[staring at him doing it, testing his range with a small flex of his body, realizing a lot of his body had wrung up tight and forcing himself to relax. letting out a bit of a laugh - nervous? actually finding this funny? affectionate? confused? nervous??]
[wets his lips, glancing up at the sound... pets his thighs, strokes his cock only a couple times in passing as he moves back up to settle over Allen's stomach.]
...Part of you clearly doesn't mind, but.. is this still all right?
[hff...] I'm ashamed to admit I haven't really planned this, so you'll have to bear with me as I figure things out. Though I suppose I'm getting some idea [petsss him appreciatively]. You'll have to be certain to let me know what you want if you think of something, as I don't intend to let you up until I'm done.
[And then Link started stripping while still mostly on top of Allen. Starting with the pants this time. It reveals a bruised thigh from where a vineaconda tried to break his leg yesterday... but he continues not to mention it. Setting pants and underwear aside neatly and focusing instead on the skin-contact and Allen's warmth under him, shifting so he can feel it too.]
[makes a soft pleasured sound as he cants his hips forward, pressing down against him with a shiver, face flushed, his eyes falling shut against some fevered dizziness, not that he minds that much. Steadying himself with a hand on Allen's chest]
Ah--mmh...While I'm glad that you think so, this.. all this. isn't a particularly charitable impulse.. you know...
[Pushing a couple fingers deeper, watching... and possibly plotting... Starts working on his shirt buttons again with his free hand, occasionally shifting distractingly on top of Allen]
[groans and sucks a little more firmly, his tongue running hot along the undersides of his knuckles, breath pulling in cool between his lips - his teeth close just a bit, not a bite, just pressure]
[sssoo intent on Allen's mouth. sounding breathy when he speaks] ... I intend to penetrate you with these. as you did for me last time, so.. you'll need to be thorough.
Ah.. [:x;;] I put that oddly.... [rubs fingers against Allen's tongue one more time before pulling them away. Slides off to the side a bit, shrugging off his shirt. (He was hiding a seemingly alarming number of bandages under there, mostly wrapped around his chest and one shoulder. So that's the cause of the fever...)]
[Fond huff and sidelong look. Leans and kisses near his belly button, reaching around his leg to trace his entrance with the slicked fingers, a bit hesitantly.]
[kiss, nibble, kiss, rubs thumb firmly along his taint before pressing one finger in, Link's other hand slipping in under the small of Allen's back and rubbing in circles to encourage him to arch]
[he does arch, easily going with what Link encourages, and he spreads his knees as well as he can with his ankles tied down, his hands twisting lightly in their bindings too, not struggling but just pulling on where he's been fastened]
[Link moans, lifting his head to watch him twist a moment, breathing hot over his stomach. Draws his finger out then presses in again deeper, meanwhile kissing his way up to tongue a nipple, his free hand following along Allen's side, then all the way up one arm to squeeze at his wrists just under the binding]
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...Part of you clearly doesn't mind, but.. is this still all right?
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... You're really incredible.
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Ah--mmh...While I'm glad that you think so, this.. all this. isn't a particularly charitable impulse.. you know...
I'm just feeling possessive.
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I-is that... what it is...
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I just
how does one person manage to be so hot and so hilarious at the same time I can't even handle you
grooans and sucks a lot harder before just licking, letting his spit really coat his fingers]
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Mm... it's okay, it's okay, it's just-- you...
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I don't think you've ever actually done this to me]
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[he does arch, easily going with what Link encourages, and he spreads his knees as well as he can with his ankles tied down, his hands twisting lightly in their bindings too, not struggling but just pulling on where he's been fastened]
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Ah-- Link-- Touch... more...
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