[ 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 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.