-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 23:22 --
ET: Hey.
ET: Youre keeping an eye outside right?
PI: yes.
ET: Anything weird happening?
ET: ...Actually yeah. IS anything weird happening?
PI: saw. some thins earlier.
PI: coul possibly coun.
ET: Just been worried but.
ET: If it aint anything that needed intervention then I guess itll be alright.
PI: don believe so. wha i saw. was handle.
PI: ... mostly.
ET: I figured.
ET: Its cool having an eye in the sky anyway.
PI: thins worryin you?
PI: wha in specifi.
ET: Yeah.
ET: Just some stuff with Emilet and Orphus. I dont exactly know the guy super well and.
ET: I was afraid he might rampage or do something. Idk.
ET: You can never be too careful.
PI: nn.
PI: no.
PI: isn doin this.
ET: Okay.
ET: Everything else aint my business.
PI: suppose.
PI: this is fine with you?
ET: Not really.
ET: I had to be That Guy tonight.
PI: ... who?
ET: The one who says shit like it is despite realizing the consequences that would follow.
ET: But if I hadnt then fuckery would have tumbled into something bigger.
ET: And theyre all my friends you know? I cant let them do that to themselves.
PI: yes.
PI: understan this.
PI: don thin youre wron.
PI: prefer honesty.
ET: You do?
PI: of course.
PI: hol in... creaes larger problems.
PI: honesty. with yourself. an others. bes policy.
PI: also
PI: forgiveness.
ET: Yeah its.
ET: Good that youre here Zoos.
ET: Youre teaching me a lot. Maybe you dont even get it.
PI: don suppose. coul understan completely.
PI: however. gla for this.
ET: I dunno.
ET: Im watching more what I do now. Give myself a chance. Other people too.
ET: Imagine the look on Zuserks face if I fuck this up. That kind of thing.
PI: wouldn judge you.
PI: in no position.
ET: You could judge me a little.
PI: won.
ET: If you aint in a position to judge me... and Im giving myself more of a chance not to fuck shit up.
ET: Whos flying the plane????
PI: will still. give my inpu.
PI: this acceptable?
ET: Oh yeah. That fussying thing you do.
PI: is.
PI: inpu.
ET: Its fussyin.
PI: this wor.
PI: im judgin.
ET: As far as anybodys concerned I dont know whats good for me but you do.
ET: ...
ET: That came out wrong.
PI: ...
PI: clarify?
ET: Nah its cool. Were cool.
ET: Im really cool.
PI: ...?
PI: joel.
ET: I made my mistakes.
ET: Got nowhere to run.
ET: The night goes on.
ET: As Im fadin away.
PI: please.
PI: clarify.
ET: I dont know whats good for me Zoos.
ET: But you do.
PI: ... yes. you do.
PI: jus don always believe. you deserve those thins.
ET: I deserve you.
ET: You make me feel that way.
PI: if wha i give to you is positive.
PI: yes.
PI: you do.
ET: Im gonna kick your ass.
ET: Also dont say please ever. Im marking this shit as illegal.
PI: hn.
PI: woul you. please. no do tha.
ET: Oh my god.
PI: hnn.
ET: Youre havin a real giggle there mate. I can tell.
PI: yes.
ET: God damn it.
ET: Dont even have the decency to spare my pride.
ET: I wont kick your ass. Fine.
ET: Ill punch it probably instead. When you aint expecting it.
PI: still. don recommen this.
ET: Ill punch you right in the ass cheek I dont give a fuck.
PI: woul hur.
ET: You never know.
ET: Maybe itll hurt good. Lets try and keep an open mind about this.
PI: nn.
PI: seems unlikely.
PI: coul be doin other thins. guarantee to feel better.
ET: Never know what you like unless you try it.
ET: But yeah fine... lets do it your way.
ET: Your ways yield some fine results if I do say so.
PI: yes. agree.
ET: Yeah of course you would.
PI: willin to try. some new thins. within reason.
ET: This is... a conversation were having right now. I can roll with it.
PI: can. or wan to?
ET: No I want to.
ET: Were doing this.
PI: okay.
PI: have. specifi interes?
ET: ... Okay never mind. I cant do this.
PI: nn.
PI: okay.
ET: Im a goddamn failure.
ET: Cant even talk about my own kinks.
PI: no.
PI: jus. no comfortable ye.
PI: is fine.
PI: can wai.
ET: Well Im all out of sorts but.
ET: Kind of curious like. Hypothetically.
ET: If you said some stuff you wanted to do first.
ET: Like. Yeah my nerve would improve on that.
PI: can do this.
ET: Thing. The talking thing.
ET: Okay.
PI: assumin. these are mutual interes.
PI: have interes in penetratin you.
PI: watchin you. pleasure yourself.
PI: woul enjoy focusin on you. only. for an extende perio.
PI: also. wan to see. how lon you coul go. withou orgasm.
PI: fin this one migh be difficul.
PI: also. migh enjoy restrains.
PI: considerin possibilities. of high locations.
PI: uncertain ye. of others. bu will give though.
PI: ...
PI: was. overwhelmin?
ET: NO. i MEAN No.
PI: ...
PI: certain?
ET: Positive.
PI: have. thoughs?
ET: Thoughts yeah but.
ET: None I dont want anybody to see besides you.
PI: don. wan to share. here?
ET: Truth.
PI: this is fine.
ET: Vents open.
PI: comin.
ZUSERK: -and he's there pretty quick. was he already there???? who knows. either way, he's dropping down in his typical fashion.-
JOEL: Hey. *just chilling in his desk chair, tugging the headset off. Fingers are tented at him of course. And he looks thoughtful. Determined. A little red in the face, which still hasn't gone away much. Goddammit, Zuserk.*
JOEL: So we were sayin.
