[Lobelia laughs— some would expect Alhaitham to be a rigid and regimented person, but not Lobelia. There's an appeal to chaos, to doing things your own way simply because you can. Should that kind of audacity not be rewarded appropriately?]
Very well then. Who am I to deny you?
[In goes another finger wickedly crooked to terrorize his insides. The fit's tight, but Alhaitham wanted this, didn't he?]
Alhaitham's breath shudders as Lobelia fills him more, a sound that's almost a whimper as pain layers pain and then pushes into hot urgency as Lobelia rakes his insides.]
Oh--[He can't quite stop the pained sound that time, squeezing his legs against Lobelia's sides before dragging them up. He pulls Lobelia's hair with it, attempts a wordless direction for Lobelia to come up if his mouth is no longer on Alhaitham's dick.] Here.
[That's more like it. Alhaitham is tight around his fingers — punishing, perfect — before the stinging pain sings electric along every nerve. Patience has never been Lobelia's virtue. He only ever learned to imitate it. So his fingers drive in deep, heavy, brutal, a pace that abandons pretense entirely.
No apologies. No softening kiss to make it gentler. This is what Alhaitham wants. What they both want.
Alhaitham drags him up by the hair and Lobelia claims his mouth without hesitation, tongue slipping past his teeth to steal whatever breath he can reach. The kiss is deep, irreverent, Lobelia trespassing gleefully on sanctified ground. Amidst it all, his breath catches, almost a whimper, almost a plea, swallowed against Alhaitham's lips.]
[His hands wander over Lobelia's chest, his sides, his back as he comes up over Alhaitham. Lobelia pushes into his mouth easily, but what Alhaitham meets it with is equal enthusiasm trying to suck him in. A wrestle for who can devour more intensely. Alhaitham swallows that plea with a surge of heat and the arch of his body.
It strangles a desperate sound as he jerks, pinching Lobelia's nipple with it. A little pained, and Alhaitham's legs wrap around Lobelia's hips before he gets even the slightest idea of backing out.]
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[If he wants something, he can take the steps to simply have it. Sometimes that requires patience, sometimes the patience isn't worth it.]
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Very well then. Who am I to deny you?
[In goes another finger wickedly crooked to terrorize his insides. The fit's tight, but Alhaitham wanted this, didn't he?]
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Alhaitham's breath shudders as Lobelia fills him more, a sound that's almost a whimper as pain layers pain and then pushes into hot urgency as Lobelia rakes his insides.]
Oh--[He can't quite stop the pained sound that time, squeezing his legs against Lobelia's sides before dragging them up. He pulls Lobelia's hair with it, attempts a wordless direction for Lobelia to come up if his mouth is no longer on Alhaitham's dick.] Here.
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No apologies. No softening kiss to make it gentler. This is what Alhaitham wants. What they both want.
Alhaitham drags him up by the hair and Lobelia claims his mouth without hesitation, tongue slipping past his teeth to steal whatever breath he can reach. The kiss is deep, irreverent, Lobelia trespassing gleefully on sanctified ground. Amidst it all, his breath catches, almost a whimper, almost a plea, swallowed against Alhaitham's lips.]
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It strangles a desperate sound as he jerks, pinching Lobelia's nipple with it. A little pained, and Alhaitham's legs wrap around Lobelia's hips before he gets even the slightest idea of backing out.]