Allumin's face and ears redden, and on instinct he buries his face to muffle the sound, lips pressed against Benedict's neck. With the window being open, there's definitely the chance - if there happens to be a quiet enough moment in the Gallows air - that someone will hear.
He struggles to contain his own need after trying to make a point of patience, hips twitching into his hand as he tries to stop himself from grinding mercilessly against it. Despite playing it cool up to this point, he is half-hard and only gets more excited from the grip.
In an attempt to regain control, over both himself and the situation, the lips pressed against Benedict's neck part and he bites him. It's not gentle, but not enough to break skin either, and will definitely leave a mark.
It's early enough still that there will no doubt be complaints if they get too noisy, but Benedict can't quite make himself care; he gives a little yelp of his own when Allumin bites down on his neck, not expecting that much intensity from what was previously kissing. It's not a problem, though.
Sensing Allumin's dilemma, Benedict begins to stroke him teasingly, smirking up at the ceiling. This'll show him who's in control.
In another circumstance, Allumin would adore the teasing, and on some level he does still enjoy it. However, it's never proper form to let someone else steal control away from you in these situations and therefore it is a... punishable offense.
The sound that comes from Allumin at Benedict's touch is somewhere between a snarl and a moan, coming moments before the elf releases the hold of his jaw on Benedict's throat to bring himself upright enough for what comes next. Allumin, after grabbing his hand by the wrist and pulling it away to pin forcefully a moment over his head, hooks his arms under the man's knees and pulls them up to rest upon his own shoulders. Then, he grinds against Benedict's ass.
"What did I say about patience?" is the stern reminder he makes, fingers digging deep into Benedict's thighs as he holds his legs in place.
Another little gasp, Benedict's eyes going wide and his face paling slightly once more, though the blood rushes back to it quickly enough. He's almost smiling, but also looks appropriately shocked as he's upended thus.
All too aware of the bulge pressing up against him, he contends with a surge of nervousness-- he's never been in this position, either literally or figuratively, but that doesn't make it unwelcome. Just... new.
"Ow," he whines faintly, but the syllable somehow manages to convey far less 'that actually hurts' and more 'I am intrigued, please continue'.
Watching Benedict's expression change makes him understand what's so entertaining about his own when it comes to others. There's a delighted smirk on his face as he looks down at him, hands moving down the other man's thighs to sit where they meet his hips. Allumin gives another squeeze there, fingers pressing at a spot of the inner thigh intended to overtly tease.
"You know... I had considered riding you at first, but now I have a feeling you might enjoy something else," he says, following up his words with a little thrust against him.
A breathless little sound, and Benedict shifts his hips forward in reaction to the squeeze, his own arousal having begun to make itself known beneath the thin fabric of his combat training clothes.
Blood has rushed to his face, and by the flusteredness of his expression, it's clear that not all of it is because he's nearly upside-down. He watches Allumin, waiting with dwindling patience for him to conclude the thought.
His grip loosens, and as much as it might be nice to move his hands closer, to touch instead of tease... his hands instead slide upwards on either side, so so close but not touching. They continue to move up over his hips and to his abdomen, where he grabs little fistfuls of Benedict's shirt and pulls it free from where its tucked in. Hands meet skin, and as he leans forward to reach higher his body also presses in closer as well.
As he gropes Benedict's chest, he wishes they had more time. For all the prolonging he keeps advocating for, he knows that they'll have to move on to the main event and wrap this up soon. Maybe... there can be another time later, with no reason to hurry. As he gazes down through his lashes, it's clear there is some kind of yearning behind his eyes.
His grip loosens, fingers fluttering over his chest a moment before - ! Allumin grinds against him as he pinches Benedict's nipples, rubbing them between his fingers for a moment before letting go.
The evasive touch causes Benedict to whine faintly, moving his hips again as if in hopes of meeting Allumin's hands-- and failing, of course, but not entirely disappointed by what happens instead.
