[It's a test of patience and wills, the long stretch of time from previous meeting to message. Perhaps Kleken has dismissed the thought entirely in preference for just going on his way, maybe even assuming Luke may actually not send one at all.
But it really is inevitable. Whether something got scrambled in the mercenary's brain or their strange compatibility or just the incessant nag of curiosity, he knows months before he gives in that he will. So, Kleken will get a private request—from an anonymous sender, but that's got nothing to do with Kleken. He'll know who it is without a doubt.]
I request an appointment, somewhere private and quiet. Preferably secluded. Make arrangements for ample time—no less than a week. You're welcome to continue working when we aren't actively meeting.
Do not bring any surprises. You don't need them, and I will leave.
[ He's kept busy enough with the ever active activities of the Istvan Gang that thoughts of his next move on Luke had to, much to his great chagrin, been set aside for a later date. But more so than that, he wants to see if the man would ever come to him, rather than Kleken seeking out the mercenary. Not out of pride, though he had plenty of that, but sheer curiosity if he'd given the other man enough incentive to return to him. Hadn't he given him everything he'd asked for? Perhaps it was the extra he hadn't asked for that might have been problematic. ]
[ All thoughts he mused over late night drinks on his own, but continued to refrain from acting upon. He was patient. He could wait. ]
[ And then the note came. He'd read it over- debated getting it framed and placed in the studio he rented away from the Istvan Gang's headquarters that he took care to match the requirements named in his communication. But Luke would likely have not appreciated the humor in it and so he'd very reluctantly burned the note once he'd committed its content to memory. ]
[ He'd made all his plans meticulously, ensured that the studio had been stocked, soundproofed as well as possible, and furnished in plain yet comfortable and tasteful per his instructions to match Luke's requests, while also ensuring that not a single purchase could be linked back to him. He'd informed the Shadowlord only that he'd be taking up temporary accommodations for a month, and took to traveling a route that was laced in illusions that had him entering a different building far away from the real one each evening beforehand. ]
[ It was only after he'd made sure everything was in place that he had a delivery arranged to send to the mercenary through his group, by courtesy of the Shadowlord in gratitude for the organization's latest assistance. A wine bottle addressed specifically to Luke is nestled amongst the rest of the treats, with a pristine purple bow and a sealed note. ]
Your appointment has been scheduled.
[ Underneath is written an address- not to the apartment, but to one of the Istvan Gang's secured drop-off locations used for discreet document passing with Luke's mercenary gang, a location that they both know only Luke has access to on his end. There is the note, with the location of the studio, a date, and a time in the evening. ]
[ There and then is when Kleken can be found waiting in the studio, two glasses of wine poured while he studies the decor with a pleased look. Perhaps he'll keep this place for longer than a month. ]
[ It still would have looked better with the framed note though. ]
[there isn't long to wait, he suspects. And indeed, among the gifts delivered by the Istvan Gang, a subtle answer comes to light. Well... subtle to anyone who isn't privy to their arrangement. Once he's taken that tiny token of "thanks" and excused himself to let the others enjoy their just rewards, he'll open that sealed note. Long fingers run along the words, the location, working through the inevitable pattern. Not the end result, he thinks, given his familiarity with the address.
Once he's ensured that his presence won't be needed for some time, down to planning out the smallest of gigs in his absence, then he can alight to the drop-off. There he can question his own sanity for arranging this all over again, working through the possibilities should he go through with this in the first place.
In the end, the answer is easier than expected. It's a given in the way his anticipation flickers to life as the studio comes into view, in the strange comfort of simple, flattering clothing. Without his mask, most wouldn't know who they were looking at anyway—so he uses that fact to be all the more discreet.
The studio door opens and closes behind him, and Luke's gaze turns to Kleken in his satisfaction at the decor. Abruptly, the mercenary finds he's not sure what to say. Maybe that's to do with the expression, or maybe it's something else. Whatever the case... well, he clears his throat softly to begin with.]
Thank you for making such a timely arrangement.
[He would absolutely be upset if there was a framed note, yes.]
Oh, think nothing of it. It was certainly worth the effort to hear from you again.
[ A tentacle slides out from his coat to pick up the wine glass, bringing it over to Luke in offering. A perhaps familiar scene, though Kleken adds a note after a moment, turning in his seat to give Luke a more direct look and smile. ]
No drugs this time. Just wine, though if you'd rather refrain, I would understand.
[probably to no surprise, Luke shakes his head as he takes the wine glass, claws faintly tapping the side.]
I've no reason to hesitate, this time. I may put little trust in your words, but you're not so foolish as to risk what you really want.
