alec (𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦) brennan⚡ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
striketwice) wrote2022-10-03 03:45 pm
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[ Well, there are worse things that could happen to him for being annoying. His grin persists for only a split second longer and then he's leaning into that kiss, all roughness and hard edges.
He'll get that please eventually. Maybe not right now, maybe not even today. That's fine. They have all the time in the world.
One hand slips up, up into Henry's hair and just sort of lingers there. He left it so nice earlier, it would be a shame if he were to mess it up now, right? ]
He'll get that please eventually. Maybe not right now, maybe not even today. That's fine. They have all the time in the world.
One hand slips up, up into Henry's hair and just sort of lingers there. He left it so nice earlier, it would be a shame if he were to mess it up now, right? ]
[At some point, they'll undoubtedly cross a threshold where the last thing Henry cares about is the state of his hair. Even now, it's perilously close, the feeling of Alec's fingertips at his scalp nearly enough to send a shiver down his spine. He tamps it down for now.
His own hand, still grasping around Alec's arm, trails up to affix itself on his shoulder, giving him a grounding to point to continue leaning into the kiss. And he lets it linger, likes the taste of him, as always -- until he pulls back, just barely enough to give them clearance to speak.
Practically a murmur, a little bit of a tease:] Say it. Ask it of me, and I'll do whatever you like.
His own hand, still grasping around Alec's arm, trails up to affix itself on his shoulder, giving him a grounding to point to continue leaning into the kiss. And he lets it linger, likes the taste of him, as always -- until he pulls back, just barely enough to give them clearance to speak.
Practically a murmur, a little bit of a tease:] Say it. Ask it of me, and I'll do whatever you like.
[ He's not sure if Henry is deliberately playing to his ego or not. The slight hint of teasing in his words makes it hard to tell. Either way, he certainly likes to hear that Henry would do whatever he likes. It sends a little thrill fluttering through him. Alet lifts a hand in a the scant space between them to take his own turn at Henry's favorite gesture, tucking one knuckle beneath Henry's chin. His thumb traces the swell of Henry's lower lip.
Lovely, just lovely. ]
I want to see your lips around my cock. I want you to make me come with just your mouth. [ A tilt of his head, a small flicker of a smirk, dancing across his features in the same way lightning flickers in his eyes. ] Can you do that for me, Henry?
Lovely, just lovely. ]
I want to see your lips around my cock. I want you to make me come with just your mouth. [ A tilt of his head, a small flicker of a smirk, dancing across his features in the same way lightning flickers in his eyes. ] Can you do that for me, Henry?
[Henry might claim to be playing to Alec’s ego if asked, but there is no getting around the fact that hearing those words spoken aloud sends a spark through him. A little flash of lurid excitement, ushering in very compelling mental imagery and a warmth that threatens to coil right beneath his belly.
Alec takes him by the chin, brushes his thumb over the sensitive skin of his lower lip, and Henry can’t help but be enthralled, again, by the stormlight in his eyes.]
For you? I’ll do just about anything.
[(And perhaps this applies to more than just the bedroom.)]
You’re the only person I know who can willingly get me on my knees, after all.
Alec takes him by the chin, brushes his thumb over the sensitive skin of his lower lip, and Henry can’t help but be enthralled, again, by the stormlight in his eyes.]
For you? I’ll do just about anything.
[(And perhaps this applies to more than just the bedroom.)]
You’re the only person I know who can willingly get me on my knees, after all.
Mm, lucky me.
[ He really does want to see Henry on his knees, swallowing down as much of him as he can take. Fuck, that's a good mental image. He can hardly wait for the real thing.
One more pass of his thumb along Henry's lips. His gaze lingers on Henry's own for a moment, then, ]
If that's the case, then kneel for me.
[ He really does want to see Henry on his knees, swallowing down as much of him as he can take. Fuck, that's a good mental image. He can hardly wait for the real thing.
One more pass of his thumb along Henry's lips. His gaze lingers on Henry's own for a moment, then, ]
If that's the case, then kneel for me.
[Well, then.
Is it possible for a look to be both piercing and vaguely playful? Henry is managing it, a pause passing between them at the request; not so much hesitation as a strange appreciation of a dynamic that he somehow only appreciates in Alec’s company.
After all, this is a large ask for him, someone whose pride has always flared up at loosing even a degree of actual control. Today, though, he is utterly enticed by the idea, by the nature of the request.Today, the scary dog heels.