It is uncomfortable, and his pain tolerance is next to nothing, but there's something about the shock of cool air on his chest in tandem with the warmth of Allumin's fingers that causes Benedict to wiggle once more, clearly already forgetting what he's already been told twice about patience.
An eyebrow raises at the wiggle - he'd intended to move his hands back downward and slip them under his waistband to ask if he could take them off, but then he reconsiders.
His hands draw back and he moves Benedict's legs off his shoulders, then actually scoots back, back onto the pillow beside him. Returning to where he'd been sitting before, so close, yet so far away. He even reaches for the coffee he'd set aside and brings it to his lips, taking a sip.
Continuing to lie splayed in front of Allumin, Benedict feels a shiver pass over him at the tone of the man's voice and the set of his gaze. It's a little bit frightening, being ordered to do something in this way, and he finds that he likes it all the more as a result.
Sitting up, he begins to unlace the front of his shirt, partially turning to glance primly at Allumin over his shoulder. He was given an order, it's true, but he's going to push at it, do it his way, until convinced otherwise.
It's interesting to him when Benedict turns away slightly - something about it is just very cute, and so he has urge within him to tell the man to do otherwise. He really doesn't mind the ways that Benedict has tried to tip the balance at all, as it's been quite fun.
He's been considering whether or not to remove his own clothes at all. Would it make him more excited to see Allumin stripped down bare as well, or would the dynamic of him fully dressed against Benedict's nude form have an enjoyable effect? Hm...
For now, he keeps his eyes firmly affixed to him. His free hand wanders down to touch himself over his pants as he continues to sip at the coffee. He really doesn't need to do anything to get himself more excited but he's curious how such an action will motivate Benedict further.
"Greedy," Benedict remarks with a smirk, reaching down to pull his shirt up over his head and bearing his back, lovely and smooth as he no doubt prefers to keep it. "I'll be cross if you come before I've even touched you."
It's an intentional jibe, the mockery (and amusement) visible in his eyes as he looks back over his shoulder again, standing to begin working on the fly of his trousers. He still keeps his back turned for the sake of mystery, but takes care to arch his spine in a way that enhances the curve of his hind end, inviting Allumin to look at it.
He's a thinly-built fellow, so it's of a modest size, but not without its charms.
He does his best to bite back a giggle at the comment - when he starts laughing during anything even remotely sexy it can be hard for him to stop and then he gets nervous trying to answer when asked why. There's something about the way that Benedict metaphorically nips back that's endearing and part of him just wants to laugh at what feels like a cat pretending to be a lion.
"Oh, don't worry," he says, doing his best not to break into laughs (it's not funny, it shouldn't be funny, yet), "I'm particularly fond of edging, so. I'll know when to stop."
His own amusement aside, he does admire the way Benedict presents himself as he continues to strip. More thoughts and fantasies emerge of ways they could have fun together (he really wonders if Benedict might have a praise kink and if so, how he would react to something that was hours of nothing but), but those are thoughts for another time when they're not on a deadline.
One leg out, then the other, and Benedict lets his trousers drop to the floor. There's a bit of a blush to him in spite of his bravado, for being stark naked in front of a near stranger in broad daylight, but it doesn't bother him overmuch as he turns to reveal himself in full.
Above his groin, in the stomach region, a pale scar stands out against his olive skin; if one is observant, one would notice a matching one where the blade exited his back. Across his throat, unobstructed by his shirt or hair, is a third.
Before any sort of advancement, any sort of word, he takes a long drink of his coffee and eyes Benedict up and down over the rim of the mug. It's intentional how over-observant it is, easy to follow the way Allumin's gaze lingers before ascending further up his body until it reaches his eyes. Then, he sets the mug aside again and moves closer on his hands and knees, perching in front of him. His hands lightly ghost along the outside of his thighs until they reach the hip, and then his fingers press deep into his skin and he drags his hands back down - firm, but gentle in that there are no nails in the grip.