[It had been one thing to rely on luck when Luke hadn't already agreed to be here, but to do so when he had no uncertain terms that it would be an end point... well, no matter what kind of conman he is, Kleken isn't stupid enough to underestimate hits seriousness. Comparatively, a drink ought to help him relax enough to feel less lost for where to start.]
... [right, less lost. Another slow sip.] I... would prefer if you held back with them until I'm a little more relaxed, this time.
[He'd managed to get used to the tentacles the last time, true, but especially without drugs coursing through his veins and twisting his senses, that... might be a little too much all at once. Besides, there's a sneaking suspicion Kleken might enjoy getting to be a bit more handsy to begin with.]
Oh, I'm quite foolish, but I'll try to restrain myself for this.
[ That Luke is the one who asked for this meeting is his strongest leash against Kleken, the conman having discarded his usual bag of tricks for now. They're at hand, of course and should he need them, but the larger appeal now is having Luke ask for more and more of what he wants. To help the man gently sink into the debauchery Kleken has to offer him. ]
[ At the first request, Kleken simply smiles in response, making a small motion with his hands toward the offending appendages. Or offended, given the way they rear up at Luke before slithering off into Kleken's shadows. ]
Entirely? Or only a few to start? I'd like to make sure, so you aren't uncomfortable.
[ As if he hadn't been entirely okay with Luke's discomfort during all their previous encounters. ]
[He pays the offended appendages no particular mind, honestly—even assuming they're at least somewhat separate from Kleken in the first place, they'll get to have what they want eventually.]
And if they aren't inside, I don't think it will be a problem. I just want to be relaxed enough that it isn't so... difficult when they do go there the first time.
[It says a lot that he doesn't call Kleken on that comfort with his discomfort, really. It's implied there in the admission has it was difficult, just subdued the way any man who doesn't like being too vulnerable might. The fact is there fairly clearly, though: he's not that much of a masochist.]
[ Whether he will actually show restraint or not is an uncertainty to Luke, even with the earlier reassurance, but Kleken does have full intention of giving the other man just what he wants and how he wants it. If he should find himself begging for more from Kleken's work, well then that would be all the better. ]
[ Luke's further clarification though, that gets him smiling a bit wider as he translates. ]
I'm not sure that I would classify it as foreplay... but yes, I suppose it's close enough.
[If Kleken wants to classify it that way, he can't claim to have an issue with it really. He just knows how difficult it was to relax the first time and would rather not repeat it, thank you!!
The alcohol itself is a pleasant distraction from his nerves too, warming pale skin and easing the seemingly endless tension in the mercenary. Its taste is good, for that matter, rich and heady.]
I'm anything but skilled at starting such matters, so I will leave that timing in your hands.
[not much of a romantic, he doesn't often feel the pull to explore his partners' bodies to begin with; it makes this experience all the more unique, since that itch is already there at his fingertips. Then again, this also isn't just... a convenience for his mercenary work.
There's a first time for everything, it seems. Even so, he's still his normal, painfully concise and efficient self.]
[ Is Luke skilled in any matters related to sex outside of their encounters? That would be a surprise to Kleken, and for a moment his mind flashes through the potentials he's aware of that the man could have engaged with. The... very few potentials, honestly, given he knows little of Luke's preferences in a sexual partner. ]
[ Pushing aside those thoughts, Kleken smiles over his wine glass, red eyes fixed on Luke as he considers the other man for a moment longer before responding. Already, a light glimmer of mischief lives in his gaze. ]
Would you like to continue with drinks then, or perhaps start kissing first?
[skilled may not be the word for it, though he's perhaps more experienced than Kleken might have expected. As a mercenary whose first and only concern is protecting and bettering the lives of his men, sex is a... convenient currency. Which does mean that his preferences are far less of a concern than not, of course.
True as it could ever be, Kleken operates in a way he can't predict and expect—not because it's a particularly odd way to tease, but because he isn't expecting it. Unusual that he wouldn't, given Luke's usual attention to detail... but then, he did just tell the man he was leaving matters in his hands. Why expect a question after that?
All that really shows in him is the slightest furrow of brows, the way he sips his drink to give a moment's respite to figure out his answer.]
... I believe I was clear when I said I would leave that decision to you. [does he suspect one or the other? Perhaps. Maybe he even hopes for one—it's hard to say.] I will adapt just fine, I'm sure.
[given how affectionate he became last time once the reality faded under the pleasure of everything, that's surely true.]
[ He would be better off teasing a rock, perhaps, in seeking some sort of flustered reaction from the man in front of him. But that's not about to stop the conman from trying to elicit more reactions out of the man. He just needed to figure out where the other's boundaries were and stomp all over them- ]
Do remember you suggested that then.
