[Kleken, one of these days he's going to strangle you. Possibly with that rope, because what the fuck, actually???]
... must you. [He's not sure if he's more annoyed by Kleken teasing that rope into view or the demand of a drink. Getting out of here... the more Kleken talks, the less likely it seems.] fine. I'll have a small amount.
[are the chances of drugging too high to be comfortable? Yes, completely. But maybe he can avoid Actually swallowing any to minimise possible dangers.]
[ He would deserve it, honestly. Even he knows that's a very real possibility and it'd be a direct result of his own actions. But that's not going to stop him anyway. ]
[ Thus with all the innocence of a guilty man who has no idea what threat Luke may be referencing, he smiles. ]
Must I what?
[ The glass is immediately offered at the agreement though, and yes, it most certainly is drugged because why would Kleken ever play fair? A potent aphrodisiac that's stronger when inhaled over when consumed- a rather expensive investment but his curiosity thought it well worth the price. Especially when he's equally curious about how a certain mercenary would react to it. ]
[He doesn't bother to answer, since his deadpan words had really just been in response to Kleken's insistence. Maybe also because he doesn't think the other really cares what he'd say anyway.]
I won't need any more.
[this said with emphasis, he taps his clawed fingers against the glass, considering his next move. The scent of the drink is almost cloyingly sweet to his nose, coating his senses almost immediately. That's... not good, he's sure. Shaking off the feeling, he sighs, unaware of the fact that he's affecting himself worse for it just yet.]
What did you expect to talk about, when you arranged this inconvenience?
To get to know you better, I suppose. We're certainly not in any sort of relationship to be sharing drinks together at the moment, don't you think?
[ To say such a thing while shamelessly inviting the man to share a drink with him is... Well. It's certainly Kleken-coded to do. ]
[ His eyes follow Luke's expression, what of it he can see through that mask of his, and his tentacles remain firmly in place until Luke takes a drink. Mainly so the man wouldn't suspect that the delivery of the drug was via a different method. ]
We could start with what sort of hobbies you do have.
[ They both already know the answer to that particular question. Even before their little run in, it was probably a resounding no. Still, shamelessness in the face of all was his specialty. ]
[ And he did manage to pull an interesting little tidbit out of the man that he hadn't expected to get. ]
I don't see a particularly notable benefit to that closer relationship.
[Kleken benefits from Luke's polite measure, at least. He could have easily left it at "no." "Hell no," even.
The sensation of hunger is sudden and concerning, but not completely unexpected. He's taken only one or two drinks, so he expects the feeling to settle soon enough.]
Yes. I've painted a few portraits and other memorial images. You may have seen a few around the markets on Umbraton.
[throb. his core aches abruptly, and he subsequently ignores it.]
[ That much is factually true, as someone with such a high standing in the Istvan Gang. The corresponding negative to having a close relationship with Kleken is literally everything about the man himself that makes him a pain to deal with in any capacity if your name wasn't Istvan. ]
[ Speaking of horrible decisions, Kleken swirls his own glass and takes a slow sip- he'd drugged his own drink as well, though with one not nearly as fast-acting nor powerful as the one he'd given Luke. Why? Because why not. ]
I'll have to keep a closer eye out then. It'd be rather nice, to own a portion of your work in my room.
[similarly factually true, as someone with a high standing with the Istvan Gang. Of course... that same connection has also sort of gotten him into this mess...
Taking another sip of his own drink, he considers the merits of downing the rest so that he can flee. It's not like him, normally, but—despite the way he's ignoring the growing ache and nursing that slowly, it's almost dizzying.]
I hadn't taken you for a—collector.
[Ah. That's absolutely him losing track of his thoughts, pupils dilating as stirred desire wraps around specific words Kleken speaks (alarming, in his lucidity—Luke can't imagine a time he would condone someone being "owned," so why did the thought appear, and so strongly at that?). He... needs to get out of here. As such, he does tip the barely full glass up to finish it.]
[ Ominous words that add one more red flag to Kleken's hefty pile of them. That Kleken's eyes are following Luke's every movement could also be worrying, when the man tends to favor coy glances away during a conversation. ]
Oh, I'm not. But perhaps I could start.