Finally, Henry slowly eases himself down to his knees, though his eyes never break from Alec’s face. His hands graze down the sides of his legs as he moves — he’s hesitant to give up even superficial touch.]
Is it possible for a look to be both piercing and vaguely playful? Henry is managing it, a pause passing between them at the request; not so much hesitation as a strange appreciation of a dynamic that he somehow only appreciates in Alec’s company.
After all, this is a large ask for him, someone whose pride has always flared up at loosing even a degree of actual control. Today, though, he is utterly enticed by the idea, by the nature of the request.
Finally, Henry slowly eases himself down to his knees, though his eyes never break from Alec’s face. His hands graze down the sides of his legs as he moves — he’s hesitant to give up even superficial touch.]
[ The mismatched eyes probably help the duality of that look. Alec isn't sure just what the look is going to lead to, but he's captivated by it all the same. A moment passes, Henry neither acts not rebuffs him. So, that must be progress, right?
It's so much more than that. Henry sinks lower, eyes locked on Alec, and where Alec might have felt victorious days or even mere hours ago, there is something about this moment, that gaze, that sends a tight coil of heat straight to his groin. Something that makes him go oh, yes. He's keenly aware of Henry's hands, those long fingers coasting along the seams of his jeans. ]
Just like that.
[ Low, quiet. His hand slides into Henry's hair again. ]
Now undress me.
It's so much more than that. Henry sinks lower, eyes locked on Alec, and where Alec might have felt victorious days or even mere hours ago, there is something about this moment, that gaze, that sends a tight coil of heat straight to his groin. Something that makes him go oh, yes. He's keenly aware of Henry's hands, those long fingers coasting along the seams of his jeans. ]
Just like that.
[ Low, quiet. His hand slides into Henry's hair again. ]
Now undress me.
[Now undress me. Henry’s hands linger where they are, fingertips light against the fabric of Alec’s pants, just barely there. The command doesn’t usher any urgency from him, but it does make him drift his fingers inward until they feel the line of his inseam — and then glide up until they drift just below his groin.
After that, it is a slow, slow drag of the back of his fingers across the fly of his pants, up towards the button. He tilts his head upwards, just ever so slightly higher, feeling those fingers in his hair.]
Do you enjoy bossing me around, Alec?
After that, it is a slow, slow drag of the back of his fingers across the fly of his pants, up towards the button. He tilts his head upwards, just ever so slightly higher, feeling those fingers in his hair.]
Do you enjoy bossing me around, Alec?
[ No, of course it would be too easy to have Henry bend to his every word. No matter how compliant he's feeling, he's still Henry, and though the motions of his hands show some shades of doing as told, he's taking his dear sweet time about it.
Well, Alec can appreciate a bit off build-up. Henry still looks so very sweet kneeling like that, his head tilted just so. ]
Maybe a little. But only like this.
Well, Alec can appreciate a bit off build-up. Henry still looks so very sweet kneeling like that, his head tilted just so. ]
Maybe a little. But only like this.
[He thinks, maybe, that Alec does not quite understand the full depth of the sway he holds over him. Henry might always dig his feet in, courtesy of his controlling nature, but at this point? He will consistently bend a little more to Alec; always give more leeway than he would ever think about giving anyone else.
But even if he did realize it, he still believes him: Alec would not take advantage of it. Only in the bedroom would he command him, or pull at his hair, or dominate him completely — and only because Henry somehow, insanely, likes it. Otherwise? His agency is still his own.
And that makes him feel… something unquantifiable. Something he cannot hold up and compare to another sentiment, because he’s not quite sure he’s ever felt it before.]
Only like this. [He echoes in a murmur, and his fingers are suddenly less languid about unbuttoning Alec’s pants, undoing the zipper and freeing up the fabric around his hips. He tugs it downward, gentle.]
But even if he did realize it, he still believes him: Alec would not take advantage of it. Only in the bedroom would he command him, or pull at his hair, or dominate him completely — and only because Henry somehow, insanely, likes it. Otherwise? His agency is still his own.
And that makes him feel… something unquantifiable. Something he cannot hold up and compare to another sentiment, because he’s not quite sure he’s ever felt it before.]
Only like this. [He echoes in a murmur, and his fingers are suddenly less languid about unbuttoning Alec’s pants, undoing the zipper and freeing up the fabric around his hips. He tugs it downward, gentle.]