[ That's all the warning Luke will get as Kleken gets up and advances on Luke, placing a hand against his chest and guiding him back onto the couch. In the same motion, he leans in and up, catching the other's mouth in a lazy and explorative kiss to start. ]
[ He starts easy and slow, as requested and probably as Luke doesn't expect him to. ]
[one could never be overexaggerating when speaking of how stoic Luke can be. Some of it is affected, others simply lost to his overly professional brain.]
I doubt I'll forget.
[He's also the one who asked for this meeting, after all. There's a thread of agitation as Kleken advances, even if he gives no resistance in stepping back until the couch meets the back of his knees. Instinct, surely.
Instinct that melts as their mouths meet, warm and buzzing sensation flickering through every nerve. Unsurprisingly, Luke is still a bit clumsy with this act—but he's more curious and enthusiastic than the last time.
It's much better, he thinks, without the hazy dizziness of the aphrodisiac. Like this, he can taste the alcohol between them, the soft and sharp tang of skin and lips as they explore. Like this, first, until he lets himself sink back onto the cushion and pulls the conman with him.
Maybe it wasn't what he expected, but he's plainly pleased with the development—and rewarding Kleken, in some way.]
[ Clearly this is why the man needs to be kissed until all logic and professionalism gets knocked out of that stuffy mind of his. ]
[ Somehow, some way, surprisingly and perhaps infuriatingly, Kleken is a thorough instructor when it comes to kissing. It's one of his favorite activities, after all, so he's incredibly attentive to teaching his partner when he can tell they're inexperienced. And he most certainly could tell here. ]
[ He slides himself into Luke's lap, curls his arms comfortably over the other man's shoulders and settles atop warm, firm thighs as he tilts his head, taking his time in kissing and tasting the mercenary and guiding him in using lips and tongue to meet Kleken's and tangle together. His fingers toy with the soft hairs against the back of Luke's neck as they kiss, cozy and light and far more intimate than any of their previous encounters. ]
[if Kleken manages that, he may truly end up with a stay-at-home problem. but at least in this case, it's part of what was requested too. maybe that's part of what makes it slightly less infuriating, at least.
the kiss is warm and comfortable, and Luke would have to be blind to miss the conman's earnest enjoyment of it. strange... he'd never considered the man to like things like this, things that could just as easily be a means to an end. instead, he finds himself led along expertly, matching tongue and lips and pressing upward into the kiss with a hunger that surprises him.
maybe it shouldn't surprise him, though. not when warmth settles over his shoulders and thighs, fingers curling against his shirt. he's not willing to get his claws tangled in them too much, at least not yet.]
... haah... that is...
[that touch makes his skin prickle, hairs shuffling under pale fingers. it's about now that his gaze returns to the man, that rare, intimate pleasure in hazy eyes.
really now. Kleken is already in for his fair share of rewards, isn't he? because Luke isn't pulling away, and in fact seems content to sink into the attention, meeting it in tandem. foreplay he asked for, and foreplay he's gotten. too bad he far underestimated how much he would like it, how much it would strip any concern over the conman's nature away. this should be unpleasant, should fill him with dread or disgust or concern. he knows that.
instead, he aches. the rare rush of arousal is dizzying, thighs twitching to press together slightly as slick wetness gathers between them and his cock throbs in its too-tight prison. he very nearly reaches to pull them open just for a little relief. everything is too hot, too sensitive, too dizzying.]
Guide me. Touch me. Hurry.
[a request, an order. whatever it is, it precursors the shift of his hands, thumbs hooking at the hem of a shirt and splaying over the curve of a hip. he'd never considered whether he could fall to the depths Kleken always warned about, and here is is, sure that he can and probably will.
how long will he be able to claim the reasoning is just curiosity over the process of being filled with those strange eggs?]
[ At least that's the reprimand he would give if he had the mind for it, or any inclination toward reprimands. But indulgent kissing really is the best sort of distraction for Kleken. Slow, with a growing heat that warms his body in more ways than one. And he's quite confident that he's not the only one who enjoys being wound up with making out. He can feel the evidence of it underneath him, and he gives a slow roll of his hips down on Luke's, just to confirm. And maybe entice the man a little more. ]
[ Which apparently he doesn't need to. Luke breaks off the guess to beg- well, ask, if one wanted to be specific about it, but it might as well be begging in Kleken's ears. He smiles down at the words, taking to pointedly rolling his hips against that hardened length underneath him as he visually considers his next step. ]
Clothes off next. Remove mine. Slowly.