[ The only thing Kleken collects is wine, and that isn't a well-known secret. There have been those in the past who have tried to bribe their way into the conman's good graces with a fine bottle of wine, only to fall into ruin and their bottle ending up in Kleken's possession anyway. Was that collecting wine at that point, or trophies of ruined families... ]
[ Best not to dwell. Especially when Luke seems to be coming up on... other problems. ]
You're in quite the rush. Do you have somewhere to be? I had hoped to take more of you... ah, that is, your time while you were here.
If I don't qualify for them, then they aren't needed for me.
[His head is swimming a little now, aware of Kleken's gaze but unable to do anything to try and mitigate it. The other makes his thoughtful little suggestion and it does nothing to help Luke's mental state. Drug addles his reason, slowly wrapping him in a cocoon of indulgent desire.]
Unfortunately, as I mentioned... my time is quite limited, yes. You've already taken most of what I have to give.
[setting the glass down, he can feel himself trembling, just a little. Then he bends to rise again, pressing his fingers along the bridge of his nose as if to rattle his mind back into logic.]
[ He stands then, and while he may be at equal height to Luke, he certainly doesn't present quite as broad a figure as he does (though even then they are both still relatively twinks-). That's fine though, his tentacles more than make up for space-taking ability, and they linger close behind Kleken's back as he walks toward Luke. ]
[ Emboldened just a tad after taking in Luke's state, he reaches out to touch his fingertips to the other man's chest. ]
[They may indeed be similarly sized, with Luke just a bit more substantial—but under the circumstances the mercenary is already looking a little smaller than usual. He's alert at the way Kleken moves, peering up at him from his seat with every step forward. Ominous, yes... but there's something so satisfying in the display of confidence.]
You— [His pulse flutters as cool fingertips find his chest, the light pressure sending his mind into wondering at his plans... how much of this did he decide in advance, anyway...?] You would have to make a compelling case, Kleken. What more time could you hope for?
[His hand reaches to brush away the one at his chest, falling to ignore the desperation every point of contact raises in his belly. He's already lost his footing, but he's trying desperately to hide it despite knowing he likely can't.]
[ If Luke knew how much planning and coordination Kleken had done to get this 'chance meeting' in place... ]
[ Well. Let's just say it's better if Luke didn't know. ]
[ When he isn't immediately mauled by whatever counter-defensive measures Luke could have chosen to employ, he remains emboldened. Enough to turn his hand to catch Luke's shift in his fingers and tug him closer, bringing them further eye to eye as his tone drops to a dangerously seductive hum. ]
A second time.
[ His words are incredibly vague, but he's sure Luke knows exactly what he's referring to. ]
[It's far less of a warning than he wants it to sound. Pulled forward, with the odd scent of the other man tickling his nose as they come face to face, he struggles to keep from shivering at the way breath intermingles. The way that seductive tone holds his attention.
He's not even held in place yet, but he's forgotten to retaliate as arousal courses through him and every word sinks in. to satisfy that need...]
... don't be ridiculous, Kleken. [He still hasn't forgotten how they all felt, slithering in past where they belonged, nestling and nuzzling from the inside—] Why would I want to let you violate me again?
[His fingers curl around Kleken's wrist, but they're still trembling a little as the thought settles in his mind. Why, indeed, does he want to let himself be "violated?" Much of it is the aphrodisiac he's now exceedingly sure is coursing through his body, but...]
Oh, I couldn't imagine why anyone would want me to violate them. It would be quite the odd thing to request.
[ Though he doesn't look away from Luke's face, his tentacles pick up on those minute tremors of the other man's body. Catch the way he seems to be leaning more and more into the temptation that Kleken sets before him. He needs only draw the man further into his trap. ]
Pleasure, on the other hand, I believe I could provide. To fill that ache you hold within your body, to be bred within an inch of your sanity.
[ Though he unhooks his fingers from Luke's shirt, he remains leaned in, his breath blowing warm against the other man's skin. ]
That, I believe. I could do for you if you wanted it.