[ Oh. It seems he's said the magic words. Perhaps all Henry needed was a bit of assurance that this is as far as Alec bossing him around goes. In which case, Alec feels a bit bad for not giving voice to it sooner, but what's done is done. Henry knows now.
His jeans fall loose around his hips and Henry eases them away, leaving him to strain, half hard, against the fabric of his underwear. He hums in approval, fingers carding through Henry's hair. ]
Keep going.
His jeans fall loose around his hips and Henry eases them away, leaving him to strain, half hard, against the fabric of his underwear. He hums in approval, fingers carding through Henry's hair. ]
Keep going.
[The denim crumples at Alec’s feet, at Henry’s knees. It might as well be altogether forgotten, because now he’s too busy appreciating that bulge pressing against the fabric of Alec’s underwear, the line of him already half-hard from anticipation. He drifts his fingers up and along those contours, suddenly caught between wanting to take his time with him, and wanting to adhere to exactly what he says.
Ultimately, he decides that even that thin fabric needs to go, and slides his underwear down, letting it drop and freeing his arousal completely. To be appreciated from a decidedly new angle.
Henry doesn’t wait to be asked this time. He wants to touch him, never mind what else follows — he reaches up and wraps his long fingers around Alec’s shaft, his face still tilted up to gauge his reaction.]
Already eager.
[(As if Henry isn’t; like there isn’t a bulge between his legs, as well, only less prominent because he still has all of his clothes on.)]
Ultimately, he decides that even that thin fabric needs to go, and slides his underwear down, letting it drop and freeing his arousal completely. To be appreciated from a decidedly new angle.
Henry doesn’t wait to be asked this time. He wants to touch him, never mind what else follows — he reaches up and wraps his long fingers around Alec’s shaft, his face still tilted up to gauge his reaction.]
Already eager.
[(As if Henry isn’t; like there isn’t a bulge between his legs, as well, only less prominent because he still has all of his clothes on.)]
[ Oh, those fingers. Every time they've fallen into bed together, Alec has found a new way to appreciate Henry's fingers. Even now, the way they explore the line of his arousal through the fabric, the way they hook into the waistband of his underwear and draw it away sends a thrill through him.
And when Henry's fingers at last close around him, he breathes out a soft little groan. Alec's eyes flutter closed for a second, lost in the sensation. ]
Of course I am.
[ Like he could hide it at this point. His own fingers curl into Henry's hair, grip firm but not pulling. Not yet. ]
You look so good down there.
And when Henry's fingers at last close around him, he breathes out a soft little groan. Alec's eyes flutter closed for a second, lost in the sensation. ]
Of course I am.
[ Like he could hide it at this point. His own fingers curl into Henry's hair, grip firm but not pulling. Not yet. ]
You look so good down there.
[Those fingers in his hair almost feel like a promise of something more, and it always incites a little thrill, a little shiver that tries to run down the line of his back.]
What was it you said? My lips around your cock? I’m sure you’ll like that view even more.
[He smiles almost too peaceably for saying something so lewd, dragging his palm and curled fingers slowly up Alec’s length, warm and present. They’ve only just started, and the other man’s hardly lubed up enough for Henry to be really self-indulgent with his touches, but he can spoil himself just a little. Feel him harden by degrees in his hand.]
Tell me what you want next.
[We’re back to accepting commands now. He likes to hear the words.]
What was it you said? My lips around your cock? I’m sure you’ll like that view even more.
[He smiles almost too peaceably for saying something so lewd, dragging his palm and curled fingers slowly up Alec’s length, warm and present. They’ve only just started, and the other man’s hardly lubed up enough for Henry to be really self-indulgent with his touches, but he can spoil himself just a little. Feel him harden by degrees in his hand.]
Tell me what you want next.
[We’re back to accepting commands now. He likes to hear the words.]
I'm sure I will.
[ He watches Henry with half-lidded eyes, watches those fingers he's come to adore so much travel the length of him. Even dry, the warmth and the pressure is welcome. His pulse jumps and a low noise rumbles up from somewhere deep in Alec's chest.
This certainly isn't exactly how he expected this encounter to go, with Henry somehow amenable to taking commands, but fuck, he likes it. ]
Kiss me. Taste me. I want to feel your mouth.
[ He watches Henry with half-lidded eyes, watches those fingers he's come to adore so much travel the length of him. Even dry, the warmth and the pressure is welcome. His pulse jumps and a low noise rumbles up from somewhere deep in Alec's chest.
