A guilty pleasure, truly. Mujin drove him wild and he couldn't hide that, nor did he even attempt to. But so did Aster and Arthur, even as he was teased and made to get further frustrated from the touches and slow pace. He'd thought about how Arthur reacted to himself and Mujin...but now wasn't the time to deep-dive, and hopefully the imaginary knew that he'd never try to take Mujin away, nor push Arthur away. If anything he'd want to share those delicious moans from their virgo more often.
The touch to his throat made his breath hitch, leaning into the pressure slightly, but also wanting to press further back against the major. If he hadn't developed such a kink for being teased and taunted this would be rather frustrating (in a bad way) but even if he whined about it, Louis loved when Arthur took control, teased him and pushed him to the edge.
With only the sound of their own breaths and the water around them, he twisted a little further when he was kissed, deepening it greedily and moaning against him, addicted all over again to these tastes of Arthur, also wanting to pull some moans from his lover. The imaginary challenged him more--made him both give up control while also wanting to take it back over, only so he could see the man overpower him again. Ah, the major ticked all the dominant boxes for Louis, and he was far from complaining.
Dropping one of his hands to reach behind himself, he gripped at the man's slick skin, nails lightly scraping over the small of his back to his hip. Muscles tightened and he pressed back against the other, not yet attempting to quicken the pace, but wanting to feel Arthur fill him up with every frustratingly slow thrust. His moans weren't even held back now, not giving a damn whether their had neighbors that may complain. Good luck to that front desk girl attempting to stop them. Louis had no shame, he'd carry on with an audience if he had to.
He was being moved again and a disgruntled sound escaped him, playfully palming the major's ass to pull him closer, though soon enough gave in to holding onto the rim of the tug. The water, despite cooling down by now, still felt hot and made his skin tingle where it washed over him. Hypersensitive to any and all touches, sounds, everything. "Fuck your illusions," he held no malice, just a bit of a whine since they had impacted him so much. His back arched and his thighs trembled slightly, spreading his legs beneath the bubbling water to help Arthur press in deeper. Another curse escaped him, the pace still painfully slow, but still enough to keep Deimos pining for more.
The darkening room caught his curiosity, a soft hum escaping him between pants and gasps, approving of possibly taking some of his senses away. That'd be a new flavor of fun. But he couldn't help but give a breathless laugh at the mention of jelly, "Only if I get to do the clean-up," meaning, of course, licking and kissing every bit of the imaginary jelly from the man's body. Despite teasing Arthur about his imaginary sweets, he'd taken a liking to them, even if he didn't understand it fully.
A noise of frustration left him as the imaginary pulled away from him, leaving him wanting more, but it seemed the other had that covered for the moment. He'd turned around easily, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead...driven insane, just as the other wanted. (And not-so-secretly himself, but damn) Feeling the man's fingers wrap around them, he moved one of his hands to join the major's, teasing his lover's tip while 'forcing' him to squeeze their arousals just enough to make him shiver..but again, the other had let him go too quickly.
Letting out a slow breath against Arthur's lips, his mismatched eyes studied the man's expression, leaning closer so he could playfully bite onto the man's lower lip, pausing after his request as if he was actually contemplating giving permission. He'd do anything for Arthur and the imaginary knew it.
Letting his lip go, the major moved after his lover, allowing him to position him where he wanted, for the time being. "Mm, you know I'll let you," he pointed out, looking up to the other through his wet bangs, his hands lifting to grip the tops of Arthur's thighs, spreading them a little further so he could come closer. "You know I want you to," he added, parting his lips as he was given the opportunity to (possibly) drive Arthur a little insane. He let the other spread his precum over his lips before slipping his tongue over the tip of his cock, catching more of him to get a better taste. His fingers gripped the imaginary's thighs a little tighter, taking the tip of his arousal between his lips, moaning lowly against the hot skin.
Greedily Deimos took a bit more of him into his mouth, pressing his tongue to the underside of his cock while sucking at the tip, being 'good' and keeping from taking over and taking what he wanted...for now.
"Your cum will look so good on me," he teased, tipping his head to lick and suck at his arousal, moving one of his hands to give some attention to his balls, all the while taking him back into his mouth, pressing closer to take more of him, taking a little 'control', though he doubted that would last long. "Want to fuck my mouth, baby?" He glanced up once more, curious, "Cum all over me--I can make you hard again so you can fuck me more, if you want," cocky? Sure, but he'd learned some of Arthur's buttons. Before the other could answer--or stop him, possibly--he attempted to take the man fully into his mouth, gagging as he took him all in a little quicker than he meant to. Swallowing around him Louis nudged his nose against the other's abdomen, pulling back just enough to breathe easier, though now he wanted to pull the imaginary over the edge, hear him moan for him, all for him.
