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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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[brawlin]

[Vanity has never been a particular concern of Caspar's, but he does crave praise and compliments at pretty much all times. His already-flushed face goes a little bit redder, and he hurries to shift and get his muscular thighs settled on Dimitri's shoulders, leaving him already almost pressed to Dimitri's face.

He threads his fingers back into Dimitri's hair - mostly just to ground himself as his pulse rises, but, inevitably, the grip of his hands in Dimitri's hair, ready to pull and direct whether Caspar has thought of that or not, may carry some suggestion of control.] Okay-- okay. C'mon.

[dimitea]

[He makes sure to hold steady as Caspar shifts and once those bare thighs are on his shoulders and he can feel that weight against him it's almost like he losses himself for a moment. Caspar is pushed against a wall as his mouth finds it's new home between Caspar's thighs.

He can't taste anything but he doesn't matter, his tongue laps at Caspar's core as if he was a starved beast, his hands pressed tightly at Caspar's thighs to keep him in place and possibly even bruising him. ]

[brawlin]

[Caspar pulls in a sharp, shuddering breath, fists clenching tight in Dimitri's hair. He grinds shamelessly against Dimitri's face, apparently unbothered by the force of Dimitri's grip on his thighs - yeah, that'll probably bruise, who cares, completely worth it.]

Mmn-- fuck, Dimitri...

[dimitea]

[The more bruises the better possibly. Dimitri doesn't want this to be a one time thing and he plans to leave many marks on Caspar, the more marks the more real it is. His tongue flits over that clit, teasing Caspar until he shifts to instead fuck him with his tongue. There are deep growls of pleasure leaving him as he desperately tried to get any sort of taste of Caspar on him.]

[brawlin]

[All Caspar can do - all he wants to do - is cling to Dimitri, gasping breaths rising to moans at the way that growling reverberates into him through Dimitri's tongue, at every slide of his clit against Dimitri's lips.

It only takes a few minutes for those moans to peak as Caspar cries out, going tense and spasming around Dimitri's tongue-- and definitely pulling on his hair. Hopefully that's something he's at least kind of into.]

[dimitea]

[It's a sure shame that Dimitri can only barely taste Caspar once his orgasm hits him. He knows it happened, can feel Caspar tense up on him and he makes sure to look up then, momentarily giving him a break with his tongue to watch the way Caspar's face looks in pleasure. It definitely gets Dimitri excited and he goes back in like a man starved to lick up every drop of Caspar's slickness, taste or no taste.

The hair pulling only gets another pleased growl from him as he keeps devouring Caspar, his grip on those thighs growing tighter, almost painfully as he teases more of Caspar's already pleasured clit.]

[brawlin]

[When Dimitri pauses to look up, his gaze meets Caspar's, hazy with the shocks of pleasure that have his skin flushed from his ears down to his chest. And then Dimitri goes back in, and Caspar jerks in his grasp, keening at the fresh stimulation.

He's immediately so tense he's trembling, fingers fisted tight in Dimitri's hair as his body is pulled between wanting to pull away and stay right where he is. He kind of tries to start saying something, maybe just a breathless stammering of Dimitri's name, but whatever it is doesn't get out before he cums again.]

[dimitea]

[Once more the taste is lost on him but the sight of it, the feeling of it is all Dimitri really needs. He laps up all of Caspar's orgasm as if it's the nectar of the gods themselves and this time he is leaving bruise marks on those pretty thighs. His own legs get a little weka not from holding up Caspar but he wants more and just merely eating him out isn't enough for him yet. His own cock is twitching for some stimulation.]

That's it...you're so good Caspar.

[Dimitri manages to pull away for a moment, speaking in that needy deep voice in between licking his folds. He eventually lets Caspar slide down him a little until they are eye to eye and Dimitri' put's his forehead against Caspar's.]

Can you go again? Do you need to rest?

[brawlin]

[Caspar slumps back against the wall, shuddering through the aftershocks. When Dimitri moves him down, resting their foreheads together, Caspar laces his fingers behind Dimitri's head and answers with a shaky nod.]

Yeah... yeah, I'm good to keep going.