AMANI IC INBOX

[dimitea]

Unfortunately I am indisposed at the moment, please leave a message and I shall return it post-haste.

Comments

[big_iron]

[Maaaaybe he didn't want him spitting out hot tea, oops. Keep your cool, Hol, it's totally fine.]

Again, part of my own dumb-ass idea. [He pauses for a brief moment before glancing over to him, arms crossed over his chest, he's trying to look calm.] 'Sides, can't say I'd be against the idea.

[dimitea]

[Not only is his own blue shirt stained with tea and he's trying to pat it off with a towel, lifting it a bit and exposing his torso in the process. His face is also extremely red right now, many images passing in his mind at Hol's suggestion.]


I..well... [He's so flustered he can't even look Hol in the face.] You don't mean to make a fool of me...do you?

[big_iron]

[Unfair. He's huffing softly and just moving to find another towel to help with this cleaning him off process, since he mostly caused it.]

Why would I make a fool of you? [He doesn't entirely understand how that would be a thing in the first place, but if he doesn't want to look him in the face then he'll let him have that.] You're an interestin' and attractive man, I promise you it ain't for some nefarious purpose.

[dimitea]

[Well now hol is touching him too and yeah it's with a towel and not skin on skin but he's really close and just suggested sex. It's not like Hol would be his first, far from it but he already saw everything thanks to Loog and Dimitri isn't sure how he feels about it.]

I am unsure Hol....the video...the images...why would you still want me after them?

[big_iron]

[Hey, he's just trying to help since this is partially his fault. Or mostly. It's fine, don't question it.]

Eh? Now, if there's one thing I've learned in my years, it's that video and images don't do a damn thing justice compared to the real thing. But I will admit that both things certainly made me more curious and interested than I already was.

[dimitea]

You have been interested in me...prior?

[Well that is a revelation for Dimitri. It gets him shifting a little so his back is to the countertop]

Pray tell, what exactly have you been interested in having with me.

[big_iron]

Mhmm. Even during that whole... incident. [Before he got yelled at, he means. Which is fair enough.

Oh, he really wants to ask that? He's actually laughing and backing up a bit to lean against the counter next to him instead, better to not corner this man right now, he thinks.]

Now that is a damn good question, isn't it? [He's biting back a grin as he shifts to watch him, this is ridiculous.] Depends on what you're into, don't it? I'm a fairly simple man and can roll with just 'bout anything. Whether you're the type to want to be bent over or the type to bend me over.

[dimitea]

[Oh. Hol liked him since they first met than. That maybe changes things a little. He didn't know he had made that much of an impression on the other rather than one that might have scared him off. At least he thought a normal person would have avoided Dimitri after that incident.]

I don't have a preference...though I do find myself on the giving end more often than naught.

[His voice is rather soft as he speaks, still avoiding eye contact with Hol but his body is a little less tense now that Hol isn't practically cornering him to the counter.]

[big_iron]

[He has never and never will consider himself a normal person. Ever the idiot to run into situations that are dangerous to most people and running when there's really no reason to.]

Admittedly, I'm pretty damn curious as to just how much of that strength of yours you got goin' on. But it's up to you, like I said, I've done both and it ain't a bother to me. But if you can't even look me in the eyes, maybe you'd rather shove my face somewhere. Or shut me the fuck up, but that's just a guess. [He might be fucking with him a little bit just to see how far he can push until he gets a different reaction out of him. All in good fun... mostly.]

Sure wouldn't be the first time I've dealt with a cock like yours, if those pictures really do tell the truth.

[dimitea]

[It might be the first time in his life that Dimitri has met someone as blunt as he is, if not even more and being on the receiving end of that is a little flustering. He does look at Hol and instantly regrets how easy it is for the man to look handsome and so easily talk about ' dealing with a cock like his' ]

Perhaps keeping you quiet might help....

[He says the words mostly to himself but he does wrap an arm around Hol's waist and gives him a little squeeze. Oh yeah he can pick him up easily if he wanted.]

....Did you want to see my strength?

[big_iron]

[When you're an absolutely filthy man, you get to learn how to do those kinds of things. Even if it means confusing everyone else around him.

