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[He recalls the way the other bathed him that day, with careful scrubs over a marred sea of skin - it seemed like rubbing insult into injury to Vergilius, like salt in wounds that had long healed over. Here, the way the other's fingers dance across those thin lines send a shiver through him. It's not debasement this time, its appreciation, isn't it...?]

[The air is pleasant and warm as his upper body is exposed, but the heat between them is more potent, he finds. The weight of the other on him feels right, somehow, back pressed into the robes that Lobelia had laid earlier. This is part of the lesson he had wanted to get across - that slow and steady can wins the race, at least to start it off, and a rushed, quick, dirty affair will never be as satisfying as if one takes their time. To give a reward to his dutiful student, his hand strokes and cups the curve of the man's tight waist to the delicate curve of his hip, before a decisive move back nets him a squeeze of Lobelia's ass as a way to tease him further. He always has been a giver, after all. So here, he will give, to someone who has put his life in his hands.]

[Tongues are tied. His heart beats faster, but with a heady, strong rhythm. After a moment, his hips roll up once, just once, just to feel the slightest edge of friction begin.]

[It's amazing what can be learned when one actually listens, isn't it? Lobelia always considered himself a diligent student in the rare instances where he was the one being taught, and if Vergilius' reactions are anything to go by, he's learned well thus far.

That said... Ah, there's still much to learn, isn't there? He tenses, if only temporarily, when Vergilius' heavy palm squeezes his ass. Did he do something wrong? That's Lobelia's immediate thought, humming his confusion into their kiss, but... no, no, it's not as if Vergilius swatted his ass like an ill-behaved child. If he were angry with him, he's sure he'd leave a stinging mark behind to show it.

There's little room left for doubt once Vergilius pushes his hips up into his, coaxing some carnal mix of amusement and arousal from his lips. He'll remember to grope Verg's ass in retaliation later, but for now, Lobelia parts from their kiss to shift a little lower, mouthing a trail down to the juncture between shoulder and neck and sucking out a bruise there. Surely this is fine, leaving a mark in a place that won't be easily visible. At the same time, Lobelia rocks down into Vergilius' hips over and over again, the warm, heavy throb of friction too pleasant to avoid giving himself over to.]

[Sometimes, your ass gets squeezed, and that's another thing to learn in the grand art of sexual intercourse, young grasshopper.]

[But as far as "instinct" goes, Lobelia is doing a good job at it. This isn't the awkward start of last time, or the blood-filled violent rush in the middle, or the devolution of sheer rabid passion at the end. It's something new, something worth exploring, hand in hand. He finds a rare twitch of a smile coming to his lips, but its gone in an instant when he feels the man's lips worry at the skin of his chest, a blossom of color in an otherwise pale land. He grunts, the noise edging into a little groan of pleasure, a sign of permission - that mouth can do more than just belittle and tease, it seems.]

[His hand still resting on the other's ass is a good location, because as he feels Lobelia move against him, he encourages it with a rhythmic pressure, forcing their bodies to move closer and closer against each other. How funny. The man was appalling, but right now, as heat starts to slowly pool down his spine to fill his abdomen, he...wants this, doesn't he?]

[His free hand buries itself in that messy tousle of hair, stroking back and along to dig nails lightly into the nape of his neck, even as his hips meet the slow rhythm.]

[Who knew it could feel so personally rewarding to pursue someone else's pleasure? Lobelia is encouraged to keep leaving marks on Vergilius' skin when he treats him to that gravelly, pleased grunt, and so he will. Not only is it encouraging, but it pours oil on the fire already burning beneath his skin.

Merely sinking his teeth into Vergilius doesn't satisfy him enough, but it's all he's driven to do, unwilling to divorce his lips from the man's marred skin long enough to consider doing anything else. Where Lobelia doesn't bite, he licks, drawing lines along old scars with his tongue. He kisses the swell of Vergilius' left pectoral before sucking out a bruise there too, but still, still, still, he wants more of the man. All of him.

Lobelia shifts to one side, lifts his hips so he can slide a palm down Vergilius' front and feel out his arousal through the fabric of his slacks. He could certainly proceed from here and do as he pleases, but Lobelia breaks away from his work marking up Vergilius' chest to ask for permission to proceed with his gaze— may I?]

[Greedy, greedy, greedy. Those licks feel like they're there to wipe away more of the outer layer, dig into the deeper - he inhales as heated skin is traced with cool wetness. He thought of Lobelia as a black hole of sorts before, the last time they did something like this. His hunger could not be sated, his desire for happiness something to indulge and indulge until his head spun. Lobelia wanted. Lobelia took.]

