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[dimitea]

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

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[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?]

[dimitea]

[The push against his lips has him practically glowing. Hol is going to be very fun, Dimitri can tell already. He lets the man whine all he wants, its a pleasing sound to his ears. ] I never said I'd play fair with you, Hol.

[Teasing Hol more, Dimitri does put a bit of pressure against him, letting one single finger press far enough in to fuck him. It's not enough and Dimitri knows that too, a single finger is never going to be enough but he slowly fucks him on that finger anyway, pulling back enough to watch the expressions on Hol's face. He matches his thrusts with the slow rhythm of the strokes to Hol's cock.] How's this? Tell me Hol, don't hold back.

[big_iron]

[Despite his attitude saying otherwise, it's plainly clear that this man is practically putty in his hands if pushed in just the right ways.] Shouldn't... have assumed, huh? [At least he doesn't sound mad about it, which is better than the alternatively.

That one finger isn't going to really do shit for him and it's clear that while he's still tight that one finger isn't really remotely the upper limits to what he can take. Especially combined with the frustrated groan upon realizing that he's going to take his sweet-ass time with this. It's not... bad, since he'll at least make sure he won't have a problem when it comes to the actual dick, but when his mind is already hazy and wanting more, it's easy to wear on his nerves.

Once he's moving is when he has some sort of relief from the teasing, trying to find a way to press into either the finger or his hand if given half the chance.]

Not... not enough. [He gets out in a hiss, all the bite of a posturing rattlesnake in his tone. A warning, but not enough to bite.] Ain't... ain't remotely what I can take.

[dimitea]

I bet you could take two of me if you really tried. Don't worry Hol, I shall make this fun for both of us.

[At the end of his words is when he adds in another finger into him. The pace is still slow, just enough for some sensation but not nearly enough for either of them to ever hope to get off on. He does scissor his fingers every so often, watching the movements of Hol's face and enjoying every expression he makes. It's fascinating to have this relative stranger like this below him, it's a type of control and power he's never really felt like he had over another, not even as king. He doesn't hate it.]

Let me hear that lovely voice of yours again. Moan for me Hol. [It's not a command but the way he teases a third finger is almost as if it was a threat.]

[big_iron]

Don't think I'd go that far... [He's really not sure if he could, though the idea is pretty hot, he will give him that much. He's pretty damn sure if something like that ever happened he'd be unable to move for a few days and sore as shit, but that's what you get when you push yourself too far. It'd be worth it, at least.

The second finger is eagerly welcomed, body wanting anything to try and get some sort of relief from the heat in his stomach. Anything to dull that ache of want he's trying so hard to keep under control. He's a patient man, normally, but when it comes to the more carnal? Any idea of patience is pretty much thrown out the window the second he's riled up.

For the most part, there's always exceptions if he's purposefully trying to tease a partner, but now he's on the other side of it and he's cursing every second of every time he ever teased someone.

Lovely voice? Pft, it's rarely ever called that. But if he wants him to be vocal like that, he guesses he has no reason to try and keep things relatively under control. It's even easier when he's being teased with that third finger and cannot help a mix of the most pitiful whine and moan as his body tries desperately to get him to use it.]

Come on, two ain't doing shit... [He sure can whine if given the chance to.]