[ After giving those directions, he immediately leans in to start nibbling on Luke's ear lazily, waiting to see what, and how, he'd do next. ]
Hips roll into his, prompting the soft hitch of breath and warm dizziness of rising interest fogging his senses. It doesn't help that he can absolutely feel the way they're both reacting in the secondary movement.]
Slowly—
[Oh. Everything stops for a second as Kleken nibbles on an ear, the sudden sensation just enough to completely take his brain offline for a moment. No one really touches them normally, so he finds himself extremely sensitive, especially at pointed tips.
As to what and how... well, once he's regained a little control of his own muscles, they can find the hem of his shirt and start to work it free. Perhaps he's lucky for Kleken's propensity for buttons, but whatever the case, he'll figure it out.
It's almost cute, how clumsy he is when he's actually horny.]
[ Who knows how undelicate a man might be when he's in the middle of being seduced. And Kleken would like to think he's doing a fair enough job of it that Luke's close to losing himself. With just a few more grinds of his hips down on that growing hardness he might be able to tip the scales, but he finds that he doesn't quite need to. Not when Luke practically locks up at the touch of his lips to his ears. ]
[ Luke can probably feel the smile Kleken makes against his ear once he processes that reaction. If not, he will most certainly be feeling the renewed attention the conman in his lap starts to give his ear with drags of his lip, tongue, and teeth over every curve and line of the man's ear. He does shift, does his best to try and make it easier for Luke to work off his clothes without too much interference, but he's now laid claim to this ear and he was going to abuse it for all he could- ]
Yes, just like that.
[ His voice is low and heated, the words soft in encouragement between one lick and the next. ]
[The electric shiver of sensation keeps stopping him altogether, buzzing in his senses and drawing little trembles and jolts as Kleken continues to abuse his ear and its sensitivity. Had he ever felt so weak before? He's truly not sure.
One piece at a time, Luke somehow manages to work the conman's clothes open, breath coming in shuddering gasps with every attempt at focus. Warm fingers finally find pale skin and brush over it, face pressing into his shoulder.]
Stop... mmngh... teasing there... I'm too wet already...
[At least his pants aren't completely soaked yet, but there's a wet patch despite their thick fabric, and another at the strained bulge of his cockhead besides.]
[ Once the last layer of his own clothing has been peeled away, he finally grants Luke's ear reprieve from his attentions. The rest of Luke isn't granted the same kindness though, as Kleken leans back, shifting himself back in his lap just enough to place his hand directly over that wet patch of fabric and grope at the man through the taunt fabric. ]
This is all part of the foreplay, hungry sailor.
[ The nickname flows easily enough, unexplained as Kleken's other hand moves up to begin working open the front of the other's pants open, but not off. Not yet. But open enough that he can slide his hand in and feel over that cock of his, his fingertips brushing teasingly against the edges of his cunt as he palms over the hardness. ]
A little teasing now makes everything that much better later.
[ Or in Kleken's case, a lot of teasing now and later. ]
Doesn't it feel so much better now, to finally have my hand on you?
[silly argument aside, it doesn't seem like he minds though. Thighs twitch and flex as one hand gropes at him through his pants, impatient building with every jolt, every touch. He doesn't even object to being called a hungry sailor, in this moment.
And again, Kleken moves before he really complains, pants tugged open just enough to fit a hand into them.]
A little?
[slender fingers tease over his cock and down to his cunt besides, soft and wet and needy even at the edges.]
Nnh... yes, but that doesn't... have that much to do with my ear...
[does he actually believe that? Whatever the case, his body is getting just greedy enough to rock into that hand, hips flexing to encourage more touching at his cunt lips.]
You must want—to be inside already...
[He doesn't say it, but the reality may as well be on his tongue. he wants something inside already. Several, probably.]
Hmm? Would you consider yourself relaxed enough then?
[ He's teasing, reminding the other man of the unsubtle demand he'd made at the start of their little encounter with a seriousness that was undoubtedly frustrating at this point. His hand slides down that rigid cock once more, the tips of his fingers sliding into his hungry cunt, the slickness there making the slide into him easy. ]
You still feel... quite tense here.
[ His fingertips curl inside of the man, running along damp inner walls in slow strokes as he lightly feeds into the hunger building inside Luke's body. Not nearly enough to feed nor satisfy, but a taste, to grow that hunger in him. ]
Oh perhaps but... I wonder which of me you'd like in here? I wonder if you want it enough to take it yourself, if offered.
[fingertips slip into his cunt and Luke groans at the sensation, hips rising to meet them as they curl. The fact that they feel so damn good is criminal, especially given who they belong to.]
I'm—nngh... [a hand reaches to curl around Kleken's forearm, eyes falling closed.] fine... they can start touching.
