He wanted to remember the way the Outsider sounded, and how he felt under his hand. Say, about knowing more than everyone else,] So much or not getting flustered...
[He had no right to be smart about it, given his own arousal, but he'll smirk against his lips as he palmed him through his mystery underwear. It wasn't the most opportune position to be getting any more of those clothes off him, but he'd rather wait to see if he can have a plead for it first. Smug bastard.]
[Amazing, that Corvo will sass him even now. He makes a noise that's almost a chuckle despite himself, breathy and soft and absolutely none of this is very like him. Intimacy, this banter? He's sure the Void will pull him back to cryptic distance sooner or later, but for now, perhaps this is a glimpse into the man he could have been, if he'd been allowed to live.
But then he would have lived and died 4,000 years ago, and Corvo wouldn't have been there. So. Pros and cons.]
Restrict the lying tongue that is like a spark in a man's mouth. [see, he's not flustered at all, he can still quote this,] You are incorrigible, Corvo.
[But the Outsider is still bordering on breathless, from a few touches through fabric alone. He's not going to plead that easily, good luck.]
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The echoes of lies come back as the voice of the Outsider. [Corvo tried to counter, but his smirk failed him. The Outsider was so captivating like this, chuckling under the breath he nearly didn't have. If this was what he was like out of the Void, he'll just have to keep finding excuses to take him.
He's abandoned his intentions in light of the fact he was just too impatient. Having the Outsider on top of him was making his own pants unbearable, and both pairs just had to go. He places a hand at the Outsider's back, turning to lay him down and climb over him. His hand leaves him, but at the very least it was to shimmy the rest of his clothes off.]
[Wow, an unsuccessful counter followed by a successful turn over. The Outsider's eyes widen for just a moment in surprise when Corvo rolls them over, his grip at the back of his head tightening to pull him down into a kiss that's more hurried than before, more rushed, because what else can he do while Corvo is getting him naked? When was the last time he was naked??
Ah, but- with his pants coming off, he feels it necessary that he stop and speak against Corvo's lips,] Try not to surprise anyone by throwing those.
I'm real tempted. [Corvo laughed against his lips. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see the Outsider, let alone if he was naked-- Except Emily. He freezes at the thought, then gently lowered the pants off to the side. Nope. Not today. Not ever.
Being dragged down to make out normally wouldn't have Corvo complaining, but it's making it just a little difficult to get a better look at the man under him. Or get his own clothes off. He'll indulge him in the moment, but it wasn't long before the hand that wasn't supporting him was dragging the Outsider's down to the front of belt.] Can you... [help get this off him, please god]
[Thanks for sparing Emily seeing his maybe crooked cock, among other things. He hums against Corvo's lips in a sort of approval when his pants get put down to the side, but it's more of a "that's what I thought" approval than anything else. Be reasonable, man.
He obliges Corvo with undoing his belt without any further commentary; for someone who's never done this before, he sure is deft at doing this with one hand. Call it a perk of being so... magic. All that matters is he doesn't need persuading to get Corvo's belt undone and tugged a little loose, then left to hang there while the Outsider mimics Corvo's earlier action by slipping his hand into the front of his pants to palm at him. Forget the belt.]
[That isn't fair, Corvo thought, as it was entirely fair. He hadn't expected the Outsider to copy him, nor for it to have the effect that it did. His breath hitched and his grip on the curtains below tightened, but he didn't make a sound.
He will go ahead and try to pull his pants down, kicking off the boots to the pair he definitely took off the Outsider, shut up. This could probably be resolved by just taking a break in kissing, but where's the fun in that? He's too focused in his touch, anyway. His squirming didn't help distract from it.]
[He's not making a sound? Really? That's not interesting at all. The Outsider presses his hand against him more insistently, even as he starts wiggling his pants off, trying to get at least a stutter out of him. He's not here to play who's the needier old man but it's certainly on the agenda as a bonus.
He tilts his head then, cutting Corvo off from kissing his mouth as he trails his lips down to his jaw. No kissing reward until he gets some payoff here.]
Corvo... I like you better when you're talkative. [Say something while he goes for gold, come on!!]
