[Ruining healing for him going forward...it would be a satisfaction, it's true. To say nothing of the perverse irony of how this was once technically about healing Caelus's errant aches and pains to begin with--which is still being done, sort of, alongside...everything else. But it'll be quite a lingering thing long after this is over, now won't it? He won't be able to acquire quite the same sensation as this from anyone else...and even if he did, it will perhaps ever just be an untimely reminder, of sultry weight and a murmured voice and heated touch. Luocha would enjoy knowing he leaves such a mark, even so shallowly as it scratches the surface of the other ways he'd like to ruin Caelus.
Which, perhaps, had been the intention all along in this--from the moment Caelus had first reached out, and confessed his wants so plainly--no matter how Luocha might couch it in such indifferent rationale as wanting to observe what makes this vessel tick, what stimulus might strain its contents at the seams. The temptation of such a seemingly pliable subject had been a difficult thing to resist--something that could be bent and shaped so very easily, in this world where so few things are so simple to manipulate--especially when the subject all but asks for it, invites him into his lap. ...The catch, though...
Was that Luocha hadn't expected Caelus to try ruining him too.
Perhaps a strong word, and perhaps there's still some ambiguously measured influence from the Stellaron moving through him, but either way the result still feels the same. It's, demeaning. (Exhilarating.) To find this coming from such an unexpected source, and somewhat succeeding. (So clearly not even fueled by anything ulterior, simply desire.) ...The strangest aspect, too, is how there remains such a distinct duality to the Trailblazer's actions. The way desperation still colors his greed, sweet whines slipping from this throat with every ministration, even as his mouth still says words like those, and his hands--
The shift is abrupt; it catches Luocha off-guard, the insistent fingers that close fully around his cock, touching stroking coaxing--bearing upon every sensitive spot with a clear intent. It's not that there's no effect, because there certainly is, tangible in the way Luocha gasps for breath he's suddenly lost, and his hips seize, hands clutching at Caelus's shoulders just to keep upright as pleasure jolts up through his spine anew. Even then, for just a moment--two--it almost seems as if it won't be enough. ...Before Caelus goes in for another bite, that sweet-sharp sting of teeth sinking into tender flesh.
Luocha comes into Caelus's hand with a moan, low and breathy--messily, shaking, panting into the crook of Caelus's neck as his frame can't help but give way and sink down over him. Perhaps it isn't properly fucking Luocha like this, no...but for a moment Caelus might yet derive a satisfaction close to it here, from debauching the man in this way. It's a rare vulnerability, the way the merchant's body trembles against him, as the heat of the pleasure moves through every nerve until he's spent. And even after the moment passes--even as he lifts his head--there's further evidence of undone poise in the faint flush on his cheeks, in his lips, the way green eyes have to refocus from a haze. It's a delicious, irresistible high.
It's not enough.
A hand still clutches at Caelus's shoulder tight enough to bruise, until it's not, until it's dragging down over his chest and pushing him back against the chair, refusing that clever mouth any further chance to ravish his neck. Slowly but firmly sitting up against him, Luocha rakes his other hand through his blond hair where it's spilled messily over his shoulder...and then reaches down, wrapping fingers around Caelus's neglected cock in turn, fingertips threading messily through his own come and slickening his grip.]
--Mm. Now look what you've done... [Harshly, roughly, he begins to pump at the shaft.]
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Which, perhaps, had been the intention all along in this--from the moment Caelus had first reached out, and confessed his wants so plainly--no matter how Luocha might couch it in such indifferent rationale as wanting to observe what makes this vessel tick, what stimulus might strain its contents at the seams. The temptation of such a seemingly pliable subject had been a difficult thing to resist--something that could be bent and shaped so very easily, in this world where so few things are so simple to manipulate--especially when the subject all but asks for it, invites him into his lap. ...The catch, though...
Was that Luocha hadn't expected Caelus to try ruining him too.
Perhaps a strong word, and perhaps there's still some ambiguously measured influence from the Stellaron moving through him, but either way the result still feels the same. It's, demeaning. (Exhilarating.) To find this coming from such an unexpected source, and somewhat succeeding. (So clearly not even fueled by anything ulterior, simply desire.) ...The strangest aspect, too, is how there remains such a distinct duality to the Trailblazer's actions. The way desperation still colors his greed, sweet whines slipping from this throat with every ministration, even as his mouth still says words like those, and his hands--
The shift is abrupt; it catches Luocha off-guard, the insistent fingers that close fully around his cock, touching stroking coaxing--bearing upon every sensitive spot with a clear intent. It's not that there's no effect, because there certainly is, tangible in the way Luocha gasps for breath he's suddenly lost, and his hips seize, hands clutching at Caelus's shoulders just to keep upright as pleasure jolts up through his spine anew. Even then, for just a moment--two--it almost seems as if it won't be enough. ...Before Caelus goes in for another bite, that sweet-sharp sting of teeth sinking into tender flesh.
Luocha comes into Caelus's hand with a moan, low and breathy--messily, shaking, panting into the crook of Caelus's neck as his frame can't help but give way and sink down over him. Perhaps it isn't properly fucking Luocha like this, no...but for a moment Caelus might yet derive a satisfaction close to it here, from debauching the man in this way. It's a rare vulnerability, the way the merchant's body trembles against him, as the heat of the pleasure moves through every nerve until he's spent. And even after the moment passes--even as he lifts his head--there's further evidence of undone poise in the faint flush on his cheeks, in his lips, the way green eyes have to refocus from a haze. It's a delicious, irresistible high.
It's not enough.
A hand still clutches at Caelus's shoulder tight enough to bruise, until it's not, until it's dragging down over his chest and pushing him back against the chair, refusing that clever mouth any further chance to ravish his neck. Slowly but firmly sitting up against him, Luocha rakes his other hand through his blond hair where it's spilled messily over his shoulder...and then reaches down, wrapping fingers around Caelus's neglected cock in turn, fingertips threading messily through his own come and slickening his grip.]
--Mm. Now look what you've done... [Harshly, roughly, he begins to pump at the shaft.]