A brow raises at the keeping him quiet comment, that grin only getting bigger.

Until oh, hello, that sure is an arm around his waist and that question is immediately getting him talking again.]

Why are you only talking about it? [Was that almost needy tone intentional? Absolutely not. But it's what Dimitri's getting and he's already turning a bit red when his ears and brain catch up to what the hell all of that was. He might be a little mad at himself for that.]

[dimitea]

[Oh.]

[That sound went straight to his dick. Yeah he's going to twitch a little in his pants at that and pull Hol closer with some force. That was a challenge and Dimitri doesn't back away from challenges.]

I'm not sure you're ready to eat your words, Hol.

[With his hands firmly on Hol's waist he lifts him up with ease and places him on the Counter, making him have to reach up to kiss him but its's fine as he pulls him by his hair in for a kiss.]

[big_iron]

[He liked that, huh? Despite being as red as a tomato, he's filing that away for later. For now he's focused on what's going on right in front of him, not seeming to resist in the slightest as he's pulled closer. Guess he's finally acting on his words and he's not complaining about it.]

That so? Usually people are quick to shut me up.

[Oh hello, he is on the counter now and this is a weird place to be, actually. Usually it's the other way around as he's generally the taller one in these kinds of encounters. He doesn't get to dwell on it for long as his hair is grabbed and he's pulled down. Luckily he can muffle that moan against his lips and ignoring his hat falling onto the floor again.

Not important.

He's quick to place his arms over Dimitri's shoulders, keeping them lazily there for the time being. He'll let him lead this nonsense, at least for now.]

[dimitea]

[That moan against his lips is exactly what he wants to hear. Sure this might have been exactly what Loog was hoping to happen but Dimitri isn't going to give that damned thing the benefit of the doubt. He's going to stop thinking of it and just enjoy this man sitting on his counter at the moment.]

Stop talking

[He breaks the kiss for a moment before going back in, nipping at that full lower lip for entrance. ]

[big_iron]

[For the better, he's long since forgotten how he ended up here in the first place. Even if he's certain he'll hear some smugness about it after the fact. That's a future him problem.

Good thing he didn't give him any room to be able to reply like a brat to that stop talking comment as he's busy once again. He's not going to meet any resistance from him if he really wants this, just parting his lips enough for him and properly moving his arms to wrap loosely behind his neck.

There's no real pressure to it, except to keep him close.]

[dimitea]

[Between the two of them it seems like Dimitri is a little more the one hurried. With Hol's parted lips his tongue quickly takes dominance over his mouth, tasting nothing but fighting for it anyway. His hips roll and his still covered erection rubs up against Hol once more. It's a teasing touch, promising so much more.

Dimitri parts Hol's thighs wider so he can fit between them easier, a hand going to his own pants to pull at the drawstring keeping them up. He pulls on it and once untangled they fall to the floor leaving his lower half nude. It's only then he breaks the kiss and when he pulls back there is a delicious amount of mixed drool connecting their lips for a moment.]

How much do you like your own pants?

[big_iron]

[Just a tiny bit more hurried, but Hol's always been more the type to roll with the punches and let whoever he's with set the pace. Had he expected him to be this hurried? Nah. But it's whatever to him at this point. Admittedly, the dominance thing is cute and he could fight back against him in reality, but he's more doing it for show and letting him win.

The hip roll is what catches his breath in his throat, trying to push back against him only with a frustrated noise muffled against his mouth. So much for not being hurried.

God, none of that should be hot and yet he's focusing on his mouth before registering the words with a low huff.]

Don't give a fuck 'bout the pants under it, but lemme at least get the chaps off, those cost a pretty penny. [Says the man that is fumbling with his belt for far too long before he gets it off and is kicking his boots with the spurs off and managing to wiggle out of both pairs of pants. Of course he's not wearing any sort of underwear, why would he?

It's plenty obvious once he's revealed that he's almost entirely hard by this point, a shiver running along his spine as the air hits his cock.]

That... should do it. [There's still that ridiculous flap that he's kind of sitting on, but that's part of his shirt and he can't really be fucked to mess with the rest of his clothing right now. In fact, he's going to take the hold he had on Dimitri to pull him back for a kiss, not even bothering to play coy and make him have to get access to his mouth again.]