[Corvo was just really focused, okay. But now? He might just be silent out of stubbornness. His lips curve up in the start of a smirk at his plan, but it's wiped off his face when the Outsider turned his head. No... come back...
He is really going for it, though, and with Corvo's mouth unoccupied, he can't help a low moan from escaping him. There was no winning this.] I... liked you better when you were in this position.
[Sorry, not sorry. At least his pants are gone. If the Outsider's going to be like this, he'll at least return the favor by trailing a hand down his front but not taking him back into his hand.]
You have no one to blame for that but yourself. As I recall, you were so eager to get me onto my back...
[It was like a whole five minutes ago, Corvo, come on. The Outsider speaks low, privately as if there's anyone else here, but it gets the point across well enough—all of this is only for Corvo. That's the sort of feeling that's conveyed as he drags his fingertips lightly over Corvo's length slowly, experimentally... Of course he's going to be as infuriating as possible about this, even as his breath hitches from Corvo's touch sliding down his stomach.]
I was eager so I could take care of you... [Corvo mutters, but there's no real bitterness in his voice. How could there be, when the Outsider touches him like he's something to be explored?
He'll let him take his time, remembering it was his first. Remembering it was his first in 4,000 years. If he wants to be infuriating with Corvo, he'll allow it this once. He'll resist biting his lip, and he won't even try to disguise the shudder that courses through him.
He'll even take the Outsider in hand, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle in a quicker, encouraging stroke. As much as he wants him to take his time, he'll still point him in the right direction.]
[Take care of him... what an alien concept. In both the sexual and normal ways, even! The Outsider hums, maybe approval, maybe just his usual interest, and presses his hand against Corvo more firmly. The man is something to be explored, indeed; the Outsider has seen plenty of his mind and how he operates, so obviously the next step is to explore the rest of his body. Here, with his lips brushing faintly against Corvo's jaw, mapping out his skin on touch alone.
His other hand slides back into Corvo's hair, grip curling tightly when Corvo touches him in turn. He doesn't make a sound, either, but when he speaks he's still using that lower tone:] Sit up, Corvo.
[He'd much rather crawl into Corvo's lap than be lying here on his back, he's decided. Let's go, get a move on. Places to be.]
[Oh yeah, Corvo's sure the Outsider has So Much to do... He purses his lips for a moment, almost unwilling to. His last times were like this, why did he have to move--
It's fine. Change is fine. He withdrew and leaned back on his hands, raising an skeptical brow.] Are you... sure...? I can... [He can start listing off things, but what was the point? It was just a change of position. He can deal with not being in control. The Outsider isn't entirely clueless, he's sure, so he'll leave himself open to climb back onto.]
[First of all, shut up Corvo. Let him do what he wants, which right now is to follow Corvo sitting up, first to kneeling, where he stops to lean in and kiss him again. He braces himself with his hands on Corvo's chest, making sure he's thoroughly kissed before sliding one hand back down to take him in hand and actually stroke him instead of just fiddle around. Generously.
So yes, he's sure, he's very certain that he just wants to straddle Corvo's lap and touch him all over. Don't get fussy, old man.]
[Ugh, fine... Corvo doesn't have room to complain, anyway. Not in between the kissing, or the heavy breathing at his skin. He wouldn't dream of it.
He has enough self control to refrain from mindlessly grind up into his hand, thankfully. With his mouth occupied, fingers run down the Outsider's spine while the others wrap around his length to mirror his actions. Generously.] You're... beautiful...
[Like this? Under the pale light of the lanterns? Oh, no matter the pleasure he's getting out of this, he means it.]
[Oh, flattery. Tell him how nice his eyes are, next, he'll love that. He definitely smiles against Corvo's lips, shivering in his touch. There's no denying that it feels good to be touched like this, but there's a certain... difference, between the Outsider and any other man Corvo could be doing this with, obviously. His body might be small but his mind is quite the opposite, so despite being a 4,000 year old virgin, he's much more composed than he logically ought to be. Corvo will have to really knock him out to totally unravel his composure, but he can't stop his breath from hitching or the way he's much warmer completely undressed than he was with his clothes still on.
So, it's give and take. He'll be infuriating like this, but he still makes a soft noise into his next kiss and rewards Corvo with a more insistent squeeze.]
