idolpro | Absinthe's Heart Game

[ he's wearing a black suit because look he's basically baritones anyway. And while Absinthe is the one busy taking care of his clothes now, he'll shift so he'll be the one to kiss at his jaw and neck, a little rough himself ]

Then like I said. Keep my interest.

[ there's a chuckle but he certainly doesn't protest against the challenge; he's moving his hand to curl it around Five's cock, giving him an experimental stroke to see his reaction, as he tips his own head to better give Five access. ]

[ he's unsurprisingly already hard in his hand, and the touch only seems to entice him further, making him groan and rock into his grip with absolutely no shame. He keeps with those kisses and bites, his hands moving to his chest - touching and groping and exploring, eager to see him this way for the first time ]

[ there's definitely an aspect of this that's exciting to this aspect of Absinthe, too -- outside the raw thrill of it, seeing Five for the first time in this sort of light is new and this aspect certainly doesn't care that it's under very dubious conditions! in fact that's what makes it better.

he starts with a firm grip as he strokes him, humming his own approval at Five's touch -- his chest is scarred both from Imeeji and older wounds -- and his own erection is definitely noticeable when it presses up against the underside of Five's ass and thighs, rocking insistently against him. ]

[ That only seem to excite him further, and he shifts so he can grind his ass against Absinthe's cock as he moves into his grip, fingers going to pinch at one of his nipples right as he bites hard enough to leave a mark ]

Someone looks just as eager.

Mm. Are you surprised?

[ Absinthe almost purrs, his breathing coming in sharp through his nostrils at the bite -- he's absolutely both a sadist and a masochist so that's definitely enjoyable to him, and it shows in how his cock twitches underneath Five.

he's not satisfied with just the contact through his pants, though, and he's letting go of Five's cock to free his own -- that way when he rolls forward he can angle his shaft up against the other man's, with a satisfied hiss at being able to get that contact. ]

[ Oh. That's an interesting reaction, and he can't help but be enticed by it. So he bites him again, just as rough - tongue lapping on that same spot. There's a soft, pleased hum at the feeling of Absinthe's cock against his, and though he's growing impatient by the minute he doesn't feel like rushing.

He shifts so he can kiss behind his ear, and then talks against it ]

Not surprised, no. Though I am curious. How do you want me, Absinthe?

[ there's a moan that he doesn't make any effort to hide at the bite -- and a crook in his lips, as he wraps his hand around both of them, now, giving them a rough little squeeze. ]

I did see I want that composure of yours to crumble, hmm? I think having you on my cock would be quite nice.

[ there's a little breathless laugh at that, and he bites on his earlobe, still grinding against him, his hand moving down from his chest to his stomach ]

Your cock inside of me is hardly going to be enough to make me lose composure Absinthe.

But I have to say. Your voice sounds quite nice when you're the one on the receiving end of pain.

[ which is exactly why he claws at him, his nails are entirely normal so it won't exactly cause much damage, but he's aiming for the discomfort and sting that will come with it regardless ]

[ Absinthe hisses -- it's louder now, especially as his fingers go over most recent scars and catch on tissue there, and his grip is almost-painfully tight around their dicks for a moment. ]

-- Ah. Is that what you would prefer, then? It's not often I get to indulge in being destroyed.

With you? yes, it's what I would prefer.

[ Because he enjoys pain, but he doesn't trust Absinthe with that at all. Still his breath hitches at the grip around their cocks, the pain and pleasure mixing it and making it feel all the more interesting.

He'll trace his fingers over the scars, almost careful for a few moments before he repeats the process ]

Though I should warn you my experience is limited.

With sex? Or sadism?

[ Absinthe's tone is amused but he's clearly into this -- his eyes are half-lidded and there's a more jerky, erratic twitch of his hips into his grip when he feels the nails over his scars again. ]

You don't have to be ... limited, to just nails, hmm?

[ you know what helps?

a knife randomly appearing in the grass near them

:)! ]

[ It's the first time since this begun that he shows any genuine hesitation, the knife's appearance and not so subtle proposal stopping him in his tracks, making him just stare at it.