His mouth hovers near Benedict's groin, breath hot against him. He looks up at him, and then - instead of a more obvious implication, he moves to plant a kiss on the scar. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before rising up to his feet, tracing over the scar on Benedict's neck with his fingers before planting a kiss on that one too.
"And would you punish me if I did? I wonder what you'd consider appropriate..." His voice is low again, vibrating through his lips against Benedict's skin.
What visible blush there is intensifies, but the attention isn't unwelcome. As Allumin comes nearer, Benedict occupies his hands by running his fingers through the blond hair, pressing gently on the back of Allumin's head with a pressure that guides but doesn't push.
"Maybe I'd see how red I can make you," he considers lazily, "or maybe I'd tie your hands behind your back and do as I please."
"Oh? And shall I have to teach you some of my favorite ties then?"
Because why stop at a simple restraint when you can have something more intricate? Not to mention the act of tying someone up and inversely being tied up can be so sensual for those who enjoy it, and Allumin happens to enjoy both sides of the act.
After some consideration, he decides to step back a bit, and undoes his vest (not rushing but not really taking his sweet time either) before sliding it off. Shortly after, his shirt is gone as well, leaving a bare chest of lean but sturdy, somewhat-defined muscle and freckles all the way down that thin out the further south they go. With all the frills and fabric of his upper clothes out of the way, it's much easier to take in how hard he is contained within tight fabric of his pants.
As Allumin steps back, Benedict takes it as an opportunity to kneel, propping a cushion under himself so his skinny knees don't dig into the stone floor. He watches Allumin with quiet enjoyment, his eyes warm and shining with desire.
"For now, you should hurry up." He still has to go to work, after all.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Allumin's face and ears redden, and on instinct he buries his face to muffle the sound, lips pressed against Benedict's neck. With the window being open, there's definitely the chance - if there happens to be a quiet enough moment in the Gallows air - that someone will hear.
He struggles to contain his own need after trying to make a point of patience, hips twitching into his hand as he tries to stop himself from grinding mercilessly against it. Despite playing it cool up to this point, he is half-hard and only gets more excited from the grip.
In an attempt to regain control, over both himself and the situation, the lips pressed against Benedict's neck part and he bites him. It's not gentle, but not enough to break skin either, and will definitely leave a mark.
no subject
It's not a problem, though.
Sensing Allumin's dilemma, Benedict begins to stroke him teasingly, smirking up at the ceiling. This'll show him who's in control.
no subject
The sound that comes from Allumin at Benedict's touch is somewhere between a snarl and a moan, coming moments before the elf releases the hold of his jaw on Benedict's throat to bring himself upright enough for what comes next. Allumin, after grabbing his hand by the wrist and pulling it away to pin forcefully a moment over his head, hooks his arms under the man's knees and pulls them up to rest upon his own shoulders. Then, he grinds against Benedict's ass.
"What did I say about patience?" is the stern reminder he makes, fingers digging deep into Benedict's thighs as he holds his legs in place.
no subject
All too aware of the bulge pressing up against him, he contends with a surge of nervousness-- he's never been in this position, either literally or figuratively, but that doesn't make it unwelcome. Just... new.
"Ow," he whines faintly, but the syllable somehow manages to convey far less 'that actually hurts' and more 'I am intrigued, please continue'.
no subject
"You know... I had considered riding you at first, but now I have a feeling you might enjoy something else," he says, following up his words with a little thrust against him.
no subject
Blood has rushed to his face, and by the flusteredness of his expression, it's clear that not all of it is because he's nearly upside-down. He watches Allumin, waiting with dwindling patience for him to conclude the thought.
no subject
As he gropes Benedict's chest, he wishes they had more time. For all the prolonging he keeps advocating for, he knows that they'll have to move on to the main event and wrap this up soon. Maybe... there can be another time later, with no reason to hurry. As he gazes down through his lashes, it's clear there is some kind of yearning behind his eyes.