I believe that counts as heresy, Corvo. [Among other things happening here that are heretical, actually, but. Never mind that, instead, mind the Outsider leaning his body closer to Corvo's and so relying on him more for support to stay sort of upright. He's skinny, it's fine.] You are remarkable.
[Any sound Corvo was already a feat enough, he'd decided. Yes, if he were with any other man, he'd have profanities pouring from their lips and pleadings for more. But though he hadn't put much thought into it before, it didn't surprise him that the Outsider's composure wasn't easily broken.
And that was just fine. It was perfect to him, even. He didn't want him to be a normal man this evening, or the next. He'd rather unravel him overtime, lest he want to wind up uninteresting. He was setting goals for another time, and the next after that. His current one? Just getting him to say things like that, sending a shiver down his spine that conflicted with the warmth in his chest.]
I've been your heretic for a long time, Outsider. [He leans to press into him, but also to stay upright himself. It's a good thing he's still so toned. Also a good thing he's so good at multitasking, because with how close they are, he's going to guide the Outsider's hand back to him long enough to take them both in one. God, it's been a long time since he's done this, but he'll still do his best to show him his intentions in tentative strokes.]
[Ah. Professions of belonging to him might just be more enthralling than being touched, which is certainly a very Outsider school of thought. He turns the thought over and over in his mind; Corvo is his. Not the first time he's heard it recently, but the most naked, so it's different—his. His heretic, his lover? His something-or-other.
Once again, the Outsider grins against Corvo's mouth.]
It was convenient for you, [he begins, but his little speech reminding them that Corvo didn't want him until a nebulous number of years passed is cut off by another soft noise when Corvo proposes this very interesting idea with his hands. Perhaps he'll keep his focus where it belongs, and his own hands are just that much smaller than Corvo's but he gets the point, stroking them both in turn. His breathing goes shaky for a moment and then doesn't recover. Ah.]
Corvo... You are so very eager to be called my favorite yet again. [Or at least he's using all of this "your" stuff as an excuse to say it because he wants to. He thinks about that for a moment before he gives up on hands and rocks his hips experimentally against Corvo instead, and this time his soft noise comes out closer to a groan.]
["Don't start," died on his lips at the beginning of his intended speech. The fact he spent the majorly of the years after the plague scorning the Outsider's "games" wasn't important. How he sounded when the Outsider got the idea was. Pay attention to him.
He'll readily admit that though. He parts his lips to reply, but the Outsider's groan was followed by his own. He arches his back into him, pressing as close to him as humanly possible for that sweet friction.] N... Not as eager as you are to say it...
[Oh, is he being called out? Well. He laughs, a low and breathy sound as he wraps an arm around Corvo's waist to hold him closer as he grinds them together again. This is new and exciting, and he almost doesn't want to keep talking, but he really can't help himself—]
Then it seems you've played right into my hands, haven't you? [The same smarmy tone to his words aside, he breathes most of them into Corvo's ear, another movement of his hips making his voice shake in all the right places. He kisses just below Corvo's ear next, then down toward his neck. It's totally up to Corvo to keep them from falling back now, as wholly wrapped up in him as the Outsider is. Corvo is the one who can please him, sure, but he's suddenly felt a stirring of some other, less familiar emotion that makes him want, powerfully, to know exactly how much he pleases Corvo.
It's possessive, on some level. He's already said Corvo is his.] You don't have to worry about that... I do still favor you above the rest.
[Corvo is more than capable of remaining steady. He's been made to carry bodies as heavy as his own. The Outsider was nothing against him, yet everything, for though he doesn't have to lean into his touch to stay upright, he does. He doesn't have to drag his hands down the Outsider's back, but he does. He doesn't have to do anything, but he does so making the most exquisite sounds of pleasure at the Outsider's touch.
No one's gotten that out of the Lord Protector in a long time.] Was I to doubt it, with you practically riding me like this? [No one's made his heart race, or made him so willingly lean his head back when they could easily take his throat.] You say I've played into your hands, like you aren't the one grinding against one of his marked by his own volition. [No one's made him speak like this, with his breath more labored by the second. Not since they last met.]
