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[What Dorian will quickly learn is that Abduxel is very easily taunted.

He feels a spike of excitement as he pulls that yelp from Dorian. And the man keeps goading him farther. His eyes flick up to look at the other man's face with a predatory gleam.

Reacting to Dorian leaning into the grasp, he grips his neck roughly while still maintaining that hard bite, pushing his fingers into the sides of Dorian's throat while pinching his nipple between his teeth. He doesn't completely cut off the airway in that chokehold, but restricts it. The other hand is still between his legs, but releases the pressure entirely now and ceases the hard grind, as if he's just gently resting his hand there - so that Dorian would have to move his own body to get any pleasurable friction. Squirm for me.]

[ He's taking deeper breaths as Abduxel's hand clenches his throat, pressing down on his windpipe in the process. Dorian moans with pleasure at the pain of his throat and the pain on his nipple. There we go.

He can't help but have a flash of annoyance as Abduxel releases his hand between his legs. What gives? Dorian, wrapped up in his own thoughts, his own desires, thrusts himself forward against Abduxel's body, trying to get a little bit of friction going. He can't do that much, due to his close proximity, but he squirms against the man's grasp, trying to get something close to that friction he had going before. ]

[He senses that frustration and gets a kick out of it. Giving Dorian some of what he wants while denying him some, too. And that moan, which he feels as his palm pushes against Dorian's throat. He grins, mostly to himself given where he is. While Dorian bucks his hips, Abduxel rewards him by pressing against him and returning to grinding, but only while he moves - if he stops, Abduxel stops.

As much as playfully torturing Dorian is incredibly arousing for him, he doesn't get much out of this position physically. So - still gripping the man's throat, keeping him where he wants him - he lets go of the bite once he's got all the writhing and moaning that he wants for now. He pulls his hand out of Dorian's pants and pushes the other man's legs apart. The grip on his throat weakens a bit by necessity as Abduxel leans back in order to re-situate himself, acting very much like Dorian is his play-thing that he can pose however he feels. He pulls Dorian's pants off and tosses them aside, while he's at it. If Dorian obliges, Abduxel intends to end up with Dorian's legs slung over his shoulders, so that when he leans forward again, pressing into that grip on the man's windpipe with renewed and intensified vigor, instead of using his hand he can just grind their crotches together directly. Which he will do, pushing his hard-on against the other man rhythmically, and leaning in close to his face, almost close enough to kiss.]

Edited (typos etc) 2015-04-27 16:09 (UTC)

[ Like Dorian's going to let Abduxel move him around that easy. As he pulls off his pants, Dorian moves to pinch Abduxel's nipple, flicking at it as well. He can't do much with his teeth, what with the grip still pressed down on his throat, but he doesn't want to just simply lay here while Abduxel slings him around like a sack of potatoes (a sexy sack of potatoes).

He indeed obliges as his legs are swung over his shoulder, still pinching and twisting the nipple while he's at it. Eventually, their crotches are touching as Abduxel grids against him, rhythmically, as Dorian, still breathing deeply, still struggling to get air and still enjoying it, leans up towards Abduxel's face, pressing the other man's hand harder against his throat in the process, as he attempts to bite the demon's lip. ]

[The sexiest sack of potatoes there ever was. Probably. I guess who really knows. There could be some pretty sexy potatoes out there.

He lets out a soft ah noise as Dorian gets his nipple and twists at it, and and then again more urgently as his lip is bitten as well. He quietly hisses Dorian as he takes a pause in inflicting pain on the other man to just run his palms sensually up and down his sides, chest, shoulders, neck while reveling in what Dorian is doing to him, now.]

[ hashtag sexy potato.

Dorian's certainly enjoying this interplay the two, as they shift between roles and who's giving who pain. And that hiss of his name...oh how Dorian enjoys that. He returns to the nipple, pinching it, letting out a soft 'mmm' of appreciation as hands run up and down his body. ]

Say my name like that again, [ Dorian purrs, alternatively massaging and pinching the man's nipple. ]

[He runs one hand down Dorian's torso, scratching all the way, right down to the sensitive pubic area until - letting up with the nails, his touch more gentle now - he slides his hand under Dorian's underwear, closing a strong grip around him and dragging his hand along.

Altogether more sinister than the first hiss of his name,]

Dorian.

Edited (PUBLIC. LOL.) 2015-04-29 00:39 (UTC)

[ There we go. Dorian can't help but let out a sensual moan as Abduxel takes his grip, the scratches on his chest fading almost instantly. This was what he wanted. This was wonderful. This was perfect. ]

Again, [ he gasped, the word trailing off into a sharp gasp as his grip tightened. He moved his grip from Abduxel's chest to his back, pulling the two closer together in the process, fingernails raking the man's skin. He's equally turned on by the man's tone of voice, by that sinister undertone, as he is by hearing his name. ]

[Lucky (or unlucky?) for him, Abduxel is a tease and pretty much gets off on being sinister. In response to Dorian's request, with a sly smile close to the other man's face,]

No.

[He strokes him agonizingly slowly.]

Your turn. Say my name.

[His gaze is fixed on Dorian's face, his breathing shallow and excited, although his body language is very calm and collected, confident.]

Fine then, [ he remarks, small smirk on his face. Dorian's hands move further southward, nails trailing down Abduxel's back as he moves closer and closer to the other man's ass.

It's almost a whisper, murmured in a seductive tone, matching Abduxel's gaze as he speaks. ] Abduxel.