[So here, to see that asking, silent gaze makes his breath catch ever so slightly in his throat, let out after a moment in a low creak of a sigh. He would've pushed away the man sooner than this before, even a week ago.]

[But a blood oath is a blood oath. Lobelia wants. Vergilius, as much as he denies it, shackles himself, restrains himself, also wants. His arousal throbs under the touch of the other's hands, almost an answer of its own.]

Yes.

[Comes the answer. His finger traces over the other's forehead to grasp at the tip of his ear. He tugs it, gently, gently.]

[He knows its sensitive.]

[His thirst springs eternal, this much is true, but there's something to be said about a thirst this mutual. A simple "yes" is all the motivation Lobelia needs to shift lower, park himself between Vergilius' thighs and fuss with the buttons and zipper keeping him from what he wants...

...But then Vergilius goes right for his weak point, tugging on his sensitive ear. It's a rare moment of vulnerability, honesty in the form of a pout that Lobelia brushes off and trades out for a grin in record time, but it's an honest reaction all the same. He's quick to brush away Vergilius' hand and squeeze his fingers instead, pinning his hand to his side. Do you see the way he's red right up to the tips of his ears??? Yeah. Don't acknowledge that, thank you.]

Watch your hands, Monsieur. If you distract me, I may end up causing you harm without intending to.

[Ah, so impersonal... The embarrassment is to blame, but Lobelia doesn't linger on it long, tugging down Vergilius' zipper to bring Vergilius Jr. out into the light. Lobelia didn't get a good look at it before, so don't mind him studying this dick thoroughly before giving it a few cursory tugs. Call it scientific curiosity, or perhaps this is a bit of the old Lobelia teasing Vergilius for having the nerve to toy with his ear.]

Oh?

[What's this? This sudden flush of color - of course, even without his own connection to blood, he can recognize it from a mile away. His lips crack open to form a sliver of a smirk.]

Is this really the same man who took a knife to my heart? You worry about causing me harm? I would almost call that cute.

[That is a word, isn't it? Cute. It feels wrong to use for Lobelia any time, but here and now? Yeah. He could use it. Even of its only to get Lobelia more riled up.]

[The tugs to his dick makes him clamp his lips down for a moment with a mildly aggrieved little muffled noise. Thanks, Lobelia. It doesn't make his arousal lessen at all, though, and his hand slides in a circle on Lobelia's side, as if to encourage.]

Now what are you planning to do? I won't hold your hand here.

[Ah... Who's mocking who now? Lobelia's guard is up, just enough to keep himself from pouting a second time, but it's clear to him that the scales have tipped in Vergilius' favor. Honestly... Why did he agree not to hurt this man...........]

Almost, but you wouldn't dare, would you? Vulnerable as you are, you should watch your words carefully!

[Lobelia isn't above biting dicks, but he won't emphasize that point when, at this juncture, he's very much all bark and no bite. Pretty impressive that Vergilius can leave Lobelia feeling like he's the one who lost control when he's holding the most delicate part of his body in his hand, but that's all about to change, his lips curving into a smile that's as innocent as it is horribly telling.]

That should be obvious even to you, non? I won't ask you for advice, but if you feel it necessary to critique my work, wait until I've finished you off.

[With that said, :yesvore:. Lobelia doesn't make any effort to hide the fact that he's never sucked dick before, taking as much of Vergilius into his mouth as he can and feeling him out through a series of exploratory licks. It's all very unpracticed, but it's the effort that counts, probably.]

Steady, steady, steady.

[The man takes him in, and after only a few seconds, he's again reaching to give a tug to the other's ear, now more as admonishment than tease.]

I know I just - ah - said to not hold your hand, but....seriously, as much it would give me pleasure to hear your incessant chatter lessen after this, I'm not in the mood to hear your griping on how much your jaw hurts, either.

[As much as his harsh words ring out, he's now sliding his hand over to clutch at the other's cheek, fingertips resting underneath his jawline in a gentle grip. Slow and steady wins the race. For all the power and control the man was able to exert before on him, even if it was only because he was caged by his circumstances, it's almost surreal to see him tripping and faltering. As much as he saves face, here's the vulnerable man he saw in flits and glimmers, the one unknowing of so much.]

[Vergilius may not want to be a teacher, but in mutuality, even a guide can't help but refrain from doing his job.]

[Lobelia exhales a thin, almost petulant sigh from his nose, disappointed that his efforts have been immediately met with a scolding, but he obediently eases up and slides Vergilius almost entirely out of his mouth.