ZUSERK: -he stares back. Joel is looking about how he might have expected.- yes.
ZUSERK: ... ?
ZUSERK: -he steps a little closer.-
JOEL: *Nope. No surprises there. And then he is rising off his chair, moving up to take up Zuserk in a soft kiss.* ...Think this is better in person anyway.
JOEL: These ideas about... going down on you. Eatin you out. Fucking you. Fucking myself on you. *He's grinning, so brazened. Literally, no cares or censors can be had here.* I like knowing you got horns to taste what all of that does to me.
JOEL: I also like touching myself to some pictures you send me. Cuz Im thinking about you doing it instead. Why deny me once when I can come for you all the times you want. *kisses him one more time* Not really scratching the surface but.
JOEL: Were getting there.
ZUSERK: -He didn't know what he was expecting, but after such a seemingly innocent kiss, it sure wasn't the flood of things that came one after the other out of Joel's lips. By the time Joel was done talking, he realized how he had been holding his breath, his eyes a fraction or two wider as he stares, and he can feel one hand twitching at his side from the mere thought to touch. He tries to breath slow, steady.-
ZUSERK: may be. considerin. some new thins. sooner than expecte.
JOEL: So much for the sched... God damn. *snickering just by his mouth, brushing the fingers of one hand with the other. This was innocent yes.*
ZUSERK: -No, sorry, he is taking that hand in his.- don nee one. for this. do we.
JOEL: Yeah. Fuck waiting honestly. I like your style. *And so presses a smooch to him again, free hand coming to squeeze one of his arms.*
ZUSERK: -Are you squeezing his arm?? Sorry, he thinks that his arm is squeezing you. Or, at the very least, two of his hands are trying to (carefully) scoop Joel up by the butt at that. This counts as permission, doesn't it???-
JOEL: Haha fuck... Zoos. *Hell yeah it does. Joel has to laugh, lugged up by the ass that he is. This troll meant business and suddenly, the laughs dissolve away as the kisses become more feverish. Knees hug his sides and arms are hooking around Zuserk's neck. Partially for balance and partially just to press himself this deviously closer.* Mmm...
ZUSERK: -He isn't certain more whether he is bringing Joel where he wants him or trapping himself at this point, wrapped up in warm limbs like this, drawn in by the wet press of lips. His other two arms rest at Joel's back, secure, and for this moment he isn't thinking about going anywhere else, hands squeezing and pressing Joel closer, head tilting to redirect his own kisses to the side of Joel's neck, a gentle teasing scrape of teeth before muttering into the soft skin.-
ZUSERK: have. any immediae wishes. joel?
JOEL: Could think of a few. -chuckles are stiffled by the tempting scrape of teeth against his neck. He sighs instead, one of the hands moving along his shoulder up into his hair, only to fondle at the shaft of Zuserk's horn. Bolder, not so experimental with his touch like last time. Why would he, when he knew what it was about?-
JOEL: -The hands squeezing along his ass and back get him thinking though. He grins, nuzzling against Zuserk's temple while gently running his palm.- Might wanna get to the bed first.
ZUSERK: nn... -He stiffens a little at the touch, senses focusing more on Joel and little on everything else, and it's much more interesting to be doused directly with the shifting hormones than merely to sense them, vaguely, in the air. But Joel, distracting as he was, made a fair point.-
ZUSERK: -He doesn't give it too much more thought once he's made his decision, carrying the clinging shape in his arms to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to rest him there, arms sliding back and settling hands at his sides, instead, pressing his own weight into him just enough to be present but not to be heavy.-
ZUSERK: here.
JOEL: Cool. -Always so gentle and careful, he could see it on his face. Frustrating but in the best way possible for Joel. He reclines leaning on his palms, considering all that Zoos had told him. He then shrugs off his t-shirt. So contemplative.- Hmm.
JOEL: Help me out huh? -nudges with his knees. His pants, he means. The shirt is dropped off somewhere to the side, eyes right on Zuserk.-
ZUSERK: -He can't help watching close, waiting for anything, whatever Joel wants or where he moves, and his eyes trail over the bare torso he's given view of-- at least, until his ears twitch at the gentle prod of Joel's knees, at the question. He's quick to act, leaning back to tug at the button of Joel's jeans, unzip. He's done this before. It isn't difficult.-
ZUSERK: -His fingers hook at the top, tug down, pull Joel up an inch or so from the mattress before the article's sliding down his legs. Simple. He looks up at Joel's face again.-
JOEL: -Gdi, he's huffing a laugh again. Can't be helped when he's being handled with legitimate practiced ease. Now he's sitting as nude as God intended.-
JOEL: I gotta say... youre getting better at that. -lowers his legs and lounges for a moment, allowing the view to sink in. Then without even a small amount of discretion, he begins touching himself.-
JOEL: Confirm or deny. -murmurs.- I kinda remember something about you wanting to watch me.