[Ah—Corvo does so much. The Outsider's breath catches again in response to hands dragging down his back, and he moves his hips more slowly, to really savor the friction and the heat of Corvo pressed against him. What is he saying? Nonsense, absolute nonsense—]
Perhaps I have. [He'll concede that much as he kisses down his neck, lingering where Corvo's beard finally gives way to softer skin and sucking lightly at the spot there. More marks for his favorite? More marks.]
Then, while I am in the area, what else would you have me do? [He's open to requests? No guarantees, but he wants to hear it, slipping a hand between them again to stroke Corvo even as he continues rocking his hips.]
[Oh, that is a mark he can't hide. Corvo knew Emily would notice ones he had left Outsider, but now people of the Isles will spread word that the most eligible bachelor of Dunwall had gotten with a mystery individual in the Duke's palace, of all places.
A little gossip wouldn't hurt, he supposes. They wouldn't believe the truth if he'd told anyone, anyway. He can't help but grin at that, taking his turn to thread his fingers through the Outsider's hair.] I just... want you to enjoy, to take everything you can and... [That probably isn't a satisfying answer, he knows, but how is he supposed to think like this?] Make me yours...
[Well, it's an interesting answer, even if it isn't remotely helpful. The Outsider breathes a laugh out against Corvo's skin, pressing his lips to the mark he's left before dragging his mouth lower. Oh, Corvo's many admirers are going to have a field day trying to figure out which one of them managed to get him into bed, he's sure they'll be entertained for weeks. Corvo's personal life is at once the best- and worst-kept secret in the Isles, isn't it?]
You were already mine, [he says, generously, and punctuates the last word with an equally generous squeeze.] And I am enjoying this very much.
[Which was obvious by the quake in his voice and the steadily increased effort of his breathing, but his touch is steady and sure. All of these feelings are new to him, and he is certainly going to savor every one. He shifts back slightly to give himself room to kiss down to Corvo's chest, which seems like a great plan until he finds himself suddenly aching for more than just a few bumps against Corvo's hip.
Just as suddenly he's sat up again, lips close to Corvo's but not touching, looking at him with black eyes half-lidded.] Touch me, Corvo.
[Corvo is vaguely aware of his unhelpfulness, almost feeling like he should apologize. He'd just stated the obvious admist hitched breath and scattered thoughts. He should be considering this is still the Outsider's first, and if he wanted physical direction, he had to keep up in showing him.
But it seems he has enough initiative of his own, looking at Corvo like that. He takes a brief moment to take in the sight, perhaps commit to memory, before he's closing the gap. A hand at his back slide around to his front, running a thumb over the head of his length before returning those generous strokes with vigor. The other moved off him, off to the side, over his discarded trousers.]
You want more than this? You want your marked all over you, inside you? [It's more of a statement of the obvious here, but he'lol still raise it as a question just for the sake of it.] You...
[He furrowed his brows as his hand flattened the fabric, empty as could be. He could have sworn... he'd been more prepared...] Y-You... Fuck.
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Now he wanted to remember everything. He wanted to remember the way the Outsider sounded, and how he felt under his hand. Say, about knowing more than everyone else,] So much or not getting flustered...
[He had no right to be smart about it, given his own arousal, but he'll smirk against his lips as he palmed him through his mystery underwear. It wasn't the most opportune position to be getting any more of those clothes off him, but he'd rather wait to see if he can have a plead for it first. Smug bastard.]
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But then he would have lived and died 4,000 years ago, and Corvo wouldn't have been there. So. Pros and cons.]
Restrict the lying tongue that is like a spark in a man's mouth. [see, he's not flustered at all, he can still quote this,] You are incorrigible, Corvo.
[But the Outsider is still bordering on breathless, from a few touches through fabric alone. He's not going to plead that easily, good luck.]
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He's abandoned his intentions in light of the fact he was just too impatient. Having the Outsider on top of him was making his own pants unbearable, and both pairs just had to go. He places a hand at the Outsider's back, turning to lay him down and climb over him. His hand leaves him, but at the very least it was to shimmy the rest of his clothes off.]