Steady, steady, steady. What Vergilius is saying makes sense, but a bad case of lockjaw wouldn't bother Lobelia as much as it would amuse him. Still, this isn't exactly up for debate, is it? Lobelia blinks up at Vergilius as if to ascertain how disappointed he'd really be if he went ahead and continued on in the same gung ho fashion, but he gets the feeling that Vergilius won't tolerate that.

So... fine. Fine!! Lobelia will do as his dutiful guide wills and put his effort into circling the tip with his tongue, focusing less strictly on the goal of satisfying Vergilius and more on mapping out the places he's most responsive to his touch. At the same time, with his fingers settled around the base of his cock, Lobelia gently strokes him up and down. Better?]

...That's better.

[He will not be so base as to utter anything like "good boy" or something like that, but the light extension of his neck and the pleased sigh he exhales should maybe be enough as a reward for Lobelia for following his direction. The tongue is gentle - its rather ironic, he thinks, that the violent clash of before seems just as potent as the careful, delicate movement of the man's mouth over him.]

[Does he like this Lobelia better, though? Does Lobelia like this Vergilius better? When two things collide, don't they change one another, for the worst, for the better?]

[His thumb makes light circles on the man's upper cheek, the wound from before now clotted but still tender. It makes little hiccups when he feels the strokes begin, other hand grasping at the magician's side as he bites his lip, a groan managing to shudder out of his mouth.]

...Much better.

[...Odd. How very odd. To thought that he's capable of satisfying Vergilius like this has yet to fully sink in, and frankly, Lobelia isn't sure it ever will. How should he feel about it? Happy? Satisfied? Fulfilled? Is this the shape their relationship is going to take? Is their path destined to be one easily traversed, free of obstacles...?

Odd, how very odd. Lobelia has found himself at a crossroads many times in his life, but he's always managed to quickly figure out which path to take to guide himself closer to what he believed would make him happy. Right now, he doesn't know which way he should go, toeing uncertainly between two options: listen to his guide, follow him dutifully, or divert from it and take the risk of invoking his ire.

Lobelia has changed, certainly, but change isn't a linear path either. Lobelia cedes to Vergilius' wishes for several minutes, tasting him on his tongue and committing his responses to memory, marking what feels good in his mind... but it's not enough. they can make each other better, and they can make each other worse, and Lobelia doesn't consider the two results much different from one another when his hand swiftly withdraws from Vergilius' length and he shoves every last inch of him into his mouth.

Sorry, but he's never been that good a listener, and perhaps that irony is fitting. Lobelia coughs and gags, but he doesn't withdraw, swallowing and humming around the cock buried in his throat. This is good too, isn't it? A return to form, something painful and something pleasurable, and Lobelia isn't the least bit inclined to let up. If Vergilius wants to scold him for this afterwards, then so be it. He'll accept his punishment when it comes, and if he feels like it, he'll learn from it too.]

[And that's the reality of it, isn't it? Others can have their softness, their gentle ways. Perhaps the both of them can claim that, but after what they've done, everything they've been through, they can't be completely comfortable with that, and that alone. Violence is threaded through them like a pulsing heartbeat.]

[So, even as Lobelia plays nice for now, the next move he makes that, while shocking, is almost half-expected. Vergilius's eyes widen as his back arches, his body stiffening as he expects the man to withdraw, but it doesn't happen. Stubborn, stubborn soul he is, this Lobelia-!]

A-Ah...

[The cry he gives is almost a little plaintive. As much as sheer hot irritation floods him, the sensation is too wrapped up in the intense jolts of pleasure that spark up his spine . His nails dig in, his hips instinctively moving into the core of the warm heat of his mouth. He winces. Of course, punishment will come. Of course, Lobelia knows how to make him writhe, even with their arrangement.]

[Vergilius's hand detaches to grab ahold of the other's hair, almost a little desperate, as he yanks it harshly. Stop. Keep going. Paradoxical urges, clashing with each other.]

[But one is clearly winning, as he throws his head back with another groaning gasp.]

[He can only handle domesticity for so long, at once completed by it and at a loss with it, and so the itch to lash out and behave poorly hasn't ceded one bit. He wants to repay Vergilius for the happiness he's granted him, but obedience doesn't come naturally to Lobelia. It doesn't come easy. He'll endeavor to learn and take a lesson to heart every now and then, but in the interim, the knocks he gets as punishment will be their own reward.