[He's aware it's too vague an agreement, but maybe he doesn't care. Doubly when the conman speaks again, insinuating, daring him to just fall into the abyss and let him have his way.]
You know—exactly what I want there. [He refuses to say it aloud just yet, even though he chases every touch and shift as though they've been partners for ages.] Don't—push your luck, Kleken. I'm still dressed... and hardly in a position to move.
[given the couch beneath him and Kleken above him, a sound enough argument.]
[ Apparently Luke's been upgraded from hungry to starving in the last few seconds. ]
Don't you know by now that situations can change in the blink of an eye?
[ In this particular instance, it's the slip of his hand further down and his fingers pushing into that begging cunt of his. Except his two fingers suddenly feel like three, likely because a tentacle has slipped itself down his wrist to join those fingers in their deeper push in. Where his fingers stop to curl again, that tentacle presses in deeper, skating along the man's inner walls to find that second entrance inside of him and tease over it the same way Kleken's fingers had been teasing over his cunt. Shallow swipes and all. ]
[two fingers press deeper and he groans, body bowing forward as a third appendage worms its way in around them. He can feel the way it squelches along his slick insides, following the curl and brush of fingertips over his walls. The sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, but markedly less tense and tight than the last time.]
You... it can't go in there yet. [but he wants it in there—] Not too deeply. Open me gently.
[isn't that more honest, Luke? And so demanding, for that matter. Soaked underthings cling to his skin, hips rising up off the couch to meet his teasing. Moreover, he seems to have fully and completely accepted that all of this is what he really asked for, in stark contrast to the last time.]
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Kleken + Luke: An Inevitable Message
But it really is inevitable. Whether something got scrambled in the mercenary's brain or their strange compatibility or just the incessant nag of curiosity, he knows months before he gives in that he will. So, Kleken will get a private request—from an anonymous sender, but that's got nothing to do with Kleken. He'll know who it is without a doubt.]
I request an appointment, somewhere private and quiet. Preferably secluded. Make arrangements for ample time—no less than a week. You're welcome to continue working when we aren't actively meeting.
Do not bring any surprises. You don't need them, and I will leave.
jfc sorry for the novel of a tag-
[ All thoughts he mused over late night drinks on his own, but continued to refrain from acting upon. He was patient. He could wait. ]
[ And then the note came. He'd read it over- debated getting it framed and placed in the studio he rented away from the Istvan Gang's headquarters that he took care to match the requirements named in his communication. But Luke would likely have not appreciated the humor in it and so he'd very reluctantly burned the note once he'd committed its content to memory. ]
[ He'd made all his plans meticulously, ensured that the studio had been stocked, soundproofed as well as possible, and furnished in plain yet comfortable and tasteful per his instructions to match Luke's requests, while also ensuring that not a single purchase could be linked back to him. He'd informed the Shadowlord only that he'd be taking up temporary accommodations for a month, and took to traveling a route that was laced in illusions that had him entering a different building far away from the real one each evening beforehand. ]
[ It was only after he'd made sure everything was in place that he had a delivery arranged to send to the mercenary through his group, by courtesy of the Shadowlord in gratitude for the organization's latest assistance. A wine bottle addressed specifically to Luke is nestled amongst the rest of the treats, with a pristine purple bow and a sealed note. ]
Your appointment has been scheduled.
[ Underneath is written an address- not to the apartment, but to one of the Istvan Gang's secured drop-off locations used for discreet document passing with Luke's mercenary gang, a location that they both know only Luke has access to on his end. There is the note, with the location of the studio, a date, and a time in the evening. ]
[ There and then is when Kleken can be found waiting in the studio, two glasses of wine poured while he studies the decor with a pleased look. Perhaps he'll keep this place for longer than a month. ]
[ It still would have looked better with the framed note though. ]
Pls never apologise I love them—
Once he's ensured that his presence won't be needed for some time, down to planning out the smallest of gigs in his absence, then he can alight to the drop-off. There he can question his own sanity for arranging this all over again, working through the possibilities should he go through with this in the first place.
In the end, the answer is easier than expected. It's a given in the way his anticipation flickers to life as the studio comes into view, in the strange comfort of simple, flattering clothing. Without his mask, most wouldn't know who they were looking at anyway—so he uses that fact to be all the more discreet.
The studio door opens and closes behind him, and Luke's gaze turns to Kleken in his satisfaction at the decor. Abruptly, the mercenary finds he's not sure what to say. Maybe that's to do with the expression, or maybe it's something else. Whatever the case... well, he clears his throat softly to begin with.]
Thank you for making such a timely arrangement.
[He would absolutely be upset if there was a framed note, yes.]