[hearing the words stirs every part of him Luke is desperately trying to calm and ignore. His mask does no good at hiding the flicker of interest in his gaze, drug-addled mind fluttering back to the memory. To wondering how much sweeter it would feel while his arms aren't tied down to a chair and his body can arch and squirm, when tentacles can nestle freely in every hole—]
I— [He has to force the words, body already too hot and needy to listen to any attempts to make it move.] I don't need that...
[Oh, but he wants it. Enough that he has to press his thighs together, trying to soothe the empty feeling and hide the bulge straining his pants.]
Ugh... [breathy, hot, his head dips dangerously as swimming through the haze of desire becomes impossible.] What—did you drug me with, you bastard? I can't—feel my legs.
[well, he can sort of feel them... it's just that they're hot and sensitive and even his clothing feels like it's squeezing them unbearably tight.]
[ Kleken's quick to catch on to that choice of words, continues his persistence with his usual annoying wordplay. ]
You may not need it right now, but you want it.
[ He reaches up with a delicate touch, to the mask that sits as a barrier between Kleken and Luke's face. He can read every emotion flickering through his eyes, but he'd much rather get off the literal and proverbial mask- and have Luke let him. ]
Don't you?
[ The question about his choice of drugs is answered with an easy hum, his other hand falling to Luke's abdomen, tracing the tips of his fingers over the same spot he did once before in their last encounter. The area they both know Kleken's tentacles can reach when they tried. ]
It was just a little wine that would help ease your inhibitions. I didn't expect you to be such a light drinker.
[There's something that feels... unpleasantly docile about his mind right now, eyes betraying how right Kleken is. The more they talk, the more his body heats up, and the more ragged his breaths become. A hand rises to brush away the one at his mask, but it's a weak protest at best.]
I don't—
[fingers trace over his abdomen and his breath hitches, free hand reaching out to grasp Kleken's shirt around a shoulder.]
I'm not a light drinker, so don't lie to me. [another twinge of desire wracks through him then, cock throbbing impatiently.] why—do you want my body so badly, anyway?
[He doesn't expect an answer he'll believe, but that's not the point. Talking is helping him keep a thread of sanity when all he wants is to snatch that hand up and guide it between his thighs.]
I don't—want to do anything here. [Is this giving in? Definitely.] Not in a chair again—nngh.
[ That's it, do give in to the pleasure. Though he might inwardly wish he'd been able to seduce the man without the use of drugs, he's also aware that some negotiations require multiple meetings to advance in any meaningful manner. Plus, he'd kind of fucked the man against his will into a chair and that was perhaps not the best way to start off any sexual relationship. Even though he thought the sex had been amazin- ]
I think we're quite compatible in bed.
[ The fingers against Luke's abdomen begin to trace lower, down to linger over his waistband as Kleken's eyes trail down for a moment before looking back up, a smile of unbelievable innocence painted on his lips. ]
So I'd like to see if that's true or not on more neutral terms.
[ There is nothing neutral about the current scenario. ]
[ Kleken's gaze casts around the room as well in a show of consideration for their surroundings. Perhaps he really should have lured the man into a spare bedroom, but he'd also been quite sure the mercenary leader would have walked straight out of the room the second he saw a bed in there. Alas, he'd gone for a meeting room with a meeting table as the focal point. There was a loveseat in the room... ]
[he won't get Luke to admit it was amazing under threat of death—
but Kleken does get the soft tremble of muscle in response to the trailing of fingers. it's enough to make him shiver, fingers curling to stop himself from moving too much into it.]
... these aren't any more neutral than the last.
[don't worry, he'll clarify that himself. but he's already given in to the suggestion, glancing to the table when it's mentioned. honestly, the loveseat isn't even that far away—]
That's not— [his breath hitches as a fresh wave of arousal courses through him, finally reaching out to grab Kleken's arm as he shifts toward standing. it won't be a pleasant act, with how much his body aches and his legs feel like jelly, but it's all he can think to do to push toward soothing the feeling. every part of his skin feels sensitive, head swimming.] ... fine, if that's the only option. We'll discuss suitable... reparations for this later.
[intent on using the other to rise, his free hand shifts to deal with the closure of his pants, biting back a whine at how just the shift of fabric makes him want more.]
