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firstworldproblem - Re: Day 440

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[You are greeted with the sound of randomly disrupted static, at the end of which three melodic beeping signals are heard. Yep, that's your cue to leave a message!]

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firstworldproblem

[Wow. He's never done anything wrong in his---- oh, wait.

Placing a tentacle over his mouth.]

Yes, Hythlodeaus?

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weenwoon

[did you think he WOULDN'T take the tentacle into his mouth, or]

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firstworldproblem

[Strike two for Emet. Caught by surprised, a very indecent sound leaves his lips as he shudders which only causes the blush to deepen and spread to the tips of his ears and down his neck.]

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weenwoon

[WHY ARE YOU SO EASY TO BULLY! He just grins (as much as he can with a mouth full of tentacle) before trying to take it in deeper, running his tongue over it slowly with a soft, pleased noise.]

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firstworldproblem

[It is true. He is easy to bully. He presses his palms into Hythlodeaus' chest pushing up to glare at him with the absolutely weakest amount of heat possible.]

You'd best--

[Sucking in a breathe as he pulls the tentacle deeper into his mouth.]

--- not be teasing.

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weenwoon

[JUST GIVES HIM A SMUG LOOK, WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW, UNDERWORLD BOY

But then closes his eyes with another soft (and surprisingly lewd) noise, nipping at the tentacle just slightly before starting to suck on it again, still encouraging it a little deeper. Enjoy your... tentacle deepthroating?..]

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firstworldproblem

[A MENACE! It probably isn't possible for his face to flush any darker shade, but oh, does he try. And intertwined as they are he isn't able to hide the fact that this is affecting him greatly in case there was any doubt.

He bows his head just enjoy the sensation, but he also slips a tentacle into the waistband of Hythlodeaus' pants. You know payback and a treat.]

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weenwoon

[Well, it's definitely a treat for him, because Hyth nudges his hips eagerly at feeling the tentacle slip into his pants. At the same time he slides a hand under Emet's skirt to grab at his ass with an appreciative noise. The other hand, though, he uses to hold the tentacle in his mouth - and then pulls away, flushed and panting, pausing just long enough to make it seem as though he's done with the blowjob, before--]

Hades, you should--be rougher with my mouth.

[Said with a kind of smug grin, but also a little whiny. He has needs ok, and the needs are getting throatfucked. Don't worry about it.]

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firstworldproblem

[He laughs highly entertained and fond rolling his hips back into his hand as he places a hand on his neck. Not to squeeze, but to hold his head somewhat in place.]

You greedy, little thing. Very well. Tug on my hair if I go to far.

[He doesn't want to hurt him after all but he does want to indulge him. He starts off slow exploring his mouth brushing up against the roof. But then he does shove it much further in quickly, pulling it back out before going further in still. Breathing is somewhat optional at times.]

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weenwoon

Mmmph--

[He grabs onto Emet's hand automatically - not to pry it away, but have something to hold on to. This is exactly what he wants, but breathplay still gives rise to more than complicated feelings, and reassurance of some control and affection helps.

He whines and squirms as Emet fucks his mouth, alternately digging his fingers into Emet's arm and petting it to give wordless affirmation that he's doing fine. The longer air is denied him and the rougher Emet gets, the more desperate the noises Hythlodaeus makes are, but judging by the deep blush on his face and the way he tries to rut against Emet, he's rather enjoying himself.]

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firstworldproblem

[He watches him very closely, very carefully as he puts a little more pressure on his throat, pushing the tentacle in a bit further so it completely cuts off his air.

And he holds it there.

For a second. A second more. Until he's sure he's reached his limit.

And then he let's go and pulls the tentacle out before covering his lips with his own.]

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weenwoon

[The pressure on his throat is not something Hythlodaeus expects. Between that squeeze and the tentacle filling his throat his breathing is cut off entirely, and once again it brings that shameful, guilty kind of pleasure with it. With a choked whine he clings to Emet with both hands, digging his fingers into the clothes on his back, eyes screwed shut and body shuddering and squirming in Emet's hold.

When Emet pulls the tentacle out it comes a surprise, and Hyth instinctively tries to suck in a breath - but even that is denied him by the kiss. He doesn't have enough air left to even whimper or moan anymore, no matter how much he wants to, only making choked little sounds as he clings to Emet even tighter, scratching at his back unabashedly. Hope your maid dress is sturdy, oops]

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firstworldproblem

[He's not completely without mercy. Emet gives Hythlodaeus whatever air is in his lung during the kiss being the generous kind of person he is. And it is very doubtful that the maid outfit is that sturdy so it will tear at the seams which get an amused sound from him.