ZUSERK: -He's already leaned back enough to look, but the moment he figures out where Joel's hand is going, what it's doing, it's almost involuntary how he sits back, pupils widening and a dark purple flush rising in his face. It takes him several beats too long to actually respond.-
ZUSERK: ... confirm. -The word is soft, like he's breathless just to witness this, catching himself on a pair of hands as he leans back to sit on the ground and stare up at Joel. And, God, he wants to touch, too, but he also doesn't, taking some strange masochistic satisfaction in this distance, and he's pressing a palm to his own groin to stifle his unsheathing.-
JOEL: Alright... Ill make myself feel nice. -If it's a show he wanted, then it's a show Joel was going to go for. His weight levels out on his elbow as he reclines further, feeling Zuserk's eyes on him and honestly just taking the chance to bask in it. This was as new to Joel as it... might be to Zuserk. Even the idea that it might not be was kind of thrilling. He puffs his breath and works his palm over himself, admitting privately the appeal. He couldn't tell what was doing it faster for him, the dragging moments of quiet only interrupted by the crude flick of his wrist, the strain behind his own gasps... Or the fact Zuserk wasn't saying anything at all. Just. Watching.-
ZUSERK: -His eyes couldn't seem to decide whether they wanted to settle on Joel's expression or follow the movement of his hand, both very pertinent points of focus, and there was no way he could bring himself to say anything, even if he had wanted. That would have interrupted the sound of Joel's hitched breaths, the slide of his hand, the vocalizations so soft that maybe even he wasn't entirely aware of them. To Zuserk, though, all these things made up the important understanding of how Joel was feeling, and just in that, he felt gifted to be a part of it. Moreover, he watched to learn, and he felt he learned much already to let Joel, with his warm-flushed skin and faintly creased brows and dextrously moving hand, teach him.-
JOEL: -works his own cock to a hardening flush, lost in the intense focus of these few moments. His eyes could drift closed, not see him exactly but just feel Zuserk's eyes on him. From there, he could let his mind fill in the blanks with possibilities. How long he could keep this up. How far he could go just thinking about Zuserk touching him without actually... A shuddering sound escapes him, stifled by clamping teeth over his bottom lip but ultimately, washing himself over with embarrassment. Joel dares to crack open his eyes then. Expression furrowed. His shakily working fingers slickened by pre.- ...Kinda getting lonely here.
ZUSERK: -He could have predicted this, and despite how much he likes this, he has no problems participating either. Especially when Joel is this close, when he knows he can. That he, for all intents and purposes, has explicit permission to. But he imagines this kind of display is difficult, and also maybe that it's difficult without input when someone is sitting literally right in front of you, in a situation that probably warrants some input when one isn't hiding. Just one of those things he is vaguely aware of.-
ZUSERK: -That's enough of an indication for him to stand up, though, and he's just a little proud he's managed to keep himself sheathed this long (not without effort), stepping closer and leaning even more so, and it's hard not to be aware of how very vulnerable Joel is compared to himself currently, so he cups Joel's face in two of his hands, kisses him gently.-
ZUSERK: wha... can i do for you?
JOEL: -Kiss him first, please. The relief that floods him when hands come to cup the sides of his face leaves him conscious of how much he craves every little bit of contact. Joel's just a simple needy human. This comes with the territory. Zuserk's gentle kisses are welcomed with pliant lips and eager breaths. For a few sweet seconds, Joel doesn't bother answering.-
JOEL: -smiles into the kiss after a while- Lets refer back to the drawing board huh.
JOEL: See how long I can go without coming. Were both a lil curious about that arent we?
ZUSERK: -He's sure to kiss him as many times as he wants, because this is no time or place not to affirm him for what he's already done, that it's good. But when Joel does answer, Zuserk stares down at him, and the way his mouth curls into a smile makes him almost feel a little guilty.-
ZUSERK: ... sure. this is wha you wan?
JOEL: I am consentin. -grins back, unable to contain the trill of excitement raising goosebumps on his skin. Pauses dramatically for a second before allowing himself to leg pose. SEXILY.- I am consentin loudly.
ZUSERK: ... see tha. -impressive.-
ZUSERK: -But, really, his hands still holding Joel's face slide down to the sides of his neck, instead, another hand resting palm flat on Joel's abdomen, and he's shifting to get one knee up on the bed next to Joel's thigh, positioning himself comfortably closer as that hand trails down, sort of pulls away, just so it's something of a surprise when his fingertips ghost lightly up the length of his cock.-
ZUSERK: more curious. to see this.
JOEL: Yeah Imm... mm... -some of the snark falters in his throat for a second. But only for a second. He's back to grinning, squirming to shift his own legs apart. The most eager for more of Zuserk's touches.- Fuck thats nice.
ZUSERK: -He isn't sure he can guarantee he will be very nice, he considers ironically, but he won't say as much yet.- wan. more? -He doesn't bother to wait for an answer; his touch resumes, more substantial this time, and it would seem he was, in fact, paying attention when Joel did this. He's paying very close attention even now, eyes moving between Joel's face and what he's doing.-
JOEL: I want shhhffffuck... -the stimulus of his forward touching has tension racing up his spine in leaden hot spirals. The words stall in his throat but hell if Joel isn't still enthused for more. He stays spread, really liking having Zuserk's eyes on him, his full attention. Enough that Joel feels impulsed for more ridiculous dirty talk, as evident by the quirk of a flushed grin still on his face.- Yeah god yeah! Make it hurt so good for me.