He manages to take Vergilius so deeply that the tip of his nose touches his skin, pulled up briefly by his hair and gazing up at him, but ah. Unfortunately, he can't even see the look on the man's face through the tears in his eyes. It hurts, of course, but that only makes the act more satisfying. Arousal hums low in his throat, working past the ache, the need to gag, to savor the way Vergilius twists and groans beneath him. His throat hugs every last inch, and when Vergilius ultimately gives in and comes, Lobelia won't let it be anywhere but straight down his throat.]

[Shouldn't Lobelia feel so lucky, to break a man down like this? A body of taut muscle, ruinous in its power, now held so vulnerable by the weight of arousal within his mouth. Not many have seen Vergilius like this. Maybe no one else will ever see it again.]

[He's consumed. In a physical sense, in a metaphorical sense. The ouroboros, now consisting of two snakes gorging on each other for eternity. Another set of gasps, edging into a low moan, chest heaving - and in the midst of it all, Vergilius hopes it hurts Lobelia, with how far he's taken him in. A sore jaw is not enough for just desserts. He deserves more.]

[And so, with that thought, he finally feels the heat spike like a knife into flesh, emptying himself with a full-body shiver from his toes to his head as the light in his eyes flickers like a fed fire. His hand pulls the other's head in more, forcing him to stay as he rides it out, even though he has half a thought that Lobelia wouldn't try to pull away, anyways.]

[He knows the man too well at this point.]

[What a delightful response. Misbehavior shouldn't be tolerated, and when he acts out, Lobelia fully expects his guide to punish him accordingly. The temporary damage done to his throat is a small price to pay for the heat that throbs on his tongue, the satisfying pulse of Vergilius' release. This bitter taste is swiftly becoming one of his favorites.

To make a mess out of a man as strong as Vergilius does come with its upsides, but it's only a shame he's pressed down and unable to savor the sight of him hurtling over that edge. A tragedy, really, but this won't be the last time Lobelia misbehaves for the benefit of them both.

Still... Hey. Hello. He's going to suffocate like this? Lobelia feels the man's muscles slacken beneath him and grunts not in protest, but in confusion. He's done, right?? Let him go??? While he's at it, how about a little praise for his hard work?]

[Perhaps he shouldn't let him go. Perhaps he should keep him here. Hadn't the man asked that, one time? Fuck me to death. Or something like it, anyways, in whatever he said in French. He considers the urge for a brief fleeting moment as he feels himself start to ease off from its high. It would be so easy.]

[So very easy, indeed. As easy as pulling his heart out of his chest.]

[But this time, Vergilius relents, shows mercy. His hand releases as he feels the other try to pull back, and it moves to rub over his face to his hair as he lets air fill his slightly burning lungs. Their environment, brilliant in color, flowers tickling the edges of the robe he's laying back on, have never been so bright, so beautiful.]

[A little death, in the land of the dead.]

Mm. [He swallows, finally glancing down.] Hope you didn't feel like you could bite off more than you can chew.

[What's praise? He sure doesn't need to give that, unless Lobelia wants to fight for it.]

[He's tasted sweeter deaths, but bitter and salty death is nothing he'll complain about. Jerking upright, Lobelia sputters and coughs, the stinging ache in his throat warning him against acting so recklessly in the future. The answer to whether or not he'll listen to it is one they both know well.

He winces with every word, coughing to clear his throat, but an ache so minor could never wipe the look of self-satisfaction of Lobelia's face, smile spanning wide.]

Heheh! I think I already have... [cough cough hack] But if you insist on making that littéral, who am I to deny you?

[But you know what? He does want praise, shameless enough to beg for it but staying his tongue, because:]

Mm, but you seem rather relaxed. Do you not intend to scold me for going against your instructions?

[Ugh. Now he really is missing when the man was shut up, even if it was because he was giving him a whole blowjob. His expression is returning to its characteristic stern look as he moves to push his upper body up with his elbows.]

Of course I intend to scold you. But part of me thinks you want it that way. After all, pain is your pleasure, is it not?

[But now he's reaching over to grasp the other's chin harshly, pulling him up. A closing of the distance, another kiss - he tastes a little bit of himself on them as he licks them over, finally pulling back without releasing his grip.]

Maybe I'll just deny you your own release, for being such a rebellious sort.

[If he promises to be on his best behavior for now on, will Vergilius go easy on him? Lobelia considers asking before he's jerked up by his chin and tugged into a kiss, one he lingers in before easing back just enough to quietly laugh.]

Would you truly do something so cruel? That may cause health problems...

[Not that he's particularly worried about getting blueballed or the consequences of it, another hum of amusement pressed to Vergilius' lips when Lobelia steals a kiss.]

Mes excuses! I'll ask permission next time. Je promets, so go easy on me, hm?