[ As if he were a gentleman and not the dastardly fiend who drugged Luke, he quite helpfully escorts the mercenary over to the table with the arm that he's taken hostage. Tentacles move out to partially curl around Luke's waist and keep him supported where his legs won't- and if their ends are to accidentally slip under clothing, well that's hardly their fault. ]
[ But the action Luke will probably notice moreso is when Kleken maneuvers him with hand and tentacle alike so his back is to the table and Kleken is very much in front of him. Leaning into his personal space, the conman plants his hands on the wooden surface on either side of Luke's hips in an almost familiar way, slotting his leg to press between Luke's as he does so to take the place of that surely unsatisfying hand of his. ]
[The other man maneuvers him with ease enough, following the warmth of it in spite of himself. It's more and more difficult to care about consoling himself for his poor choices—about anything beyond the searing heat permeating every inch of his skin and the tentacles that slip about his waist to maneuver him onto the table.
Truthfully, it all happens faster than he expected, too. No real attempt at squirming gets him anywhere but pressed back against the table, and his breath feels thin and uneven when the conman is quite confidently leaning over him. The tips of tentacles slipping beneath clothes only serve to rile him up, surely accidentally of course.
His leg doesn't have much in the way of it, at least—Luke had really only intended to undo his pants so they could get somewhere a little faster, so the press of a leg between his pulls a groan from the mercenary's lips, the textured swell of his cock plain.]
You—ggh. We'll... discuss it later. When I know what will be comparable. Don't... tease me. I feel... dizzy...
[ Yes, these are all accidentally, just like the way they start trying to ruck up Luke's shirt and tug down his pants. What clumsy, slippery little guys they are to do such things while Kleken and Luke are attempting to have very important negotiations. Negotiations that require Kleken to slowly yet mercilessly grind his leg between Luke's, pressing pointedly against that restrained erection of his. ]
I'm hardly so crude as to simply shove it in without proper preparation.
[ Which is actually Kleken's excuse to mercilessly tease someone over and over until they begged him to finally give it to him. ]
[ And Luke would be no exception to this, even with his request for the opposite. ]
[ He does finally pull his leg back if only to let his tentacles finish the work they started, getting Luke's pants down and off and out of the way so Kleken's gaze can shift down to look at what lay beneath in proper lighting. At least, they don't fling the clothing away and instead fold it neatly to set aside. ]
[slippery, distracting little things they are. Luke attempts to keep his mind on the conversation and the moment, aphrodisiac practically running off with it unhindered.]
You didn't seem to... have a problem with that... the last time—
[actually, he's not entirely sure he recalls their last encounter in full. Certainly he hadn't felt properly prepared when tentacles had breached his womb—but then, likely nothing could have properly prepared him for that.
His skin aches for more, too. Even when Kleken pulls his leg away to let the tentacles finish stripping him, it feels like nothing will ever be good enough—and separated from his clothes, it's clear just how potent Kleken's aphrodisiac is. Luke's nipples are already puffy and his pale skin is pink with arousal, limbs all but numb. Incapable of moving to affect modesty, much less protect himself from anything.
Between his thighs, of course, is that same textured cock—ridged and long, mottled with chitin, it's only passing similar to a "normal" aurorian's. His balls are certainly more visible leaning back too, gently bulging the slit everything retracts into, and his cunt glistens, slick and swollen and needy.
His own gaze turns away then, a surprising amount of embarrassment there in being looked at like this. It's not exactly the first time, but—]
... don't just stare. [inhale. Exhale. He can keep his head in the game, surely. Surely...] Just—do whatever you're planning to do to me.
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... must you. [He's not sure if he's more annoyed by Kleken teasing that rope into view or the demand of a drink. Getting out of here... the more Kleken talks, the less likely it seems.] fine. I'll have a small amount.
[are the chances of drugging too high to be comfortable? Yes, completely. But maybe he can avoid Actually swallowing any to minimise possible dangers.]
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[ Thus with all the innocence of a guilty man who has no idea what threat Luke may be referencing, he smiles. ]
Must I what?
[ The glass is immediately offered at the agreement though, and yes, it most certainly is drugged because why would Kleken ever play fair? A potent aphrodisiac that's stronger when inhaled over when consumed- a rather expensive investment but his curiosity thought it well worth the price. Especially when he's equally curious about how a certain mercenary would react to it. ]
Do let me know if you'd like more.