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[ A tentacle slides out from his coat to pick up the wine glass, bringing it over to Luke in offering. A perhaps familiar scene, though Kleken adds a note after a moment, turning in his seat to give Luke a more direct look and smile. ]
No drugs this time. Just wine, though if you'd rather refrain, I would understand.
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I've no reason to hesitate, this time. I may put little trust in your words, but you're not so foolish as to risk what you really want.
[It had been one thing to rely on luck when Luke hadn't already agreed to be here, but to do so when he had no uncertain terms that it would be an end point... well, no matter what kind of conman he is, Kleken isn't stupid enough to underestimate hits seriousness. Comparatively, a drink ought to help him relax enough to feel less lost for where to start.]
... [right, less lost. Another slow sip.] I... would prefer if you held back with them until I'm a little more relaxed, this time.
[He'd managed to get used to the tentacles the last time, true, but especially without drugs coursing through his veins and twisting his senses, that... might be a little too much all at once. Besides, there's a sneaking suspicion Kleken might enjoy getting to be a bit more handsy to begin with.]
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[ That Luke is the one who asked for this meeting is his strongest leash against Kleken, the conman having discarded his usual bag of tricks for now. They're at hand, of course and should he need them, but the larger appeal now is having Luke ask for more and more of what he wants. To help the man gently sink into the debauchery Kleken has to offer him. ]
[ At the first request, Kleken simply smiles in response, making a small motion with his hands toward the offending appendages. Or offended, given the way they rear up at Luke before slithering off into Kleken's shadows. ]
Entirely? Or only a few to start? I'd like to make sure, so you aren't uncomfortable.
[ As if he hadn't been entirely okay with Luke's discomfort during all their previous encounters. ]
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[He pays the offended appendages no particular mind, honestly—even assuming they're at least somewhat separate from Kleken in the first place, they'll get to have what they want eventually.]
And if they aren't inside, I don't think it will be a problem. I just want to be relaxed enough that it isn't so... difficult when they do go there the first time.
[It says a lot that he doesn't call Kleken on that comfort with his discomfort, really. It's implied there in the admission has it was difficult, just subdued the way any man who doesn't like being too vulnerable might. The fact is there fairly clearly, though: he's not that much of a masochist.]
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[ Whether he will actually show restraint or not is an uncertainty to Luke, even with the earlier reassurance, but Kleken does have full intention of giving the other man just what he wants and how he wants it. If he should find himself begging for more from Kleken's work, well then that would be all the better. ]
[ Luke's further clarification though, that gets him smiling a bit wider as he translates. ]
You would prefer ample amounts of foreplay.
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[If Kleken wants to classify it that way, he can't claim to have an issue with it really. He just knows how difficult it was to relax the first time and would rather not repeat it, thank you!!
The alcohol itself is a pleasant distraction from his nerves too, warming pale skin and easing the seemingly endless tension in the mercenary. Its taste is good, for that matter, rich and heady.]
I'm anything but skilled at starting such matters, so I will leave that timing in your hands.
[not much of a romantic, he doesn't often feel the pull to explore his partners' bodies to begin with; it makes this experience all the more unique, since that itch is already there at his fingertips. Then again, this also isn't just... a convenience for his mercenary work.
There's a first time for everything, it seems. Even so, he's still his normal, painfully concise and efficient self.]
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[ Pushing aside those thoughts, Kleken smiles over his wine glass, red eyes fixed on Luke as he considers the other man for a moment longer before responding. Already, a light glimmer of mischief lives in his gaze. ]
Would you like to continue with drinks then, or perhaps start kissing first?
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True as it could ever be, Kleken operates in a way he can't predict and expect—not because it's a particularly odd way to tease, but because he isn't expecting it. Unusual that he wouldn't, given Luke's usual attention to detail... but then, he did just tell the man he was leaving matters in his hands. Why expect a question after that?
All that really shows in him is the slightest furrow of brows, the way he sips his drink to give a moment's respite to figure out his answer.]
... I believe I was clear when I said I would leave that decision to you. [does he suspect one or the other? Perhaps. Maybe he even hopes for one—it's hard to say.] I will adapt just fine, I'm sure.
[given how affectionate he became last time once the reality faded under the pleasure of everything, that's surely true.]
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Do remember you suggested that then.
[ That's all the warning Luke will get as Kleken gets up and advances on Luke, placing a hand against his chest and guiding him back onto the couch. In the same motion, he leans in and up, catching the other's mouth in a lazy and explorative kiss to start. ]
[ He starts easy and slow, as requested and probably as Luke doesn't expect him to. ]
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I doubt I'll forget.
