Hmmm. That was a problem back when I didn't know how to enjoy it. Now, I find your stubbornness... [he chuckles, fingers curling as he slides them nearly free, thumb grazing his clit.] ...Manageable.
Manageable... [somehow managing to sound entirely scandalized despite simultaneously clenching desperately around him.] I've never been accused of such a thing...
[his permanent grin is genuine in the face of his outrage.]
There's nothing I love more than teasing you. Verbally and physically. Now, there's no way to stop the former... but you know how to end the latter. [just a little please -- no cherry on top necessary.]
[ahhhh, so close. and Skulduggery isn't a very patient man himself...
he repositions himself, changing the depth of his reach as he picks up the pace; nowhere near as hard as either of them wants it, but enough to hint that he's more than willing to follow through on any plea or demand made of him.]
[he blushes, his usual response to any amount of praise, and maybe that's what finally snaps the thin tethers of his will. not that he's been very good at delaying gratification in the first place.]
[he'd been seconds away from giving in himself, which is probably clear from the way he sighs in relief and pleasure alike. he moves again, his knees digging between his to keep his legs apart, and his thrusting, curling fingers are joined by the knuckles of his other hand, which drag and rub against his clit.]
Ahh... I can never resist your desires, darling. Not even a little.
[he doesn't dare look away, committing the entire moment to memory. the roll of his hips, the look on his face, the desperation in his voice. all of this wild desire, and he gets to be the one to witness it. god, what a heady notion that is.]
Yes, darling. My darling, singularly gorgeous, you really are impossible to resist...
[his eyes are shut firmly as he nears his peak, so distracted that maybe he doesn't even notice that the tears have started to bead on his lashes, or how, when he comes on a wet gasp, eyes barely parting to pitch black, they fall down his temples and into his hair.]
[he may not notice, but Skulduggery does. he's slow to pull his one hand free, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm, raising the other to run his thumb across the wet trail from his eye.]
It's... [a faint grin] I hardly have words for it. Never in even my most absurd fantasies did I ever imagine... that someone could look upon me as I want to be, as I am...
[he traces his thumb across his hairline, slipping his other hand free to rest on his thigh.]
I wish that weren't true. I wish you'd had the chance to be seen by others, not merely projected upon. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't honored to be the first.
Hmmm... The way you plead for me to touch you. The noises you make when I finally do. The way you look, riding my hand... [he tilts his head in a grin, squeezing the flesh under his hand.] Just to name a few.
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There's nothing I love more than teasing you. Verbally and physically. Now, there's no way to stop the former... but you know how to end the latter. [just a little please -- no cherry on top necessary.]
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he repositions himself, changing the depth of his reach as he picks up the pace; nowhere near as hard as either of them wants it, but enough to hint that he's more than willing to follow through on any plea or demand made of him.]
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[one of them has to crack first, but Skulduggery isn't so certain it'll be the Captain.]
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Please, Skulduggery, I need you...
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Ahh... I can never resist your desires, darling. Not even a little.
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Please, call me that again, please...
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Yes, darling. My darling, singularly gorgeous, you really are impossible to resist...
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Shhh. I've got you.
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It's... [a faint grin] I hardly have words for it. Never in even my most absurd fantasies did I ever imagine... that someone could look upon me as I want to be, as I am...
[and not demand something else. someone else.]
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I wish that weren't true. I wish you'd had the chance to be seen by others, not merely projected upon. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't honored to be the first.
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No one could ever make me feel like you do. Of that, I am entirely certain.
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[joking, but also not]
But I will say, I hope that smile of yours is able to be freely shared one day. No harm in them seeing how cute happiness makes you.
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[pause]
... Smirking doesn't count, right? [just checking.]
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No, my dear. It just isn't the same.