ZUSERK: -Okay, so. That makes smile, but maybe for different reasons than Joel actually intends. He is just ridiculously endearing even now, and it almost throws Zuserk off a little -- enough to force him to kiss Joel again -- but he's got enough determination not to let it stop this. This is a pretty important mission they've got here. So he's speeding up a little bit more, mindful of how Joel reacts, and it's just when he gets the feeling that Joel seems to be really getting into it that his hand. Pulls away, completely, without warning.-
ZUSERK: -He says nothing about it. In fact, he's just pulling away some, reaching for the waistline of his own pants, now.-
JOEL: -If the kiss didn't shut him up, it sure was the hand making quick work of him. For a few intense seconds, he finds that he can't breathe much less speak. Heat trickles deep down south in slow pulsations and he feels like, christ, he might actually spill over just at the thought that if it had been Zuserk's intention, he would already be making a mess of himself. It's a fun delusion Joel tricks himself into entertaining so that when it stops suddenly, he now finds himself caught up in the challenge of the thing. He watches Zuserk move to loosen his pants through half-lidded eyes, breath feeling kind of short.- ...Shit. -puffs.-
ZUSERK: -He glances briefly up at Joel again, mouth twitching, but he still doesn't pause in what he's doing. He's losing his shoes, pants sliding down his legs and to the floor just the same, and it isn't long before his bottom half is just bare that way, and he's not doing as great of a job at keeping himself sheathed anymore, an inch or two of purple unfurling. He ignores it, though; he's dipping down close and he's back to kissing Joel's mouth, his face, the side of his neck. He's fairly certain it's brought him close enough that Joel can't see when Zuserk grasps his cock again with the lightest pressure of fingertips, just to swipe the tip of him over comparatively cool slickness between Zuserk's legs.-
JOEL: -What did he sign up for exactly? A damn quality strip show for one, blanking Joel's brain on everything except the splay of shapely gray thighs and the salacious hint of color prodding past folds of skin. Hhhhhhhholy shit. Hhhhholy fuck. He only remembers where Zuserk's eyes are at when lips catch him up in a kiss again. Fuck, he was a fool for falling for the hungry, weaving kisses. Fingers tug at the shirt with need (he still had it on for some reason?) while a cool mouth moves down his bared neck. Gravelly-sounding moans puff out of him and Joel completely loses track of what Zuserk was doing.-
JOEL: -The troll was touching again, kissing him, weight shifting as he pulled himself closer. It was good, everything about Zuserk was good. Joel can only just make out these thoughts wading past the heated fog of his mind. At least until a hand touches over his prick again. Not just touching, guiding him, he was... A current of white hot pleasure pulses right into the pit of his core, the moment Joel felt himself brush a wet, wet softness. Joel says nothing, totally unable to. Fingers curl tighter, and suddenly, there is a plead in his tone of voice.- .....Zuserk oh my f u ck.
ZUSERK: -The sound of his entire name has him looking up, searching Joel's face again, curious. Possibly concerned. That tone, that look was good, wasn't it? He is at least still fairly certain of this, enough to tilt his hips just that much closer, an eager tightness in his own belly to feel himself spreading around such heat, so slight and shallow but. More than enough to make his heart race. Still, he has to ask.- yes?
JOEL: -Why is this a question being asked? Why is he being asked ANY questions? Joel is a little too caught up in the aching twitch in his dick (ffffuck) as well as the draw of hips and the prod of himself just against slick flesh. He could see suddenly, how good this torment was. How it drew out his want for Zuserk and left him strung for breath. Joel was right where he wanted to be. And now he was ready to make life more difficult for himself.- Motherfuck thats so.... -Coasting on his eagerness from before, Joel nudges himself so that HE'S doing the rubbing at nook folds. Like he could possibly hope to get some control over the situation. Hell no. Joel was in it for the denial that was going to follow soon after.-
ZUSERK: -The breathy phrase, at least, doesn't contain any concerns or complaints, and while it's not exactly direct, it's clear enough that he understands. The movement Joel follows it up with, though, that confirms it, and he can feel the smile tugging at his lips again even as draws his hips back, pulling away -- denying himself, too -- but the leg he had propped up next to Joel's side shifts onto one of Joel's, shin pressing careful but firm onto his thigh in a silent message he intends to clarify.-
ZUSERK: no movin. joel.
JOEL: -exhales with such indignation. Not actually. He's reveling in this game. The reward is the smile quirking on Zuserk's face and the firm press of his thigh down. He was really exposed here and damn if Joel wasn't loving every second of it. He lowers himself to lie back, muscles tense with arousal but the grin still on his face.- ...Yeah yeah okay. Ill be good. -mutters, reaching to stroke fingers along the gray knee. See? He's good.-
ZUSERK: -Would he be? That was to be seen, but the spoken promise of it was gratifying enough. Clearly, Zuserk enjoyed the game just as much, that smile staying settled on his face as Joel rested back, leaving Zuserk to hover over him and have that much better of a view -- something he would never object to. He was going to take the opportunity to reclaim one of his hands for himself in these few moments while he made Joel wait; he slid a finger into his own sheath, right alongside his bulge, forcing the thing to retract involuntarily and brows furrowing at the sensation. As long as he kept it there, he wouldn't be able to unsheathe, regardless of what he did. Someone might call it a fun party trick, if it were remotely appropriate for most parties.-
ZUSERK: -His bottom pair of hands, though, they're sliding down to Joel's hips, anchoring him down while he shifts his leg back onto the mattress -- both, in fact, so he has to rely a little more heavily on that hold he's got for balance as he angles back in, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut once he's started pressing in so close that Joel can't help but to be forced inside, deliberate and gradual.-
