[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.]
[ So full of demands. It's tempting to say just those words and tease Luke for them, but Kleken restrains; it's a far more pleasant feeling to hear Luke actually asking for Kleken's fingers in him a certain way than not at all. So instead he gives a heated smile in return, and turns his best efforts toward giving the man exactly what he wants. ]
[ So he can hear him plead for more. ]
Gently.
[ He repeats the words as he settles into a slow and gentle rhythm with his fingers: pushing them in not too deeply, spreading them apart slowly, then dragging them along Luke's inner walls as he slowly withdraws them. Over and over, fingers spreading in different angles, dragging out more and more of that hot slick into the tight confines of his pants and undoubtedly soaking them further. Perhaps even staining the couch underneath them by now. ]
[ The tentacle inside of him curls over the fingers, adding girth to the intrusion, changing up its location so that the drag of suckers against him come at random times and places. And every so often, they stretch in far enough to kiss against his second entrance for one thrust in before pulling away. ]
[ Ah- and he's found his way back to nibbling on Luke's ear in distraction. ]
[Kleken repeats the demand as he settles in to that perfectly adequate rhythm, and he's rewarded with Luke shifting forward to press closer to his shoulder. Fingers spread him open and the tentacle ramps up every sensation a little more, soft groans and gasps muffled into the conman's shoulder whenever suckers twist or fingers drag more of his slick down with them. His pants and underwear are most assuredly soaked through in short order, and his hips jolt markedly when that tentacle thrusts in enough to tease that inner entrance. He's much more relaxed this time, too—maybe that's partly the forced stretching from last time too, but still.]
Kle—ken—
[It's not a complaint this time, even as lips find an ear to nibble. His over walls quiver and twitch with the stimulation, and his hips rise up to meet every inward thrust after only a moment. It's tempting to just stay this way for a while, thoroughly enjoying what is basically worship.]
Ugh... nngh... good... just like that... [without any forethought, his hand shifts down between them to curl around his cock and squeeze, tugging slowly.] almost there...
[It's only a few more teasing thrusts before he's squirming helplessly, the tendril nearly slipping fully past his cervix even just kissing its entrance.]
Good... boy... [He's still wound up from the nibbling, but more than that, it seems Luke has taken his role to heart. His breaths are shaky and heady.] You can... let it inside now. And one in the other hole. I want to feel them.
[ He will never admit, even under torture, that Luke's dazed little 'good boy' sends a most pleasant of thrills down his spine and will undoubtedly haunt Kleken's dirty dreams in the future. Unsurprisingly, he's not one to receive praise often, so the rarity of it is enough that he can't help the pleased shock it sends through his body. It puts him in just the right sort of mood to deliver on his promises, to a certain mercenary's benefit. ]
Oh of course.
[ With his mouth pressed so intimately against Luke's ear, he can most certainly feel the upward curve of Kleken's lips as he obeys the instructions he's given to a fault. ]
[ A thicker tentacle winds its way out from under Kleken's sleeve, pushing itself straight into the man's eager cunt as requested, firm and wide enough to spread Luke's walls open without the help of the conman's fingers. ]
[ The tentacle already inside of him takes its given permission to finally start to push itself into his womb, curling more and more of itself into there to fill the space inside even as it's smashed up against the man's inner walls by the intruding tentacle. ]
[ And a third tentacle slips down, thin and slicked by Luke's own mess, until it presses up against the entrance to Luke's ass and in at the same time as the other tentacles make their moves. ]
[His cunt stretches so easily as that tentacle slides into it, crushing the previous one against his walls so it's impossible not to feel it sliding deeper, curling up inside his womb. To the mercenary's surprise, it doesn't hurt at all this time—he's soaked in a way he wasn't even when drugged, so maybe that's it.
Whatever the case, he sighs warmly as his belly shifts and stretches, heavy and taut. At the same time, a thinner one sinks into his ass and tight muscles twitch and squeeze against it. As it settles in deeper, he thinks he can almost feel it in his guts, rubbing against the one in his womb—and, maybe most impressively, the feeling brings him to an orgasm, wet and messy]
Mmnh... yes. [with a shuddering sigh, he reaches down to pet his swelling belly, lips nuzzling into the conman's shoulder and neck.] They feel so good.