His grip loosens, fingers fluttering over his chest a moment before - ! Allumin grinds against him as he pinches Benedict's nipples, rubbing them between his fingers for a moment before letting go.
no subject
It is uncomfortable, and his pain tolerance is next to nothing, but there's something about the shock of cool air on his chest in tandem with the warmth of Allumin's fingers that causes Benedict to wiggle once more, clearly already forgetting what he's already been told twice about patience.
no subject
His hands draw back and he moves Benedict's legs off his shoulders, then actually scoots back, back onto the pillow beside him. Returning to where he'd been sitting before, so close, yet so far away. He even reaches for the coffee he'd set aside and brings it to his lips, taking a sip.
"Strip for me." It's an order.
no subject
Sitting up, he begins to unlace the front of his shirt, partially turning to glance primly at Allumin over his shoulder. He was given an order, it's true, but he's going to push at it, do it his way, until convinced otherwise.
no subject
He's been considering whether or not to remove his own clothes at all. Would it make him more excited to see Allumin stripped down bare as well, or would the dynamic of him fully dressed against Benedict's nude form have an enjoyable effect? Hm...
For now, he keeps his eyes firmly affixed to him. His free hand wanders down to touch himself over his pants as he continues to sip at the coffee. He really doesn't need to do anything to get himself more excited but he's curious how such an action will motivate Benedict further.
no subject
It's an intentional jibe, the mockery (and amusement) visible in his eyes as he looks back over his shoulder again, standing to begin working on the fly of his trousers. He still keeps his back turned for the sake of mystery, but takes care to arch his spine in a way that enhances the curve of his hind end, inviting Allumin to look at it.
He's a thinly-built fellow, so it's of a modest size, but not without its charms.
no subject
"Oh, don't worry," he says, doing his best not to break into laughs (it's not funny, it shouldn't be funny, yet), "I'm particularly fond of edging, so. I'll know when to stop."
His own amusement aside, he does admire the way Benedict presents himself as he continues to strip. More thoughts and fantasies emerge of ways they could have fun together (he really wonders if Benedict might have a praise kink and if so, how he would react to something that was hours of nothing but), but those are thoughts for another time when they're not on a deadline.
no subject
One leg out, then the other, and Benedict lets his trousers drop to the floor. There's a bit of a blush to him in spite of his bravado, for being stark naked in front of a near stranger in broad daylight, but it doesn't bother him overmuch as he turns to reveal himself in full.
Above his groin, in the stomach region, a pale scar stands out against his olive skin; if one is observant, one would notice a matching one where the blade exited his back. Across his throat, unobstructed by his shirt or hair, is a third.
no subject
His mouth hovers near Benedict's groin, breath hot against him. He looks up at him, and then - instead of a more obvious implication, he moves to plant a kiss on the scar. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before rising up to his feet, tracing over the scar on Benedict's neck with his fingers before planting a kiss on that one too.
"And would you punish me if I did? I wonder what you'd consider appropriate..." His voice is low again, vibrating through his lips against Benedict's skin.
no subject
"Maybe I'd see how red I can make you," he considers lazily, "or maybe I'd tie your hands behind your back and do as I please."
no subject
Because why stop at a simple restraint when you can have something more intricate? Not to mention the act of tying someone up and inversely being tied up can be so sensual for those who enjoy it, and Allumin happens to enjoy both sides of the act.
After some consideration, he decides to step back a bit, and undoes his vest (not rushing but not really taking his sweet time either) before sliding it off. Shortly after, his shirt is gone as well, leaving a bare chest of lean but sturdy, somewhat-defined muscle and freckles all the way down that thin out the further south they go. With all the frills and fabric of his upper clothes out of the way, it's much easier to take in how hard he is contained within tight fabric of his pants.
no subject
As Allumin steps back, Benedict takes it as an opportunity to kneel, propping a cushion under himself so his skinny knees don't dig into the stone floor. He watches Allumin with quiet enjoyment, his eyes warm and shining with desire.
"For now, you should hurry up." He still has to go to work, after all.