This certainly isn't exactly how he expected this encounter to go, with Henry somehow amenable to taking commands, but fuck, he likes it. ]
Kiss me. Taste me. I want to feel your mouth.
[Did they ever expect to find themselves wound up in each other like this? Likely not. Henry willingly kneeling for Alec, taking commands with minimal pushback and eager to take him into his mouth is really just par the course at this point.
He’s decided he loves Alec saying such uniquely vulgar things, but he won’t make him ask again. He wonders if it should be so simple, if he can just keep him held in the warmth of his palm, lean in close, and press a warm, lingering kiss on the head of his cock—
He wets his lips at the thought, and then does exactly that.]
He’s decided he loves Alec saying such uniquely vulgar things, but he won’t make him ask again. He wonders if it should be so simple, if he can just keep him held in the warmth of his palm, lean in close, and press a warm, lingering kiss on the head of his cock—
He wets his lips at the thought, and then does exactly that.]
[ No. If someone would have told Alec when he first got here that this is the situation he'd end up in, he would have laughed and probably decked them for their trouble. This connection he and Henry share has gone far beyond the physical, treading dangerously into trust and many things beyond.
Case in point, Henry does as he's bid for the third time in this interaction, and Alec's pulse jumps. The sweet warmth of the other's lips on the tip of his cock is utterly perfect and yet not nearly enough. He's been hung up on what the heat of Henry's mouth would feel around him for a while, and now that it's so close, he can barely stand it.
His fingers in Henry's hair flex, gripping tighter briefly. ]
Fuck, Henry. Give me more.
Case in point, Henry does as he's bid for the third time in this interaction, and Alec's pulse jumps. The sweet warmth of the other's lips on the tip of his cock is utterly perfect and yet not nearly enough. He's been hung up on what the heat of Henry's mouth would feel around him for a while, and now that it's so close, he can barely stand it.
His fingers in Henry's hair flex, gripping tighter briefly. ]
Fuck, Henry. Give me more.
[Oh, that grip on his hair again. Tight, though ever so brief. Henry makes a low sound as he draws back, running his tongue across his bottom lip to taste the faint, salty tang of Alec there.]
In good time.
[Always waffling between taking orders, versus taking orders while taking his time with them. But to be far, he wants to relish every reaction, wants to indulge himself a little, too. Alec must want to feel his whole mouth wrapped around him—and he will—but what’s the grand hurry?
For now, he leans in, and draws the wetness of his tongue up the underside of Alec’s cock. Slowly.]
In good time.
[Always waffling between taking orders, versus taking orders while taking his time with them. But to be far, he wants to relish every reaction, wants to indulge himself a little, too. Alec must want to feel his whole mouth wrapped around him—and he will—but what’s the grand hurry?
For now, he leans in, and draws the wetness of his tongue up the underside of Alec’s cock. Slowly.]
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[ Oh, he does not like the way her eyes follow him, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. If there's one thing Alec does not enjoy being, it's prey.
That ball of lightning comes shooting his way, and old instincts kick in. Alec's been more or less out of the mercenary game for a while, but it's hard to forget how to fight another magic user. Like riding a bike. Still moving, he hits the deck, sliding a short ways on his back. The lightning still clips his shield as it passes, though it seems to be none worse for wear.
With that same inhuman speed, he's up and splaying a palm in her direction, sending aFirebolt small ball of flame her way. It won't do much, he knows, but it's all a distraction anyway, because the next moment, Alec simply winks out of being.
He's still here. Just invisible. ]
[ Oh, he does not like the way her eyes follow him, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. If there's one thing Alec does not enjoy being, it's prey.
That ball of lightning comes shooting his way, and old instincts kick in. Alec's been more or less out of the mercenary game for a while, but it's hard to forget how to fight another magic user. Like riding a bike. Still moving, he hits the deck, sliding a short ways on his back. The lightning still clips his shield as it passes, though it seems to be none worse for wear.
With that same inhuman speed, he's up and splaying a palm in her direction, sending a
He's still here. Just invisible. ]
[ this is all a game to her. if she hits him, doesn't hit him, breaks the shield, just keeps him dodging... it doesn't matter. her blood pumps, her joy soars. this is exactly what she's made for, baby!
the flame blooms and blisters across her; again, no effort to avoid it. she merely shields her eyes, and when she glances up and finds him gone, her heart only beats faster.
did he run? let's bank on... no. ]
Aleeeeec. Where'd you go?