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I won't need any more.
[this said with emphasis, he taps his clawed fingers against the glass, considering his next move. The scent of the drink is almost cloyingly sweet to his nose, coating his senses almost immediately. That's... not good, he's sure. Shaking off the feeling, he sighs, unaware of the fact that he's affecting himself worse for it just yet.]
What did you expect to talk about, when you arranged this inconvenience?
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[ To say such a thing while shamelessly inviting the man to share a drink with him is... Well. It's certainly Kleken-coded to do. ]
[ His eyes follow Luke's expression, what of it he can see through that mask of his, and his tentacles remain firmly in place until Luke takes a drink. Mainly so the man wouldn't suspect that the delivery of the drug was via a different method. ]
We could start with what sort of hobbies you do have.
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[It's definitely very like him. In the end, Luke takes a mild sip of the drink; he's no lightweight, so he isn't worried for that much.
The question earns a raised brow, basically invisible behind his mask.]
... I care for bugs, and I also paint. Much of my time is far too busy for hobbies, though.
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[ They both already know the answer to that particular question. Even before their little run in, it was probably a resounding no. Still, shamelessness in the face of all was his specialty. ]
[ And he did manage to pull an interesting little tidbit out of the man that he hadn't expected to get. ]
You paint?
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[Kleken benefits from Luke's polite measure, at least. He could have easily left it at "no." "Hell no," even.
The sensation of hunger is sudden and concerning, but not completely unexpected. He's taken only one or two drinks, so he expects the feeling to settle soon enough.]
Yes. I've painted a few portraits and other memorial images. You may have seen a few around the markets on Umbraton.
[throb. his core aches abruptly, and he subsequently ignores it.]
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[ That much is factually true, as someone with such a high standing in the Istvan Gang. The corresponding negative to having a close relationship with Kleken is literally everything about the man himself that makes him a pain to deal with in any capacity if your name wasn't Istvan. ]
[ Speaking of horrible decisions, Kleken swirls his own glass and takes a slow sip- he'd drugged his own drink as well, though with one not nearly as fast-acting nor powerful as the one he'd given Luke. Why? Because why not. ]
I'll have to keep a closer eye out then. It'd be rather nice, to own a portion of your work in my room.
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[similarly factually true, as someone with a high standing with the Istvan Gang. Of course... that same connection has also sort of gotten him into this mess...
Taking another sip of his own drink, he considers the merits of downing the rest so that he can flee. It's not like him, normally, but—despite the way he's ignoring the growing ache and nursing that slowly, it's almost dizzying.]
I hadn't taken you for a—collector.
[Ah. That's absolutely him losing track of his thoughts, pupils dilating as stirred desire wraps around specific words Kleken speaks (alarming, in his lucidity—Luke can't imagine a time he would condone someone being "owned," so why did the thought appear, and so strongly at that?). He... needs to get out of here. As such, he does tip the barely full glass up to finish it.]
... but I really should be going.
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[ Ominous words that add one more red flag to Kleken's hefty pile of them. That Kleken's eyes are following Luke's every movement could also be worrying, when the man tends to favor coy glances away during a conversation. ]
Oh, I'm not. But perhaps I could start.
[ The only thing Kleken collects is wine, and that isn't a well-known secret. There have been those in the past who have tried to bribe their way into the conman's good graces with a fine bottle of wine, only to fall into ruin and their bottle ending up in Kleken's possession anyway. Was that collecting wine at that point, or trophies of ruined families... ]
[ Best not to dwell. Especially when Luke seems to be coming up on... other problems. ]
You're in quite the rush. Do you have somewhere to be? I had hoped to take more of you... ah, that is, your time while you were here.
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[His head is swimming a little now, aware of Kleken's gaze but unable to do anything to try and mitigate it. The other makes his thoughtful little suggestion and it does nothing to help Luke's mental state. Drug addles his reason, slowly wrapping him in a cocoon of indulgent desire.]
Unfortunately, as I mentioned... my time is quite limited, yes. You've already taken most of what I have to give.
[setting the glass down, he can feel himself trembling, just a little. Then he bends to rise again, pressing his fingers along the bridge of his nose as if to rattle his mind back into logic.]