Whatever he was about to answer to him dies in his throat as well, and despite the hazy thoughts and hunger, the need and want, he stays still for quite a few long moments.

He so badly wants to kill him, he almost surprises himself with how potent that thought is. Almost, because after all, this is not new for him. ]

—That's a terrible idea, take that away.

[ Absinthe laughs, his own hips stilling for a moment, as with his free hand he grabs for Five's fingers and tries to make them curl in harder into Absinthe's skin -- to draw blood. ]

It's your choice, whether you take it or not. You needn't hurt me more than you are comfortable with.

[ It feels like it's taking so much more effort than it normally does to keep his urges in check, and Absinthe's laugh, him forcing to draw blood, certainly doesn't help.

He doesn't move his hand away but he does glare at Absinthe, partly because now he's feeling like he's being thrown off his game and no longer feels as in charge as it did so far ]

I said take it away, Absinthe.

Is its mere presence such an issue? Are you so sorely tempted by the sight of it?

Yes.

So if you want to live enough to fuck me I suggest you take away anything that might distract me from that.

Edited 2021-02-10 01:11 (UTC)

It's charming to think you can kill me here.

[ Absinthe doesn't make it go away; in fact despite what he was saying earlier he takes the knife by the blade and offers it hilt-first to Five. ]

I'm certainly not the first person you have hurt.

[ He'd shut up if he just slit his throat. For some time, at least. He's staring at the knife, and notably despite his hesitation he's still hard - the idea of hurting him in this context, like this, more than a little enticing. ]

I don't hurt people for pleasure.

[ Or at least he hasn't so far, not to the extent Absinthe he's trying to tempt him into. He brings his hand over Absinthe's, but he doesn't take the knife, and instead leans in to kiss him - hard and rough and biting, just as he rocks against him again.

Surely pleasure will distract him from the urge to kill ]

[ there's a wide smile against Absinthe's lips and he kisses back with enthusiasm -- his hand starts to move again between them, too, even as he keeps the knife there. you know, just in case Five wants to take it. just in case! ]

[ JUST!! In case!! And of course his hand around their cocks feel great, the kiss feel great. But wouldn't it feel so much better if he killed him now? There's an edge of desperation with the way he moves against Absinthe, the way he's kissing him, and eventually he pulls back, brings his free hand on Absinthe's chest to pin him down and properly grabs that knife now - wasting no time and immediately going to stab his eye

just like that ]

[ there's something viscerally satisfied with the harsh laugh Absinthe lets out as he's stabbed, and the ichor from his eye drips down the side of his face -- really considering he just got stabbed in the eye he takes it relatively in stride!

he even keeps himself busy in the meantime, moves his hand to wipe some of that ichor up and bring his newly-slick fingers behind Five, up against his entrance. ]

[ This is going to be a very interesting conversation later on! But right now he's too into this to resist his urges, and really the fact that Absinthe is still alive and moving after that is encouraging.

It feels nice to just let himself get lost in this. So he does, leaning in to kiss at his neck again, blade trailing down to the other side and applying just enough pressure to cut the skin, the wound superficial at best, this time.

Absinthe using the ichor as lube shouldn't be appealing but well. None of this should be and here he is ]

Hah—

[ here they are! Absinthe really isn't discouraging how Five is finally indulging, either - - tipping his head back to bare more of his neck. his ichor drips, oozes from where the knife cuts, and his husky moan vibrates through his vocal folds under Five's lips.

he doesn't let that distract him from working Five open, though - - pressing one, then two digits into him firmly, hardly giving him time to adjust to the feeling. ]

[ His experience outside of dreams has been limited, and typically he doesn't need to worry about getting properly prepared. The discomfort of Absinthe pushing two fingers into him with little time for adjustment is clear, but he doesn't care, and there's part of that that's exciting, too.

He shifts so he can lick the cut he just did, the knife moving to Absinthe's chest and this time, he cuts more deeply - a fairly long slash from his chest to his stomach, with the intention of drawing out more blood ]

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