Emet will pull back eventually rising on his wrists to stare down at him.]

My, I wasn't expecting you to want control taken away from you.

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weenwoon

[He gasps and coughs when Emet pulls away, chest heaving madly as his body tries to make up for the lengthy deprivation.]

B-Blame your... unit for that...

[Rasping out the words; he's nicely flushed, though, shivering and lips swollen from all the attention.]

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firstworldproblem

[He kisses him softly in juxtaposition to before slipping his tongue across his bottom lip as he drinks up his expression.]

Oh? Are there any other preferences I can blame my unit for?

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weenwoon

[That alternation of actually exactly what he enjoys most of all, good call Emet! He makes a soft sound as he kisses back (though still weak), shivering at the touch to his lower lip.]

Perhaps you should... extrapolate.

[Definitely not because he's embarrassed to openly admit his kinks to Emet.]

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firstworldproblem

[His dress is probably not going to last the night anyway so he take off one of the larger bows.]

Give me your hands.

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weenwoon

[... /// BASTARD. He can guess where this is going, so he blushes rather deeply and gives Emet a huffy look, but presents his hands nonetheless.]

Starting with the basics, then?

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firstworldproblem

[He wraps them tightly, but so much that he can't truly escape if he put a lot of effort into it.]

But am I wrong?

[He looks incredibly cheeky.]

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weenwoon

[ABSOLUTE BASTARD!!! His breath comes a little faster, excited but still embarrassed by it.]

Perhaps by sheer luck.

[So, he's not wrong, but he's not going to openly say that.]

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firstworldproblem

[He tugs his hands above his head and lies flush against him taking his bottom lip between his teeth.]

You could just tell me. I would do my best to employ even your wildest fantasies.

[Though he only gives him a few seconds to answer as he leans back and fills his mouth again with a tentacle. It's a lazy pace at first, but he will get back to the choking in a moment as he begins to undress him fully, tentacles making sure to caress ever new inch of exposed skin.]

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weenwoon

[He sucks in a shaky breath as Emet lies down against him, making a soft noise at the bite to his lip.]

And would you have told me yours?

[He'll take the L this time, though, opening his mouth obediently to let the tentacle in. Whining and shuddering as the other tentacles wind around him, too, but there's definitely a shift to his demeanour - more submissive now, letting Emet do what he wants.]

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firstworldproblem

[He huffs looking down on him with that exasperated look that has not bite. That look of boredom he's become so used to wearing that he does it on reflex.]

I enjoy being made to blush and be embarrassed. Pushed and prodded until choice is taken away from me. Overwhelmed to the point where my mind is incapable of wandering outside of any topic but the current moment.

But more than that I want to simply watch you sleep. To be in your embrace with your heartbeat filling my ears. The undeniable and constant proof of life. And in the quiet darkness I would make you promises I could never voice in the hours while you are awake, but I would hold myself to them nonetheless.

[He's counting on him not hearing half of that as he cuts off his air supply bringing a hand around his throat again, squeezing hard, as the tentacles divest him of his remaining clothes. The tentacles find his cock, too, wrapping and squeezing as the one in his mouth earlier pushes at his entrance so kindly slicked up prior.

He's really going to miss all these extra 'hands' later. They are so convenient.]

I want you to be proud of me, Hythlodaeus, and to cherish the parts of myself even I recoil from.

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weenwoon

[He does hear the words without understanding most of them, though he can feel - thinks he can feel, as much as he's able to think right now, the earnestness in them. But most of his mind is rather more occupied by the overwhelming mix of pleasure and... not so much pain but the tension, the intensity of being bound and choked and vulnerable like this.

Hythlodaeus whimpers again, writhing on the bed, his throat contracting helplessly under Emet's hold. It's scary, a little bit, but also so shamefully good, and this kind of humiliation is exactly what he enjoys - being bound, held down, made to feel pleasure whether he wants to or not. It sets his heart to racing even faster and he nudges his hips up, desperately trying to get more friction from the tentacles wrapping around his twitching cock.]

From:

firstworldproblem

[He lets him breathe again but holds his chin roughly so he's forced to look at him and only him.]

Am I hitting the mark, my dear friend?

[He pins his hips down with his weight ensuring he, and he alone controls the pace. But he isn't completely immune to his pleading so he does slip that tentacle in sliding it at a controlled pace.]

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