[He's also the one who asked for this meeting, after all. There's a thread of agitation as Kleken advances, even if he gives no resistance in stepping back until the couch meets the back of his knees. Instinct, surely.
Instinct that melts as their mouths meet, warm and buzzing sensation flickering through every nerve. Unsurprisingly, Luke is still a bit clumsy with this act—but he's more curious and enthusiastic than the last time.
It's much better, he thinks, without the hazy dizziness of the aphrodisiac. Like this, he can taste the alcohol between them, the soft and sharp tang of skin and lips as they explore. Like this, first, until he lets himself sink back onto the cushion and pulls the conman with him.
Maybe it wasn't what he expected, but he's plainly pleased with the development—and rewarding Kleken, in some way.]
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[ Somehow, some way, surprisingly and perhaps infuriatingly, Kleken is a thorough instructor when it comes to kissing. It's one of his favorite activities, after all, so he's incredibly attentive to teaching his partner when he can tell they're inexperienced. And he most certainly could tell here. ]
[ He slides himself into Luke's lap, curls his arms comfortably over the other man's shoulders and settles atop warm, firm thighs as he tilts his head, taking his time in kissing and tasting the mercenary and guiding him in using lips and tongue to meet Kleken's and tangle together. His fingers toy with the soft hairs against the back of Luke's neck as they kiss, cozy and light and far more intimate than any of their previous encounters. ]
[ Doesn't he deserve a nice reward for it? ]
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the kiss is warm and comfortable, and Luke would have to be blind to miss the conman's earnest enjoyment of it. strange... he'd never considered the man to like things like this, things that could just as easily be a means to an end. instead, he finds himself led along expertly, matching tongue and lips and pressing upward into the kiss with a hunger that surprises him.
maybe it shouldn't surprise him, though. not when warmth settles over his shoulders and thighs, fingers curling against his shirt. he's not willing to get his claws tangled in them too much, at least not yet.]
... haah... that is...
[that touch makes his skin prickle, hairs shuffling under pale fingers. it's about now that his gaze returns to the man, that rare, intimate pleasure in hazy eyes.
really now. Kleken is already in for his fair share of rewards, isn't he? because Luke isn't pulling away, and in fact seems content to sink into the attention, meeting it in tandem. foreplay he asked for, and foreplay he's gotten. too bad he far underestimated how much he would like it, how much it would strip any concern over the conman's nature away. this should be unpleasant, should fill him with dread or disgust or concern. he knows that.
instead, he aches. the rare rush of arousal is dizzying, thighs twitching to press together slightly as slick wetness gathers between them and his cock throbs in its too-tight prison. he very nearly reaches to pull them open just for a little relief. everything is too hot, too sensitive, too dizzying.]
Guide me. Touch me. Hurry.
[a request, an order. whatever it is, it precursors the shift of his hands, thumbs hooking at the hem of a shirt and splaying over the curve of a hip. he'd never considered whether he could fall to the depths Kleken always warned about, and here is is, sure that he can and probably will.
how long will he be able to claim the reasoning is just curiosity over the process of being filled with those strange eggs?]
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[ At least that's the reprimand he would give if he had the mind for it, or any inclination toward reprimands. But indulgent kissing really is the best sort of distraction for Kleken. Slow, with a growing heat that warms his body in more ways than one. And he's quite confident that he's not the only one who enjoys being wound up with making out. He can feel the evidence of it underneath him, and he gives a slow roll of his hips down on Luke's, just to confirm. And maybe entice the man a little more. ]
[ Which apparently he doesn't need to. Luke breaks off the guess to beg- well, ask, if one wanted to be specific about it, but it might as well be begging in Kleken's ears. He smiles down at the words, taking to pointedly rolling his hips against that hardened length underneath him as he visually considers his next step. ]
Clothes off next. Remove mine. Slowly.
[ After giving those directions, he immediately leans in to start nibbling on Luke's ear lazily, waiting to see what, and how, he'd do next. ]
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Hips roll into his, prompting the soft hitch of breath and warm dizziness of rising interest fogging his senses. It doesn't help that he can absolutely feel the way they're both reacting in the secondary movement.]
Slowly—
[Oh. Everything stops for a second as Kleken nibbles on an ear, the sudden sensation just enough to completely take his brain offline for a moment. No one really touches them normally, so he finds himself extremely sensitive, especially at pointed tips.
As to what and how... well, once he's regained a little control of his own muscles, they can find the hem of his shirt and start to work it free. Perhaps he's lucky for Kleken's propensity for buttons, but whatever the case, he'll figure it out.
It's almost cute, how clumsy he is when he's actually horny.]