JOEL: -He is absolutely the most well behaved, if the dissolving will to contend was the same as behaving himself. It's somewhere past the slow thud of his heart and the fingers twining together that Joel figures, no questions asked, he'd do anything this troll asked him to. He reclines against some pillows pliantly, anticipating and greedy for these small helpings of shamelessness. For example, the image of Zuserk settling his knees on either side of him is taken in. Thoroughly enjoyed with a satisfied grin, tongue swiping over curled lips. Fuck, this was incredible. Breathless praises of this thread pepper the air, but hardly coherent. Especially because a moment later, they don't have to be.-
JOEL: -Zuserk slides fingers into himself while Joel unconsciously clutches at the pillows by his head, reeling in lusty mental spirals from the very picture of himself doing the touching instead. Impossibly, the intensity peaks for Joel as he feels Zuserk's weight shift and suddenly, he feels it on himself. Fitting around him in mounds of wet, fleshy sweetness that curls his toes and strums that tightness deep in the heat of his belly the further he felt his cock press. Settle. Gasps sharpen to a keen, arching out of him as Joel's grip in the pillows strains but still. His hips don't move and neither does he, as blitzed out of his mind that he is. Anything for Zusurk. Anything to get more of him.-
ZUSERK: -Admittedly, he is beginning to have some trouble focusing the majority of his attention of Joel's reactions; he had half expected this, but the sensation as hard flesh pressed into him, stretching and probing his insides in a way nothing comparable ever had before, it both required and demanded more attention from the curiosity, from the dull ache that just bordered on sharp were he to make an error. Logically, he knew the pain would pass -- in part, that was the intention behind this, to accustom himself to it. A few inches in and Zuserk drew his hips back again, silently reveling in the way his flesh clung around Joel's like it wasn't willing to let go. It didn't need to, because he was already drawing him in again just before he pulled out, deeper still this time, and each time he did so, he proved himself right as the ache gradually lessened, as the foggy haze began to curl around his thoughts.-
ZUSERK: -But this wasn't about him. This was about Joel, about testing him. Seeing where this led when he was pushed, but just not enough. To see him in a vulnerable place, but to assure him he was safe there. That was what Zuserk wanted. And for that he needed to be careful, to apply his focus.-
ZUSERK: -So he paused just to ask, just to create a space he could fill with that much more tension, muscles squeezing around Joel's length in a rolling clench.- feels. nice?
JOEL: -pleasure runs like an undercurrent of heat, pulsing over his skin at Zuserk's slow pace. Low-lidded eyes stay transfixed on the moving vision of him, breath rolling out of him in ragged pants. A thin layer of sweat dampens his skin in earnest the more hips rock and spread over him. Zuserk's voice prompts thoughts back into the hot blank slate of his head, words bumbling out of Joel with surprising finesse.-
JOEL: Nice aint really the term Id use. -puffs- Fucked out of my mind maybe. Holy shit. Motherfuc k. How do I...
JOEL: Okay. So. -clutches at sheets, getting his bearings with shallow gasps. And the words keep fumbling out of him.-
JOEL: H-how does this work out so fucking good for people? Like you meet someone and you say like. Holy fuck. Were in ths shit and were gonna be in this shit. Hammer out kinks like.
JOEL: Like. -words faulter for a second as a shudder courses through his limbs until he's grrrroaning out more ridiculousness.- Ohhhh god. Oh my fuck. Checklist. Checklist Zoos. Thats what I was gonna say.
JOEL: I think this is a kink cuz. I cant shut up and youre fucking me and Im pretty sure. Im gonna come if you dont- dont-- -The embarrassing tirade dissolves away as his breath begins to hitch. He can feel himself teetering dangerously close to the edge, hands suddenly gripping at Zuserk's hips as a form of warning. Save him.-
ZUSERK: -He can do little more than just listen as Joel begins to speak, and speak, and speak, and it's begun to truly sink in just what he's doing, exactly, in a way that heats his cool blood just to witness, to be a part of. He realizes Joel is talking about them, of course, that he's overwhelmed already, and Zuserk hadn't exactly been anticipating this, but it's happening, happening so much he's flushing purple, and Joel's hands are squeezing at his hips, and he's holding his breath.-
ZUSERK: -So he decides to go completely still. It's a snap decision, and not entirely what he wants to do. Admittedly, he's never been more tempted to completely throw away his initial intentions in his life, to watch Joel shake and shudder and come undone and be the cause of it, but, for what it's worth, he's still trying. So maybe depriving him now will set this thing back into balance. Maybe -- definitely -- he will find a way to make it worth the time lost, if it's not too late already.-
JOEL: -a gutteral sound escapes from him, so close to the edge that he was and just. Being left there, the feeling of peaking dragging for so long that the sharp ache resonates deep down in his core.- Mother...fuckk... -His palms feel clammy with sweat as they drop from Zuserk's hips and Joel lies there in helpless shivers, hard breathing, and a pained twisted up expression.- God Im so... fucking good for you right now. -pants, dazed and brain fried by receeding, pleasurable gony. He doesn't even know what the hell he's saying anymore.- Tell me how good Im being.
ZUSERK: -He stays still as long as it takes for the tension in Joel's body to slack some, and then he stays still some more, watching carefully as the very clear results of what he's done have Joel in such a pitiful state that he almost aches to see it, but. At the same time, it's all incredibly satisfying.-
ZUSERK: -He can't help agreeing, in any case; at the simple request, he's happy to oblige, dipping down (carefully, not to shift too much), one hand stroking the side of Joel's face, his mouth pressing gently to the other side.-
ZUSERK: very goo.
ZUSERK: bes.
ZUSERK: loo... beautiful. mess.
ZUSERK: perfe.
ZUSERK: wan... to continue?
JOEL: -Where the hell can it go from here? Wherever it is, he'd sure like to find out. A chin turns to snag lips to Zuserk's, shaky and uncoordinated. Desperate sounding in light of Zuserk's softer tone, just leaning into the hand stroking over his face.- I wanna... know what Im doing for you.
JOEL: Gonna fucking end me at this rate. -Not that he's complaining... but he is whining. How incredible is that?-
ZUSERK: nn...