Oh, please. You're young. You can survive it. If you can't, I would wonder how you live and breathe in the first place, as fragile as you are.

[Lobelia steals a kiss. He steals a kiss right back, as easy as anything, breath rumbling into his chest like the purr of a large feline sated after the hunt. Well, not really sated. Can he even be sated? Would he allow himself to be?]

[Even in the midst of this satisfaction, guilt still beats under the surface. Is this right? Is this atonement? But, ah, it's with Lobelia. The man is his personal source of hell, in the end.]

Be careful what you wish for. I might go so easy on you that you'll be left unsatisfied. [His fingers scrape from the side of the man's abdomen to his back. He didn't really have a chance to explore the other's body before, so swept up in the glacial movement of pure rage.] Decisions, decisions.

[It's quite possible that he's as fragile as Vergilius accuses him of being, having never given anyone a fair shot in a fight before until his duel to the death with this man right here. As such, he's perfectly happy to play along and heave a very put upon sigh, watching Vergilius' hands rove his body with muted curiosity.]

I'm ticklish, you know. Quite délicat! If you insist on touching me gently, you may drive yourself mad with the sound of my laughter.

[He's goosebumping, sure, but Vergilius' touch isn't so light that it inspires spasms and laughter. There's something nice, he finds, about being explored like this. Gee, it's almost as if being desired on some level is kind of nice. Returning that little purr of satisfaction with one of his own, Lobelia leans in to take another kiss from Vergilius' lips, long and lingering.]

You, ticklish? Give me a break.

[That's a trait that's for, like, kids, not someone as horrendous as Lobelia. Obviously. Then again, the remark about irritating laughter is right on point. There really is nothing more grating than a man who clearly is taking a lot of joy in getting his way.]

[Which is why, again, kisses like this feel so novel. Even he doesn't remember a time where he's been kissed like this, paid attention to like this. Colors like him are like prizes, in a certain sense, if you can get them to do what you want for them. He's Lobelia's prize, but not in the same way as before.]

[He pulls back, only to look at the man for a long moment, tousled hair and bright razor-sharp eyes and all, before he leans past him to get his target - the man's ear, once more, now being grasped firmly between his teeth in a light bite.]

[Meanwhile, his hands encircle the man, pull him more onto his lap before he tugs his thighs to hug onto him. His husky tone murmurs, the sounds rolling into the seashell-like coils of his ear.]

You wanted it before. [A challenge.] Let's see if you can get it.

[At this point, Lobelia isn't even defending himself against attacks on his poor, delicate ears... but then again, when had he tried to defend them from Vergilius? The bite makes him shiver, but it's Vergilius' voice, low and rasping in his ear, that has him exhaling a quiet sigh of need.

There must be something wrong with him, a thought that has only just now occurred to Lobelia and strictly because he's realized something totally fucked: the only sounds he really cares to hear in this moment are the ones made by Vergilius. Should he seek psychological help? Is he a danger to himself and others?? How troubling...]

Are you stringing me along now? How uncouth.

[He's wanted this for a while now, arousal digging into Vergilius' abdomen when he pulls him onto his lap, encircled by his thighs. Not shoving Vergilius down and taking him after sucking him off was Lobelia's attempt to feign good behavior, but he's being challenged now, isn't he?

He's being permitted to misbehave, hooking a thumb onto Vergilius' mouth to guide him back into a proper kiss, one he doesn't part from before troubling the man's bottom lip pale. He wants to be felt and explored, but he isn't done mapping Vergilius out with his reverent touch, starting first with the shoulders he's wrapped his arms around. He can appreciate Vergilius for more than his potent rage, squeezing muscle and bone beneath his fingertips while their tongues intermingle.]

[He is giving permission now, something that would've seemed such an anathema to his being before. He never would've wanted to give Lobelia an inch. What happened now? Can it really be chalked to simply making an oath? Selling their souls to each other?]

[What a mistake he has made. Hell should belong to one person alone. To have another here begets temptations he never would have dreamed of.]

[Lobelia nestles against him, like puzzle pieces slotting side by side - the arousal pressing into his abdomen is a sensation he would outwardly deny feels very welcome, indeed. He is hooked back into the kiss, hissing with the ravaging of teeth as he clacks his own in reply to nip at the invading tongue.]

[The other's arms around him are what almost make him falter - so akin to an embrace that his heart throbs with want he didn't realize before. His own hands slide over the other's hips, tugging down whatever Lobelia has left to free him completely. He has given permission. They have allowed this of each other.]

[And this is only the beginning of much ravaging to come.]

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