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Ah, but- with his pants coming off, he feels it necessary that he stop and speak against Corvo's lips,] Try not to surprise anyone by throwing those.
[He will probably want his pants back later.]
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Being dragged down to make out normally wouldn't have Corvo complaining, but it's making it just a little difficult to get a better look at the man under him. Or get his own clothes off. He'll indulge him in the moment, but it wasn't long before the hand that wasn't supporting him was dragging the Outsider's down to the front of belt.] Can you... [help get this off him, please god]
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He obliges Corvo with undoing his belt without any further commentary; for someone who's never done this before, he sure is deft at doing this with one hand. Call it a perk of being so... magic. All that matters is he doesn't need persuading to get Corvo's belt undone and tugged a little loose, then left to hang there while the Outsider mimics Corvo's earlier action by slipping his hand into the front of his pants to palm at him. Forget the belt.]
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He will go ahead and try to pull his pants down, kicking off the boots to the pair he definitely took off the Outsider, shut up. This could probably be resolved by just taking a break in kissing, but where's the fun in that? He's too focused in his touch, anyway. His squirming didn't help distract from it.]
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He tilts his head then, cutting Corvo off from kissing his mouth as he trails his lips down to his jaw. No kissing reward until he gets some payoff here.]
Corvo... I like you better when you're talkative. [Say something while he goes for gold, come on!!]
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He is really going for it, though, and with Corvo's mouth unoccupied, he can't help a low moan from escaping him. There was no winning this.] I... liked you better when you were in this position.
[Sorry, not sorry. At least his pants are gone. If the Outsider's going to be like this, he'll at least return the favor by trailing a hand down his front but not taking him back into his hand.]
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[It was like a whole five minutes ago, Corvo, come on. The Outsider speaks low, privately as if there's anyone else here, but it gets the point across well enough—all of this is only for Corvo. That's the sort of feeling that's conveyed as he drags his fingertips lightly over Corvo's length slowly, experimentally... Of course he's going to be as infuriating as possible about this, even as his breath hitches from Corvo's touch sliding down his stomach.]
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He'll let him take his time, remembering it was his first. Remembering it was his first in 4,000 years. If he wants to be infuriating with Corvo, he'll allow it this once. He'll resist biting his lip, and he won't even try to disguise the shudder that courses through him.
He'll even take the Outsider in hand, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle in a quicker, encouraging stroke. As much as he wants him to take his time, he'll still point him in the right direction.]
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His other hand slides back into Corvo's hair, grip curling tightly when Corvo touches him in turn. He doesn't make a sound, either, but when he speaks he's still using that lower tone:] Sit up, Corvo.
[He'd much rather crawl into Corvo's lap than be lying here on his back, he's decided. Let's go, get a move on. Places to be.]
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It's fine. Change is fine. He withdrew and leaned back on his hands, raising an skeptical brow.] Are you... sure...? I can... [He can start listing off things, but what was the point? It was just a change of position. He can deal with not being in control. The Outsider isn't entirely clueless, he's sure, so he'll leave himself open to climb back onto.]
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So yes, he's sure, he's very certain that he just wants to straddle Corvo's lap and touch him all over. Don't get fussy, old man.]
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He has enough self control to refrain from mindlessly grind up into his hand, thankfully. With his mouth occupied, fingers run down the Outsider's spine while the others wrap around his length to mirror his actions. Generously.] You're... beautiful...
[Like this? Under the pale light of the lanterns? Oh, no matter the pleasure he's getting out of this, he means it.]
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So, it's give and take. He'll be infuriating like this, but he still makes a soft noise into his next kiss and rewards Corvo with a more insistent squeeze.]
I believe that counts as heresy, Corvo. [Among other things happening here that are heretical, actually, but. Never mind that, instead, mind the Outsider leaning his body closer to Corvo's and so relying on him more for support to stay sort of upright. He's skinny, it's fine.] You are remarkable.
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And that was just fine. It was perfect to him, even. He didn't want him to be a normal man this evening, or the next. He'd rather unravel him overtime, lest he want to wind up uninteresting. He was setting goals for another time, and the next after that. His current one? Just getting him to say things like that, sending a shiver down his spine that conflicted with the warmth in his chest.]