[ starts to walk, slowly, aimless, dragging her kanabo over the path behind her so it scrapes. she scans the trees, just in case he's the perching type, but no good. ears perked for breathing, or...
hmm. sends up another little current skittering across the ground. ]
the flame blooms and blisters across her; again, no effort to avoid it. she merely shields her eyes, and when she glances up and finds him gone, her heart only beats faster.
did he run? let's bank on... no. ]
Aleeeeec. Where'd you go?
[ starts to walk, slowly, aimless, dragging her kanabo over the path behind her so it scrapes. she scans the trees, just in case he's the perching type, but no good. ears perked for breathing, or...
hmm. sends up another little current skittering across the ground. ]
[ Like he's going to answer that. Alec is well-versed in moving silently, though he has no idea how sharp her senses really are. Even with all the noise she's making dragging that weapon around, it could only be a matter of time before she finds him, so he's going to have to act fast.
That current does not have to skitter far. It pings off his shield... right behind her. The instant it does, he knows he's been had, so he snaps an invisible hand out, planting it right between her shoulder blades. Magic seizes hold of all the air in her lungs and tears it right out of her. It's like being punched in the gut without the impact.
As long as he's touching her, she won't be able to breathe. ]
That current does not have to skitter far. It pings off his shield... right behind her. The instant it does, he knows he's been had, so he snaps an invisible hand out, planting it right between her shoulder blades. Magic seizes hold of all the air in her lungs and tears it right out of her. It's like being punched in the gut without the impact.
As long as he's touching her, she won't be able to breathe. ]
[ she feels him touch and takes a breath to turn and swing--tries. to take a breath.
instead, she makes an awful hitching, rattling sound that might have been a laugh, in another world. so it's like that, is it? dirty trick. she's into it. ]
Hhh... hhhaah...
[ but if he's touching her, then... that dome of his must not be separating them anymore. maybe, maybe!
so even as her throat works and her chest aches and her eyes tear up, she's lashing her tail up to twist around his wrist, even unseen. to check. ]
instead, she makes an awful hitching, rattling sound that might have been a laugh, in another world. so it's like that, is it? dirty trick. she's into it. ]
Hhh... hhhaah...
[ but if he's touching her, then... that dome of his must not be separating them anymore. maybe, maybe!
so even as her throat works and her chest aches and her eyes tear up, she's lashing her tail up to twist around his wrist, even unseen. to check. ]
[ Risky move, he knows, dropping his shield to get this close. She's proven too resilient and downright immune to the most powerful things in his arsenal, so this is his best bet. Even an oni needs to breathe.
Her tail comes up and twists around his wrist with no resistance. Yep, the jig is up. He steps closer, snakes his free arm around her neck from behind to hold her in place. She'll find him difficult to move, for a supposed human. Was he always this strong?
His breath huffs against her ear, words ground out through gritted teeth. ]
Maybe you ought to lie down for a little nap.
Her tail comes up and twists around his wrist with no resistance. Yep, the jig is up. He steps closer, snakes his free arm around her neck from behind to hold her in place. She'll find him difficult to move, for a supposed human. Was he always this strong?
His breath huffs against her ear, words ground out through gritted teeth. ]
Maybe you ought to lie down for a little nap.
[ you all think you're so witty. grunting another painful-sounding laugh, petering out quickly without breath to round it out, she palms at the arm curving her throat. there he is, muttering into her ear... she didn't expect it, but he's really getting her going!
the corners of her vision are beginning to pulse and blur. there's fire in her chest. she lists slightly in his grip, tail writhing, but it's not enough. he is too much for her to fight the way she wants, tooth and nail, like a monster fights, when she can't even take a breath. ]
...with me... won't you...?
[ but what she can do is force her arm... up, and she can let it—and the kanabo she's still clutching onto—swing back down like a pendulum. just in case she might bust a knee in sideways while she's at it.
this is her last chance. ]
the corners of her vision are beginning to pulse and blur. there's fire in her chest. she lists slightly in his grip, tail writhing, but it's not enough. he is too much for her to fight the way she wants, tooth and nail, like a monster fights, when she can't even take a breath. ]
...with me... won't you...?
[ but what she can do is force her arm... up, and she can let it—and the kanabo she's still clutching onto—swing back down like a pendulum. just in case she might bust a knee in sideways while she's at it.
this is her last chance. ]
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