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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]

[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.]