I've been your heretic for a long time, Outsider. [He leans to press into him, but also to stay upright himself. It's a good thing he's still so toned. Also a good thing he's so good at multitasking, because with how close they are, he's going to guide the Outsider's hand back to him long enough to take them both in one. God, it's been a long time since he's done this, but he'll still do his best to show him his intentions in tentative strokes.]
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Once again, the Outsider grins against Corvo's mouth.]
It was convenient for you, [he begins, but his little speech reminding them that Corvo didn't want him until a nebulous number of years passed is cut off by another soft noise when Corvo proposes this very interesting idea with his hands. Perhaps he'll keep his focus where it belongs, and his own hands are just that much smaller than Corvo's but he gets the point, stroking them both in turn. His breathing goes shaky for a moment and then doesn't recover. Ah.]
Corvo... You are so very eager to be called my favorite yet again. [Or at least he's using all of this "your" stuff as an excuse to say it because he wants to. He thinks about that for a moment before he gives up on hands and rocks his hips experimentally against Corvo instead, and this time his soft noise comes out closer to a groan.]
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He'll readily admit that though. He parts his lips to reply, but the Outsider's groan was followed by his own. He arches his back into him, pressing as close to him as humanly possible for that sweet friction.] N... Not as eager as you are to say it...
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Then it seems you've played right into my hands, haven't you? [The same smarmy tone to his words aside, he breathes most of them into Corvo's ear, another movement of his hips making his voice shake in all the right places. He kisses just below Corvo's ear next, then down toward his neck. It's totally up to Corvo to keep them from falling back now, as wholly wrapped up in him as the Outsider is. Corvo is the one who can please him, sure, but he's suddenly felt a stirring of some other, less familiar emotion that makes him want, powerfully, to know exactly how much he pleases Corvo.
It's possessive, on some level. He's already said Corvo is his.] You don't have to worry about that... I do still favor you above the rest.
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No one's gotten that out of the Lord Protector in a long time.] Was I to doubt it, with you practically riding me like this? [No one's made his heart race, or made him so willingly lean his head back when they could easily take his throat.] You say I've played into your hands, like you aren't the one grinding against one of his marked by his own volition. [No one's made him speak like this, with his breath more labored by the second. Not since they last met.]
I-I think... ah, I think you've played into mine.
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Perhaps I have. [He'll concede that much as he kisses down his neck, lingering where Corvo's beard finally gives way to softer skin and sucking lightly at the spot there. More marks for his favorite? More marks.]
Then, while I am in the area, what else would you have me do? [He's open to requests? No guarantees, but he wants to hear it, slipping a hand between them again to stroke Corvo even as he continues rocking his hips.]
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A little gossip wouldn't hurt, he supposes. They wouldn't believe the truth if he'd told anyone, anyway. He can't help but grin at that, taking his turn to thread his fingers through the Outsider's hair.] I just... want you to enjoy, to take everything you can and... [That probably isn't a satisfying answer, he knows, but how is he supposed to think like this?] Make me yours...
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You were already mine, [he says, generously, and punctuates the last word with an equally generous squeeze.] And I am enjoying this very much.
[Which was obvious by the quake in his voice and the steadily increased effort of his breathing, but his touch is steady and sure. All of these feelings are new to him, and he is certainly going to savor every one. He shifts back slightly to give himself room to kiss down to Corvo's chest, which seems like a great plan until he finds himself suddenly aching for more than just a few bumps against Corvo's hip.
Just as suddenly he's sat up again, lips close to Corvo's but not touching, looking at him with black eyes half-lidded.] Touch me, Corvo.
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But it seems he has enough initiative of his own, looking at Corvo like that. He takes a brief moment to take in the sight, perhaps commit to memory, before he's closing the gap. A hand at his back slide around to his front, running a thumb over the head of his length before returning those generous strokes with vigor. The other moved off him, off to the side, over his discarded trousers.]
You want more than this? You want your marked all over you, inside you? [It's more of a statement of the obvious here, but he'lol still raise it as a question just for the sake of it.] You...
[He furrowed his brows as his hand flattened the fabric, empty as could be. He could have sworn... he'd been more prepared...] Y-You... Fuck.
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