ZUSERK: -How is he supposed to word something like that? It's difficult to explain. He's quiet for a moment, considering.-
ZUSERK: enjoy seein you. lie this.
ZUSERK: nn. needy.
ZUSERK: ... vulnerable.
ZUSERK: an intereste... in how you feel.
ZUSERK: wha. you feel.
ZUSERK: lie. to be par of this.
JOEL: I feel you loving me. -murmurs. Could be the high amounts of tight tension in his belly, the sweet slick weight around his dick, and Zuserk's careful words that have Joel lacking filters between his mouth and mind. Both a blessing and a curse at this point.-
ZUSERK: -That's. An interesting choice of words, and he's. Not entirely sure how to respond to it. It's definitely a lot more difficult to process than the previous things, how he has to think about himself, think about this. How true it actually is.-
ZUSERK: -Eventually, he seems to come to some sort of conclusion about it, though his odd stillness, the too-gentle conviction in his voice might be a sign he's not unaffected when he speaks.-
ZUSERK: ... yes.
JOEL: -He's not in any position to apologize or feel self conscious here. Lips brush on any bit of Zuserk he can reach, the sweetest gesture... at least until his hands move to squeeze along his ass and hips. Just to feel him there, he figures he's earned that much.-
ZUSERK: -This isn't exactly the most appropriate moment, but Zuserk can't really help himself. Despite, or maybe because of everything, he's tearing up; he can't stop how the realization of it all sinks in, how very important it all is, how important it's been this whole time. How important Joel is, impossibly, wonderfully. He isn't going to keep Joel from touching, wouldn't want to, but he turns his face away some, hoping maybe not to disrupt this moment as he dabs at his eyes with the back of a hand.-
ZUSERK: am. gla.
JOEL: ...Yeah. Me too. -Inappropriate is probably the best word right now, what with the ass touches and Joel watching emotion fill up Zuserk's expression soon after. Shit... It's really not the best combination of reactions, plus combine it with the height of other sensations. Zuserk sitting on his hard hurting dick, for one. Hells of distracting. Jesus Christ, Strider. Just own that awkward, blustering title. Hands come to squeeze at his knees instead, his forearms as he puffs his breath.-
JOEL: ...
JOEL: Do we... I mean.
JOEL: Should we break? Water break? -asks like do you need one?? He's kind of in a bind here.-
ZUSERK: -He takes a slow breath, exhaling. It's just hard not to love Joel so much -- and he's already started thinking in that language, now that it's been planted in his head, so easy. What's wrong with it? Nothing, as far as he can see, so he won't bother fighting it. He wants to feel it. To let it be. To own it.-
ZUSERK: am fine.
ZUSERK: -He says it in earnest, turning his face to Joel again, and it's impossible, too, not to kiss him, with his flushed, tense expression right there.-
ZUSERK: jus.
ZUSERK: wan. to continue lovin you.
JOEL: ...Zuserk.-Shiiiiit this might have been even worse than the crying thing. Kindness and patience, the pure affection behind his soft tone. The helpless sound is caught up in the kiss Zuserk presses to him, heart stilled for a beat or two. Joel really was a flushed fucking mess, tense and afraid of his own uncoordinated reactions. Anything he could do could end up being right or wrong, his brain was in no place to decide which. Fingers knit into Zuserk's shirt to tug him downward with him, lips meshing sloppy and desperate. Whatever this was, he wanted and was begging for more.-
ZUSERK: -With all of this effort, everything he's done and everything he intends to do, all he knows is that he wants Joel to feel that more than anything. Loved. Safe, regardless of where this goes, what they feel, what they make happen together. Assuring him of that in one way or another is all he wants to do currently, and he lets Joel pull him down without resistance, a hand covering one of his, moving again to the side of his face, and at one point or another the rest of his hands had started moving over Joel again, too, feeling along his sides, just. Holding him. As much as he can.-
ZUSERK: -When he pulls back for breath, no more than an inch, he's just watching Joel, stroking his cheek with a thumb and panting out so many emotions at once. So many he just wants to continue feeling, as long as possible. He's never felt this way before, and for letting him be here, he's so incredibly grateful to Joel.-
ZUSERK: wan to give you. everythin. you deserve. an more. -He seems resolved to this, and his hold on Joel tightens just slightly. He's quiet for just another moment.-
ZUSERK: willin. to trus me?
JOEL: -squeezes hold all the promise that his question does, his breathing growing shallow again. Beyond the raw whim of his feelings and sensations, he can't really think right now. He can center himself by the taste of Zuserk's breath, the salt sticky way his skin felt under his palms, and attempt to answer.-
JOEL: Sounds like... something you get asked right before you get your shit wrecked. -sinks into pillows all over again with a long puff of breath-
JOEL: Either way. Answer is fuck yes. Wreck my shit.
ZUSERK: -The response, somewhat unconventional, makes him smile again. It's just another part of all the reasons he chooses to be here, with him, or maybe it's the fondness already that makes it that much more endearing out of his mouth, the one Zuserk is kissing one more time. Just to reassure him.-
ZUSERK: then. shoul close your eyes.