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[ Luke can probably feel the smile Kleken makes against his ear once he processes that reaction. If not, he will most certainly be feeling the renewed attention the conman in his lap starts to give his ear with drags of his lip, tongue, and teeth over every curve and line of the man's ear. He does shift, does his best to try and make it easier for Luke to work off his clothes without too much interference, but he's now laid claim to this ear and he was going to abuse it for all he could- ]
Yes, just like that.
[ His voice is low and heated, the words soft in encouragement between one lick and the next. ]
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[The electric shiver of sensation keeps stopping him altogether, buzzing in his senses and drawing little trembles and jolts as Kleken continues to abuse his ear and its sensitivity. Had he ever felt so weak before? He's truly not sure.
One piece at a time, Luke somehow manages to work the conman's clothes open, breath coming in shuddering gasps with every attempt at focus. Warm fingers finally find pale skin and brush over it, face pressing into his shoulder.]
Stop... mmngh... teasing there... I'm too wet already...
[At least his pants aren't completely soaked yet, but there's a wet patch despite their thick fabric, and another at the strained bulge of his cockhead besides.]
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This is all part of the foreplay, hungry sailor.
[ The nickname flows easily enough, unexplained as Kleken's other hand moves up to begin working open the front of the other's pants open, but not off. Not yet. But open enough that he can slide his hand in and feel over that cock of his, his fingertips brushing teasingly against the edges of his cunt as he palms over the hardness. ]
A little teasing now makes everything that much better later.
[ Or in Kleken's case, a lot of teasing now and later. ]
Doesn't it feel so much better now, to finally have my hand on you?
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[silly argument aside, it doesn't seem like he minds though. Thighs twitch and flex as one hand gropes at him through his pants, impatient building with every jolt, every touch. He doesn't even object to being called a hungry sailor, in this moment.
And again, Kleken moves before he really complains, pants tugged open just enough to fit a hand into them.]
A little?
[slender fingers tease over his cock and down to his cunt besides, soft and wet and needy even at the edges.]
Nnh... yes, but that doesn't... have that much to do with my ear...
[does he actually believe that? Whatever the case, his body is getting just greedy enough to rock into that hand, hips flexing to encourage more touching at his cunt lips.]
You must want—to be inside already...
[He doesn't say it, but the reality may as well be on his tongue. he wants something inside already. Several, probably.]
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[ He's teasing, reminding the other man of the unsubtle demand he'd made at the start of their little encounter with a seriousness that was undoubtedly frustrating at this point. His hand slides down that rigid cock once more, the tips of his fingers sliding into his hungry cunt, the slickness there making the slide into him easy. ]
You still feel... quite tense here.
[ His fingertips curl inside of the man, running along damp inner walls in slow strokes as he lightly feeds into the hunger building inside Luke's body. Not nearly enough to feed nor satisfy, but a taste, to grow that hunger in him. ]
Oh perhaps but... I wonder which of me you'd like in here? I wonder if you want it enough to take it yourself, if offered.
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I'm—nngh... [a hand reaches to curl around Kleken's forearm, eyes falling closed.] fine... they can start touching.
[He's aware it's too vague an agreement, but maybe he doesn't care. Doubly when the conman speaks again, insinuating, daring him to just fall into the abyss and let him have his way.]
You know—exactly what I want there. [He refuses to say it aloud just yet, even though he chases every touch and shift as though they've been partners for ages.] Don't—push your luck, Kleken. I'm still dressed... and hardly in a position to move.
[given the couch beneath him and Kleken above him, a sound enough argument.]
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[ Apparently Luke's been upgraded from hungry to starving in the last few seconds. ]
Don't you know by now that situations can change in the blink of an eye?
[ In this particular instance, it's the slip of his hand further down and his fingers pushing into that begging cunt of his. Except his two fingers suddenly feel like three, likely because a tentacle has slipped itself down his wrist to join those fingers in their deeper push in. Where his fingers stop to curl again, that tentacle presses in deeper, skating along the man's inner walls to find that second entrance inside of him and tease over it the same way Kleken's fingers had been teasing over his cunt. Shallow swipes and all. ]
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[two fingers press deeper and he groans, body bowing forward as a third appendage worms its way in around them. He can feel the way it squelches along his slick insides, following the curl and brush of fingertips over his walls. The sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, but markedly less tense and tight than the last time.]
You... it can't go in there yet. [but he wants it in there—] Not too deeply. Open me gently.
[isn't that more honest, Luke? And so demanding, for that matter. Soaked underthings cling to his skin, hips rising up off the couch to meet his teasing. Moreover, he seems to have fully and completely accepted that all of this is what he really asked for, in stark contrast to the last time.]
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