[The shiver that gives him is beyond regular enjoyment; when Abduxel's name is spoken, he feels some visceral chill, and in such close proximity it's... erotic. Immediately that grip intensifies, and he pulls his hand upwards along Dorian's erection a little faster. Still a slow, regular pace, but more sensual than teasing now. He lets out a heavy breath and closes his eyes for a second.

He brings his lips against Dorian's, a gentle kiss, then takes one lip in his teeth and bites a little. Meanwhile, he's bringing his palm over the head, then sliding back down to the base at an accelerating rate.]

[ As Abduxel pulls away from the kiss, teeth biting on Dorian's lip, the immortal can't help but practically shove himself back on Abduxel, violently and passionately kissing the man, his tongue slinking into his mouth, pushing past Abduxel's teeth.

Dorian's fingernails dig into his back, as Abduxel continues working the shaft. As he pulls apart to breath, a passionate moan escapes Dorian's lips, as he shivers with ecstasy. ]

[Abduxel returns the rough passionate kiss in kind, closing his eyes and getting into it, in rhythm with his strokes.

That moan. He's electrified by the excitement and pleasure Dorian's expressing, his body writhing under him, and his own movements intesify as well. Greedy for more, more moans, more writhing, his name being said, he returns his mouth to Dorian's neck and sinks in a hard bite, trying to break skin this time.

The hand on Dorian's cock slips away a moment while he is distracted, to start pulling off his underwear. This is in the way now.]

[ His teeth break skin and a small trickle of blood starts to emerge from the wound on Dorian's neck. He cried out, a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure, fingernails digging in harder at the bite, arching his back up as well. Yes.

Almost at the same time as Abduxel starts to pull off his underwear, Dorian's hands slip downwards, moving closer to Abduxel's cock while at the same time, just kind of getting in the way. Grabbing it, he started to work the shaft again, getting totally in the way. ]

[Huffing a heavy exhale against Dorian's neck, he freezes in his attempt to get these clothes out of the way as he feels himself gripped. Partially out of pleasure, partially because seriously Dorian you're getting in the way. The next heavy breath becomes a little moan, his face gently pressed onto Dorian's neck.

Well, sometime in the middle of this he's lost grip on his glamour magic, because really, it's hard to concentrate on so many things. If Dorian hasn't seen his horns before, he will now; they simply seem to materialize when he blinks.

He arches his body, moving his hips against Dorian's strokes, making little noises here and there in desire.]

[ Honey badger don't care, honey badger is just really wrapped up in the moment and is enjoying this so much. He continues to work Abduxel's cock, hands going up and down, friction growing faster as his grip tightens.

Looking up, Dorian intended to give the demon a roguish smirk. What happened instead was something that started off as a smirk but quickly morphed into a 'what the hell?' expression. Because yeah. Those horns were new.

Needless to say, he's still working the other man's shaft as he gives Abduxel the world's most confused look. ]

[Abduxel doesn't even notice. His eyes are closed. He can't get Dorian's underwear off right now with this man's arm in his way, but by god, he is not going to stop him from working his cock. As the grip and speed intensifies, he moans and writhes.

He gives up on getting undressed, instead groping down Dorian's midsection to grip him again as well and start stroking him.]

[ YEAH NO, STILL STARING, still staring while pretty much keeping up the work on Abduxel's cock. ]

Please tell me you don't have any other surprises hiding away.

[Abduxel opens his eyes and they flick to the side, as he can see the point of his horns out of the corner of his eye. He starts to laugh, tightens his hand around Dorian's cock.] I'll tell you whatever you want as long as you don't stop.

[Punctuated by a hard exhale.]

No, there's no other surprises.

Oh thank God, [ Dorian responds, a liiiittle too relieved about all this. Look, somebody prefers to fuck human-shaped members of different species, okay?

As if to prove that he's fine with the horns, Dorian goes back to work on Abduxel's cock, rubbing it up and down, working the shaft. ] Lean back, [ he orders, as he attempts to push Abduxel off of him and back on the couch, so that Dorian's the one now topping. ]

Thank the Devil, [He corrects, slyly.

As for leaning back, Abduxel obliges, letting Dorian get on top of him. But not before he gets his own pants and boxer-briefs off. He reaches out for Dorian as the man comes closer, running his fingernails up his sides and back.]

[ Dorian lays himself on top of Abduxel, giving him a brief peck on the lips before moving downward. He moves down Abduxel's chest with his tongue, barely touching the man's skin, close enough to leave a trail of saliva but light enough to leave him wanting more.

When his tongue gets down to the other man's cock, however, Dorian grips it with one hand, tightly working it, moving his hand up and down, as he moves his tongue to the tip of the organ. Dorian traces patterns with his tongue, again only putting the lightest of pressure, leaving Abduxel wanting more.

[This fucking tease.

Abduxel's neck arches back as Dorian runs his tongue along him, his hands both gripping the fabric of the couch in different places, tense with anticipation.

His eyes close and a soft moan escapes his lips as, finally, Dorian's tongue traces around his cock. His body is moving, muscles flexing. His hips raise, needy and eager, quick shuddering breaths when he teasingly traces over just the right places.]

Dorian - ah - please.

Please what, [ Dorian seductively responds, small smirk on his face as he continues to work the cock. Returning to what he knew was a sweet spot, Dorian returned to lightly tracing patterns with his tongue...though occasionally, he increased pressure, making full contact and giving a nice long lick with his tongue. ]

[He doesn't respond right away, concentration broken by a moment of full contact which makes him moan more openly. He reaches one hand down to slide his fingers into Dorian's hair, but resists the urge to start pushing him around by the head. But the urge is detectable as his fingers flex into his hair, a light grip that doesn't overtake control.]

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#sexypotato2015

it's a sensitive public area indeed

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