[Luke's hips shift, even, lifting up from the couch and grinding on its intruders, slick and cum making the feeling both tight and so soft. So much gentler than the last time... like they belong there.]
Can you feel them all, too?
[selfishly, he finds he hopes so. Equally selfishly, delicate fingers reach down between them, squeezing his cock and rubbing the ridges where they're most sensitive. If Kleken's is in reach, he'll find himself drawn right into the teasing such that those ridges nudge against the edge of his cockhead and the veins on the underside. Slow, lazy, meant to just add to the plethora of sensations rather than drive them forward.]
Keep going. You can keep opening me wider down there.
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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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[ So he can hear him plead for more. ]
Gently.
[ He repeats the words as he settles into a slow and gentle rhythm with his fingers: pushing them in not too deeply, spreading them apart slowly, then dragging them along Luke's inner walls as he slowly withdraws them. Over and over, fingers spreading in different angles, dragging out more and more of that hot slick into the tight confines of his pants and undoubtedly soaking them further. Perhaps even staining the couch underneath them by now. ]
[ The tentacle inside of him curls over the fingers, adding girth to the intrusion, changing up its location so that the drag of suckers against him come at random times and places. And every so often, they stretch in far enough to kiss against his second entrance for one thrust in before pulling away. ]
[ Ah- and he's found his way back to nibbling on Luke's ear in distraction. ]
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Kle—ken—
[It's not a complaint this time, even as lips find an ear to nibble. His over walls quiver and twitch with the stimulation, and his hips rise up to meet every inward thrust after only a moment. It's tempting to just stay this way for a while, thoroughly enjoying what is basically worship.]
Ugh... nngh... good... just like that... [without any forethought, his hand shifts down between them to curl around his cock and squeeze, tugging slowly.] almost there...
[It's only a few more teasing thrusts before he's squirming helplessly, the tendril nearly slipping fully past his cervix even just kissing its entrance.]
Good... boy... [He's still wound up from the nibbling, but more than that, it seems Luke has taken his role to heart. His breaths are shaky and heady.] You can... let it inside now. And one in the other hole. I want to feel them.
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Oh of course.
[ With his mouth pressed so intimately against Luke's ear, he can most certainly feel the upward curve of Kleken's lips as he obeys the instructions he's given to a fault. ]
[ A thicker tentacle winds its way out from under Kleken's sleeve, pushing itself straight into the man's eager cunt as requested, firm and wide enough to spread Luke's walls open without the help of the conman's fingers. ]
[ The tentacle already inside of him takes its given permission to finally start to push itself into his womb, curling more and more of itself into there to fill the space inside even as it's smashed up against the man's inner walls by the intruding tentacle. ]
[ And a third tentacle slips down, thin and slicked by Luke's own mess, until it presses up against the entrance to Luke's ass and in at the same time as the other tentacles make their moves. ]
[ Every hole, as requested. ]
Do you feel them all?
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[His cunt stretches so easily as that tentacle slides into it, crushing the previous one against his walls so it's impossible not to feel it sliding deeper, curling up inside his womb. To the mercenary's surprise, it doesn't hurt at all this time—he's soaked in a way he wasn't even when drugged, so maybe that's it.
Whatever the case, he sighs warmly as his belly shifts and stretches, heavy and taut. At the same time, a thinner one sinks into his ass and tight muscles twitch and squeeze against it. As it settles in deeper, he thinks he can almost feel it in his guts, rubbing against the one in his womb—and, maybe most impressively, the feeling brings him to an orgasm, wet and messy]
Mmnh... yes. [with a shuddering sigh, he reaches down to pet his swelling belly, lips nuzzling into the conman's shoulder and neck.] They feel so good.
[Luke's hips shift, even, lifting up from the couch and grinding on its intruders, slick and cum making the feeling both tight and so soft. So much gentler than the last time... like they belong there.]
Can you feel them all, too?
[selfishly, he finds he hopes so. Equally selfishly, delicate fingers reach down between them, squeezing his cock and rubbing the ridges where they're most sensitive. If Kleken's is in reach, he'll find himself drawn right into the teasing such that those ridges nudge against the edge of his cockhead and the veins on the underside. Slow, lazy, meant to just add to the plethora of sensations rather than drive them forward.]
Keep going. You can keep opening me wider down there.
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