[dimitea]

[If Dimitri was being honest he didn't want Hol to take his pants off. He was going to rip them off and get this going quicker but instead the man insisted on taking them off. It took longer than he wanted and so he distracted himself with touching himself to stay hard. Being that this was the thing that got him in trouble in the first place his face was pretty red the entire time and anytime Hol would peak a look at him he'd turn away. Was that something he should maybe talk about? Probably but he wasn't going to.]

Finally. Promise not to wear those pants again, they take too long to take off [He manages to get out what he wanted to before he's pulled back into kisses. This is a quick fuck, something to distract them both, it doesn't have to mean anything. At least that's what Dimitri keeps telling himself as he kisses Hol, a pleased moan leaving his lips.

Not wasting more time he slides his hands under Hol's bare ass, picking him up with ease and carrying him back to the bedroom. Of course there is a firm squeeze on the way there, Dimitri can appreciate a good ass. Once in the bedroom he drops Hol onto the bed and rummages in his closet for a bottle of lube he threw in there earlier.]

If it's too much at all...tell me, understood?

[big_iron]

[Hey, he'll learn to not do that in the future. Probably. Unless he purposefully wants to annoy Dimitri, which is quite possible of a thing. He wouldn't call himself a brat, but sometimes you have the urge to do stupid things that win you stupid prizes. At least he wouldn't go for the chaps again if he had an inkling of what might coming his way.

He's certainly enjoying watching him touch himself like that, especially with his turning away when he noticed. It's cute, in a weird sort of embarrassed way. Not that he'd say that aloud, not right now.]

Didn't expect to be fucked when I came over.

[Is what he manages to get out in response as he'd gone right back to the kisses. A quick fuck is always the intention with him, no strings attached, but he's yet to be able to pull that off here. It's almost as if that's not how any of this goes. But he's not going to really ponder on it as he lightly digs blunt nails into his back, nothing to really hurt, but enough to feel something, he hopes.

He startles a bit as he's picked up and carried, not breaking the kiss during it, but certainly clinging tighter to make sure he doesn't manage to worm his way out of his grip. It's not often that he runs into someone that can pick him up, especially someone that can pick him up so easily.

Once on the bed, however, he's stretching and wiggling out of the last bit of his clothing to toss off to the side for now. No sense in potentially getting his shirts wrecked, after all and he has time while Dimitri is rummaging around.]

You got it, boss. I doubt it'll get too much, though. [He's dealt with something similar enough that with lube, he's certain he'll be fine. There's no stress in this situation and he can absolutely relax into it, which is better than he can say the last time he deal with a similar dick.

Also just ignore the pop as he gets a rather nice arch in his back, it was probably needed.]

[dimitea]

I didn't think I'd be fucking either but...here we are

[While his words sound anything but enthusiastic, he is actually looking forward to this a little bit. His azure gleam didn't miss out on the way Hol's muscles moved and contracted as he took his clothing off. The man was really attractive and only a little smaller than Dedue it seemed. That thought alone had him very excited. Hol wasn't small either where it mattered but that could be for another time. Right now Hol was set on taking his own dick, as nervous as he was about that.

The bottle of lube was tossed on the bed, landing next to Hol's bare thigh. Those thighs were teasing Dimitri and he really wanted to bite and mark them up. climbing onto the bed he straddled Hol, a hand running up and down his thigh as he took a closer look at him.]

Please don't call me boss....just Dimitri is fine.[His own cock is erect as he keeps touching Hol's thigh. He removes one hand to touch himself, slow long strokes as his eyes eat up Hol's form.]

[big_iron]

[Wouldn't be the first time he hasn't heard enthusiasm from someone, either. He knows what this is about, or, well thinks he knows what this is about. He's been wrong plenty of times in the past and he's certain he'll keep being wrong in the future. A pleasant surprise, perhaps.

He spares a glance at the bottle for a second before his attention focuses back on Dimitri, a lazy and far too cat-caught-the-canary esque grin playing on his lips. His thighs are probably one of the only places he doesn't currently have any scars or marks on. The skin far, far softer than any of the rest of his body.]

