[ Ardyn laughed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes in the simple pleasure of it. Ifrit made no sound, but he could feel the thrumming of his being through him, both amused and disdainful of this. How much of that was Ardyn, and how much of that was Ifrit? So hard to tell, these days! ]
Oh, Emet-Selch! If you do or say anything in front of Ifrit, it's as good as doing or saying it in front of me, these days. We're rather closely linked.
[ He tensed his fingers, and the black mottling on Ifrit's skin writhed. The Astral buckled in his hand, and soon vanished in a flash of flame and darkness. Ardyn idly patted out the part of his sleeve that had caught fire. ]
And while that wasn't my single intent... I'm not going to pretend it wasn't on my mind as a pleasant end to this conversation.
[ Ardyn was old, bitter, and focused mainly on getting his revenge before things blessedly ended. If Planet Prismatica did not seem to run on some energy that sex produced in abundance, he wouldn't have been likely to bother with it. And while he had enjoyed himself, and even been aroused by it before, it was always a means to an end, rather than something he anticipated.
Emet-Selch's offer, pleasing but by no means dismissive, wound something low and hungry in his gut, like a banked flame. Ardyn's gaze darkened, and his smile was long and languid. ]
You're quite the improvement over the last Emperor I dealt with, you know.
[ He raised a hand and swept the pad of his thumb over those cruel lips. The linger heat of Ifrit's touch burned low as he did so. ]
[ Emet-Selch's apartment was much more lavishly decorated than Ardyn's, and he took full advantage of that as he chose his seat. It was one of his high backed chairs, black and gold trimmed, in that deco-esque style the man seemed to like. He'd need to return the favour, he thought, and wondered idly if Emet-Selch would choose the same chair.
Make a tradition out of it, the impish thought came, and nearly made him laugh.
He sat down and spread thighs slightly, before reaching out to take the man's sleeve and then tug him down for another kiss. ]
[ Emet-Selch obliged his guest with another kiss, lingering for long moments before pulling back. He reached out to run his fingers against Ardyn's stubble--really, than man did have such a good jawline!--before he sank down to his knees between Ardyn's legs.
He ran his hands first up along the insides of Ardyn's thighs, working his way up on his own time, before he brushed the back of his fingers up and down along Ardyn's fly, his touch feather-light. He looked up at Ardyn with a wide, crooked smile and repeated the motion. ]
[ He was rewarded with a ragged breath and Ardyn spreading his legs a little more. The sharp, yellow gaze darkened deeply as he looked down at him, and Ardyn reached out bury his fingers in Emet-Selch's hair, twining that white lock between them. ]
Would that I could truthfully say that you'd be the death of me, my friend.
[ Emet-Selch's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he held Ardyn's gaze. ]
Oh, but where would that leave me?
[ He ran his fingers along Ardyn's fly again before finally working it open, barely bothering to watch his fingers as he worked. He pushed Ardyns trousers open and reached for his prize. ]
[ Ardyn leaned back in the chair and heaved a satisfied sigh. His trousers had been a touch too tight for his comfort, and Emet-Selch's long, cool fingers on his shaft were a pleasant relief.
He spread his thighs again to better give the man access. ]
I'm sure you'd find some other kindred spirit... perhaps one not so storied as me, but I am one in a million.
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[He held Ifrit's gaze. How very different from the savage primal, this version was! He looked back up to the Astral's master.]
Why, Ardyn, are you propositioning me? Right in front of Ifrit? I am quite tempted to accept.
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Oh, Emet-Selch! If you do or say anything in front of Ifrit, it's as good as doing or saying it in front of me, these days. We're rather closely linked.
[ He tensed his fingers, and the black mottling on Ifrit's skin writhed. The Astral buckled in his hand, and soon vanished in a flash of flame and darkness. Ardyn idly patted out the part of his sleeve that had caught fire. ]
And while that wasn't my single intent... I'm not going to pretend it wasn't on my mind as a pleasant end to this conversation.
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Well then, who am I to refuse? In fact, if I might make a suggestion... Perhaps I might suck your cock.
[ His smirk somehow managed to turn a degree more predatory. ]
Would you like that, I wonder? To have an emperor on his knees for you?
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Emet-Selch's offer, pleasing but by no means dismissive, wound something low and hungry in his gut, like a banked flame. Ardyn's gaze darkened, and his smile was long and languid. ]
You're quite the improvement over the last Emperor I dealt with, you know.
[ He raised a hand and swept the pad of his thumb over those cruel lips. The linger heat of Ifrit's touch burned low as he did so. ]
I'm more than looking forward to this.
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I am an improvement over most Emperors, though I am none-the less glad to hear you say it.
[ His tongue darted out to lap suggestively at Ardyn's thumb. ]
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[ He closed the gap and tilted his head up to kiss him. ]
And where will you want me, your Radiance?
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[ He leaned down ever so slightly into the kiss and gave Ardyn's lower lip a small nip when they pulled apart. ]
Hmm, why don't you take a seat in the throne of your choice. You shall be the ruler today, after all.
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Make a tradition out of it, the impish thought came, and nearly made him laugh.
He sat down and spread thighs slightly, before reaching out to take the man's sleeve and then tug him down for another kiss. ]
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He ran his hands first up along the insides of Ardyn's thighs, working his way up on his own time, before he brushed the back of his fingers up and down along Ardyn's fly, his touch feather-light. He looked up at Ardyn with a wide, crooked smile and repeated the motion. ]
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Would that I could truthfully say that you'd be the death of me, my friend.
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Oh, but where would that leave me?
[ He ran his fingers along Ardyn's fly again before finally working it open, barely bothering to watch his fingers as he worked. He pushed Ardyns trousers open and reached for his prize. ]
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He spread his thighs again to better give the man access. ]
I'm sure you'd find some other kindred spirit... perhaps one not so storied as me, but I am one in a million.