ZUSERK: -Because then he's drawing away, sitting up, shifting his hips back and feeling Joel slide out (kind of a sad feeling, admittedly) until he's empty and grunting softly. He moves aside, still on his knees, fitting all four arms under Joel and scooping up him, maneuvering them both off the bed with him in tow.-
JOEL: Nnngh... -fucking whimpers as soon as he feels Zuserk move off of him, the cold emptiness stinging more than dull ache of his arousal. But even more bewildering is Joel being plucked up into his arms, buck ass nude as the bed disappears from under him. He doesn't dare bring himself to complain but rather, holds out in trusting Zuserk. Buries his face into the crook of his neck with a miserable sigh, curling against him without much more complaint.- ...I trust you. -murmurs quietly, shutting his eyes closed as per the request.-
ZUSERK: -The quiet affirmation both warms him and reminds him how important it is that he takes this seriously, carefully; Joel's a lightweight mess in his arms already, and he's got to be sure that what he's about to do makes him feel better, and doesn't make him feel alone.-
ZUSERK: -Because, currently, he's helping set Joel up on the floor, arranging him carefully so he can get the idea that he's supposed to be on his knees,- lie this, -and sitting upright. He holds Joel's hands in two of his, unwilling to let go until he's certain.-
ZUSERK: wan you to stay. lie this. eyes close. is okay?
JOEL: Y...yeah. -This is sex, right?? His heart hammers in a mixture of emotion. Curiosity, bewilderment, excitement and apprehension even. He too wanted to know that he was doing a good job and by doing what Zuserk asked, he could achieve that goal. A part of him wonders very loudly why they had to be apart at all but no. Joel was going to muscle through this, trusting Zuserk with a squeeze of his hands.-
JOEL: Yeah baby. -He nods and lets his eyes drift closed again, breathing out and letting himself fixate on his own curiosity and excitement.-
ZUSERK: -He's incredibly quiet as he allows his hands to slip away, and he's quiet still, all but holding his own breath. He knows how to disappear, and that's exactly what he intends to do; at least, until he intends not to. Like the way he does moments later, just a gentle press of lips on Joel's chest, before he's gone again. Then, he's a finger stroking down Joel's side -- he recalls he's ticklish -- before that's gone, too. He's a roll of breath over Joel's belly, a nose nuzzling at his navel, a hand sliding, open-palmed, over his thigh, squeezing gently. He's the press of a single fingertip at Joel's lips, trying to probe its way inside, curious.-
JOEL: -keeps his eyes shut, letting himself get drawn into the tiny sensations of touch. Gentle lips, hands, and breath all stirring over his skin and causing his expression to slacken, lose focus the further he fell back into that zoned out state of mind from before. A finger strokes at his side and he shivers, the tiny sound he makes helpless and needy when another hand squeezes over his kneeling thigh.-
JOEL: Fuck... -his sigh is strained but as soft as the knuckles flexing at his side. The sweet nuzzling at his belly leaves another tirade of shivers to course over his limbs, worst yet, having Joel make a wet, pre-drippy mess over himself the further he knelt and kept himself still. The moisture clings to his skin in thin dribbling threads and makes him conscious somewhere of the heated scent of sex rising off his skin. No time to dwell on it though, these dragging moments seemed to completely erase the concept of time from his fried brain.-
JOEL: -So focused on leveling his shuttering breaths that it takes a second for him to register a finger strokes against his mouth. Or stroking INTO his mouth, actually. He sighs again, muttering something incoherent... but it's all an excuse to allow the finger to slide into the hot space past his lips. From there, his head lowers as lips take to gently sucking, all of it as a means to welcome the unique taste of him. His tongue rolls along the digit in slow, wet circles, the work anchoring him to in these few quietly desperate seconds he's here with Zuserk.-
ZUSERK: -It's a funny, soft vibration when Joel mumbles without words, but he has little time to consider how it makes him feel before something else is distracting him far worse, the wet heat curling around his finger making happy little muscles low in his belly tighten involuntarily, thoughts scrambling for several long seconds. It's all so much to process, what with how he's hovering so much closer to Joel's erection than maybe he should be, the scent of him thick in the air, tingling in his horns. He's become suddenly aware of how much harder his pusher is pounding, and as his thoughts try to evolve, it's just mildly distracting.-
ZUSERK: wan. more...? -The question is just soft, slow enough to imply that there's a lot he isn't saying, his finger retracting slowly to allow Joel the freedom to answer.-
JOEL: -It's one thing to keep himself up by his knees and it's another being painfully attuned to the barest puff of breath and the proximity of Zuserk's voice. It was causing the neediness to boil up again, hurting for closeness despite what Zu had asked him to do. His stance shifts slightly, hands coming to find his head reflexively. Card through his hair, touch up his horns as he allows thoughts to surface again. Was he allowed to do this? Either way, he keeps his eyes shut, just feeling him and taking a few moments to murmur an answer.- God I do... want. More of you. -whines breathlessly. Lips keep pressing for the finger that retracts, searching for contact. Help him.- Please.
ZUSERK: -He hums softly at Joel's touch; it wasn't really part of the plan, but at the same time, he couldn't fault him for wanting the contact, so he wouldn't. Until he knew Joel and his limits better, he couldn't keep something like that from him. And it wasn't as if he could complain, either. Any touch was a good touch, here.-
ZUSERK: -But all the same, he sees how Joel leans, the taut lines of his muscles under his skin as he strains just so for the thing he was asking for -- more -- and, eventually, he has to drag Joel's hands away from him again, his hands that had done so squeezing as he rests them back at Joel's sides before pulling away. The quiet, the stillness, the lack of contact returns for several lengthy seconds, and then there's the brush of a hand against Joel's cheek, into his hair. After that, the slightest flicker of something cool and wet, almost soft but tense and sort of moving, shifting, against Joel's lips.-
ZUSERK: -And he's still so quiet, his voice from somewhere higher above Joel, but no less intense.- this...?