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[ He stands then, and while he may be at equal height to Luke, he certainly doesn't present quite as broad a figure as he does (though even then they are both still relatively twinks-). That's fine though, his tentacles more than make up for space-taking ability, and they linger close behind Kleken's back as he walks toward Luke. ]
[ Emboldened just a tad after taking in Luke's state, he reaches out to touch his fingertips to the other man's chest. ]
I had hoped for just a little more of it.
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You— [His pulse flutters as cool fingertips find his chest, the light pressure sending his mind into wondering at his plans... how much of this did he decide in advance, anyway...?] You would have to make a compelling case, Kleken. What more time could you hope for?
[His hand reaches to brush away the one at his chest, falling to ignore the desperation every point of contact raises in his belly. He's already lost his footing, but he's trying desperately to hide it despite knowing he likely can't.]
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[ Well. Let's just say it's better if Luke didn't know. ]
[ When he isn't immediately mauled by whatever counter-defensive measures Luke could have chosen to employ, he remains emboldened. Enough to turn his hand to catch Luke's shift in his fingers and tug him closer, bringing them further eye to eye as his tone drops to a dangerously seductive hum. ]
A second time.
[ His words are incredibly vague, but he's sure Luke knows exactly what he's referring to. ]
To satisfy that need you and I had. Properly.
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[It's far less of a warning than he wants it to sound. Pulled forward, with the odd scent of the other man tickling his nose as they come face to face, he struggles to keep from shivering at the way breath intermingles. The way that seductive tone holds his attention.
He's not even held in place yet, but he's forgotten to retaliate as arousal courses through him and every word sinks in. to satisfy that need...]
... don't be ridiculous, Kleken. [He still hasn't forgotten how they all felt, slithering in past where they belonged, nestling and nuzzling from the inside—] Why would I want to let you violate me again?
[His fingers curl around Kleken's wrist, but they're still trembling a little as the thought settles in his mind. Why, indeed, does he want to let himself be "violated?" Much of it is the aphrodisiac he's now exceedingly sure is coursing through his body, but...]
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[ Though he doesn't look away from Luke's face, his tentacles pick up on those minute tremors of the other man's body. Catch the way he seems to be leaning more and more into the temptation that Kleken sets before him. He needs only draw the man further into his trap. ]
Pleasure, on the other hand, I believe I could provide. To fill that ache you hold within your body, to be bred within an inch of your sanity.
[ Though he unhooks his fingers from Luke's shirt, he remains leaned in, his breath blowing warm against the other man's skin. ]
That, I believe. I could do for you if you wanted it.
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I— [He has to force the words, body already too hot and needy to listen to any attempts to make it move.] I don't need that...
[Oh, but he wants it. Enough that he has to press his thighs together, trying to soothe the empty feeling and hide the bulge straining his pants.]
Ugh... [breathy, hot, his head dips dangerously as swimming through the haze of desire becomes impossible.] What—did you drug me with, you bastard? I can't—feel my legs.
[well, he can sort of feel them... it's just that they're hot and sensitive and even his clothing feels like it's squeezing them unbearably tight.]
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You may not need it right now, but you want it.
[ He reaches up with a delicate touch, to the mask that sits as a barrier between Kleken and Luke's face. He can read every emotion flickering through his eyes, but he'd much rather get off the literal and proverbial mask- and have Luke let him. ]
Don't you?
[ The question about his choice of drugs is answered with an easy hum, his other hand falling to Luke's abdomen, tracing the tips of his fingers over the same spot he did once before in their last encounter. The area they both know Kleken's tentacles can reach when they tried. ]
It was just a little wine that would help ease your inhibitions. I didn't expect you to be such a light drinker.
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I don't—
[fingers trace over his abdomen and his breath hitches, free hand reaching out to grasp Kleken's shirt around a shoulder.]
I'm not a light drinker, so don't lie to me. [another twinge of desire wracks through him then, cock throbbing impatiently.] why—do you want my body so badly, anyway?
[He doesn't expect an answer he'll believe, but that's not the point. Talking is helping him keep a thread of sanity when all he wants is to snatch that hand up and guide it between his thighs.]