Didn't mean it like that, but gotcha. [Boss could mean a number of things to him, but he supposed it didn't really mean the same where Dimitri's from. Not that that fact surprises him by any stretch of the imagination.]

Take your time~ [It's not like he has anywhere he needs to be, hell, even if it's just his thigh being touched right now, he can still get a nice view of him jerking himself off. His own hands are finding purchase on the sheets beneath him for now, knowing he'll probably need them later. That and he's quite curious to what Dimitri will do if he refuses to touch anything for now.

It might annoy him later, but he's certainly pissed himself off worse in the past.]

Guess you like what you see if you're doing all that, I'll take that as a win. [Shut up, Hol.]

[dimitea]

[Oh, letting Hol speak is for sure going to be a problem. He's attractive, very, but the comments aren't needed and Dimitri does stop touching himself and sits back on his knees. He gives Hol a bit of a raised brown and crosses his arms as he looks at him.]

Do I need to get your mouth busy again? [Hol looks pretty comfortable and while Dimitri wouldn't mind moving him he's gonna let this slide]

You do look rather pretty laying there, perhaps another time. [Is that an invitation to more than this already? Maybe. Who know, not Dimitri.

He does grab the bottle of lube and spurts a decently big dollop onto his hand and coats his fingers before leaning closer and practically straddling Hol. His lubed up fingers press against his entrance, not pushing in but just teasing. His other hand is slicked up and he wraps it around Hol's cock, giving him a few slow strokes.] I wonder how pretty you can get for me. Shall we test this?

[big_iron]

[Generally letting him speak at all is a problem, good thing he's figuring this out now. But man does he hate when he stops and sits back again, that grin fading into a frown. He fucked up again somehow, didn't he?

He glances away for the moment, brow furrowed at the question.] Seems to be the consensus. [On him talking too much, that is. Luckily he doesn't get to sulk for too long as he's moving again and he's already arching his back to try and press further into those teasing fingers or into his hand. Which part it is is anyone's guess, but he knows full well that his cock is already about as hard as it can get.]

Wouldn't mind at all~ [He manages in a far breathier tone that before, really glad he grabbed those sheets when he could. Dimitri can... probably already see why he has no doubts on being able to deal with his cock, given he's already trying to force himself onto those fingers. An impatient man always and forever.]

[dimitea]

[Oh those breathy words are exactly the reaction that Dimitri wanted to hear. He grins a little as he leans down to kiss at Hol's exposed chest. His mouth lingers on an exposed nipple, tongue flicking at the bud before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

Is he going to let Hol speed anything up? Not at all. Despite the man trying to push down onto his fingers he doesn't offer any other pressure than what he was already doing. His hand around Hol's cock does tighten his grip a fraction, not aiming to hurt but to get him to realize he's trapped here now and it's going to be a bit of a long haul.]

You sound lovely, Hol.[He looks up at him from his spot sucking marks onto Hol's chest, eyes fluttering a little in enjoyment and a touch of dramatic flare. Oh yes Dimitri is teasing him a little extra. He knows his own pretty long blond lashes gives him an extra lovely look when he's marking another.]

[big_iron]

[Oh, that's entirely unfair. If he can't push onto his fingers then perhaps just trying to push his chest against him will suffice for now. A shudder runs along his spine before he's finally letting go of the sheets to instead try and tangle in Dimitri's hair. He's not trying to pull or anything of that nature, but he wants to touch something if he's going to be stuck like this for some time.

A low whine catches in the back of his throat, breath already coming a little faster than he'd meant for it to. He knows he's going nowhere by this point, even without the extra pressure on his dick. But it's a great way to get him to stop his attempts of getting him to do more.

He's at his mercy and he'll try and roll with it for as long as he can, knowing full well that his skin holds marks quite well despite the years of scars. If Dimitri's paying enough attention, he's probably noticed some new ones by this point, specifically the two puncture-looking ones nearest his neck and the long and seemingly deep ones from the top of his outer thighs to his waist. It's probably fine, don't question it.]

Shit... Ain't... ain't fair lookin' that pretty. [The words are hard to get out, but at least he means what he says?]