JOEL: -the quiet intensity of the moment drags on, Joel driven to stunned silence at the new scent filling his nostrils, the wet brush of a bulge tip along his lips. But the shock wasn't coming from the reflexive, almost mindless way he met the probing bulge with his tongue, letting the shape drag lazily over his lips... The shock came from the compromise of his knelt head under the palm petting into his hair, Zuserk's stance above him that ignited such a raw rush of emotion.-
JOEL: -The gentle touches, the soft tone of voice seemed to tighten his heart, all of it telling Joel this was his chance to give Zuserk even a single taste of the pleasure he'd spent the night showing him. And for how fucking good it was for him, Joel also felt somewhere... he didn't deserve it.-
JOEL: -His own words ring in his hazy thoughts, stinging at his closing eyes. Joel didn't even know what was good for himself, much less Zuserk. When was it decided it was okay to give him the opportunity to try? Zuserk loved him and thought he deserved it. And who the fuck was he to think twice on his judgement?-
JOEL: -wants to prove to himself so desperately this truth, loving Zuserk so much in return, he'd stay on his knees and steady himself with hands along the other's hips. Lips part further, drinking down as much of the bulge as he could fit in his mouth. Cool meets hot as Joel revels in the taste, the scent, the feel of him. -
JOEL: -The sucking that follows is both ambitious and greedy, thoughtless to the mess of purple that would drip from his chin. Joel wanted all that he could have of him, communicated by the enthused squeeze of his palms along Zuserk's thighs and the great puffs of breath as he retracts a bit, lips catching at the tip of him... before sinking the thick curling shape right into his mouth again.-
ZUSERK: -The slightest brush of his tongue, that kiss of warmth, that was expected. Welcome. His body tensed slightly for it, and in his mind, he began to feel affirmed for this decision, though he still wanted to be mindful. Careful.-
ZUSERK: -And that was when he realized how completely wrong he was for having expected anything less, because he could swear it was less than a second before he was almost completely surrounded in heat, gasping quietly, gripping at Joel's hair a little tighter in an automatic response he really couldn't help when he felt... Well, he wasn't sure entirely what words to apply to it, actually, except that it was much more unique and far more intense than anything he had felt before, and that he sure as fuck wasn't prepared for it.-
ZUSERK: -He wasn't prepared for the sight of it either, actually, the whole thing just a little dazing, to see Joel's lips move, smeared with his purple, and then so much of himself disappear like that-- He hadn't thought to try to control the groan that rose out of him before it was already rumbling deep in his chest, ragged from his breaths, and he ended up focusing most of his efforts into trying not to move his hips or actually tugging Joel's hair, both of which were becoming increasingly more difficult to manage.-
ZUSERK: nnnnnn...
JOEL: -The satisfaction is written plain on his face, the more he felt muscles tense under his palms and fingers press into his scalp. He only cared so much about being gentle or careful over being thorough, drinking down the seeps of troll genetic material that met his tongue. It was kind of an overwhelming task trying to catch all of it so he didn't bother, just letting the excess drip and stain the lower part of his face. What Joel craved the most was watching the way Zoos struggled to maintain composure, keeping green eyes focused up at him. Even better was the slight hitch in his hips that was met with a hum of encouragement from Joel. A hand curls along the base of his bulge, gentle coaxing more heat into him, all generously guided and worked over with rythmic swirl of his tongue. Honestly, he could use a little more of those sounds.-
ZUSERK: -Zuserk, on the other hand, was having some difficulty dealing with Joel's sounds, the kind he couldn't help making, the wet noises and his alternatively muffled, stuttered breathing, all because of what he was doing, that task Zuserk couldn't possibly ignore. A part of him almost wanted to look away to compose himself, but he couldn't bring himself to, couldn't bear to tear his gaze away even if it weren't for his desire to know, but because there was just something so terribly fixating about it, the way it made lust flutter in his core, his consciousness just sort of swimming in it all.-
ZUSERK: -But maybe for how he was focusing so intently on it, it made Joel receiving what he wanted that much more difficult. He was quieter, half holding his breath, still so clearly tense in his muscles as his head reeled, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched and all of his hands just finding different places to rest on Joel and hold onto him, not too tight but tight enough. There's no questioning all that purple in his face at this point.-
JOEL: -After some time, he doesn't have to focus on watching what he was doing to Zuserk but feel it instead. Taste it, let it fill and assault his mouth. He marveled in quiet appreciation all the little ways Zoos found excuses to move, holding onto him in the middle of this bulge-sucking act. Well bulge-licking act. Joel was pushing his boundaries here, riding on the simple confidence that he could as he lets the member cuddle up with his palm and fingers. It's his excuse to admire the look of the color painting over his skin... when he angles Zuserk in such a way that Joel is leaning into him to press lips at the root of the tentadick. Hand still tangled up with the pliable length, Joel draws his tongue along the delicate folds of skin he could just reach, paying no mind to the mess he was making of the both of them.-
ZUSERK: -Joel's relocating, relocating him, and it aches to miss him as much as he does in so many terrible, selfish ways he can't ignore. It's around this time he's starting to realize how holding his breath may not have been the best idea, short little huffs and gasps filtering out of his lungs that he's trying to keep slow and controlled, but the fact is that doesn't have nearly so much, especially when Joel's lips press, when his tongue slides over tender, swollen flesh in a way that makes his nook spasm hungrily. His bulge seems like it's practically holding on for dear life with the way it's curled, squeezing around the mistakenly offered hand, slipping around for purchase it can't quite find. Zuserk's own hands, they're just holding onto Joel tighter, onto his head and the side of his neck and either of his shoulders, almost sort of pulling him into him in either a greedy play or a grab for better balance or maybe both, his hips angling closer in a similarly heedless process.-