I don't—want to do anything here. [Is this giving in? Definitely.] Not in a chair again—nngh.
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I think we're quite compatible in bed.
[ The fingers against Luke's abdomen begin to trace lower, down to linger over his waistband as Kleken's eyes trail down for a moment before looking back up, a smile of unbelievable innocence painted on his lips. ]
So I'd like to see if that's true or not on more neutral terms.
[ There is nothing neutral about the current scenario. ]
[ Kleken's gaze casts around the room as well in a show of consideration for their surroundings. Perhaps he really should have lured the man into a spare bedroom, but he'd also been quite sure the mercenary leader would have walked straight out of the room the second he saw a bed in there. Alas, he'd gone for a meeting room with a meeting table as the focal point. There was a loveseat in the room... ]
On the table then?
[ Was that really any better than a chair- ]
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but Kleken does get the soft tremble of muscle in response to the trailing of fingers. it's enough to make him shiver, fingers curling to stop himself from moving too much into it.]
... these aren't any more neutral than the last.
[don't worry, he'll clarify that himself. but he's already given in to the suggestion, glancing to the table when it's mentioned. honestly, the loveseat isn't even that far away—]
That's not— [his breath hitches as a fresh wave of arousal courses through him, finally reaching out to grab Kleken's arm as he shifts toward standing. it won't be a pleasant act, with how much his body aches and his legs feel like jelly, but it's all he can think to do to push toward soothing the feeling. every part of his skin feels sensitive, head swimming.] ... fine, if that's the only option. We'll discuss suitable... reparations for this later.
[intent on using the other to rise, his free hand shifts to deal with the closure of his pants, biting back a whine at how just the shift of fabric makes him want more.]
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I did try my best.
[ He didn't and they both know it. ]
[ As if he were a gentleman and not the dastardly fiend who drugged Luke, he quite helpfully escorts the mercenary over to the table with the arm that he's taken hostage. Tentacles move out to partially curl around Luke's waist and keep him supported where his legs won't- and if their ends are to accidentally slip under clothing, well that's hardly their fault. ]
[ But the action Luke will probably notice moreso is when Kleken maneuvers him with hand and tentacle alike so his back is to the table and Kleken is very much in front of him. Leaning into his personal space, the conman plants his hands on the wooden surface on either side of Luke's hips in an almost familiar way, slotting his leg to press between Luke's as he does so to take the place of that surely unsatisfying hand of his. ]
I am always open to negotiation.
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Right...
[The other man maneuvers him with ease enough, following the warmth of it in spite of himself. It's more and more difficult to care about consoling himself for his poor choices—about anything beyond the searing heat permeating every inch of his skin and the tentacles that slip about his waist to maneuver him onto the table.
Truthfully, it all happens faster than he expected, too. No real attempt at squirming gets him anywhere but pressed back against the table, and his breath feels thin and uneven when the conman is quite confidently leaning over him. The tips of tentacles slipping beneath clothes only serve to rile him up, surely accidentally of course.
His leg doesn't have much in the way of it, at least—Luke had really only intended to undo his pants so they could get somewhere a little faster, so the press of a leg between his pulls a groan from the mercenary's lips, the textured swell of his cock plain.]
You—ggh. We'll... discuss it later. When I know what will be comparable. Don't... tease me. I feel... dizzy...
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I'm hardly so crude as to simply shove it in without proper preparation.
[ Which is actually Kleken's excuse to mercilessly tease someone over and over until they begged him to finally give it to him. ]
[ And Luke would be no exception to this, even with his request for the opposite. ]
[ He does finally pull his leg back if only to let his tentacles finish the work they started, getting Luke's pants down and off and out of the way so Kleken's gaze can shift down to look at what lay beneath in proper lighting. At least, they don't fling the clothing away and instead fold it neatly to set aside. ]
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You didn't seem to... have a problem with that... the last time—
[actually, he's not entirely sure he recalls their last encounter in full. Certainly he hadn't felt properly prepared when tentacles had breached his womb—but then, likely nothing could have properly prepared him for that.
His skin aches for more, too. Even when Kleken pulls his leg away to let the tentacles finish stripping him, it feels like nothing will ever be good enough—and separated from his clothes, it's clear just how potent Kleken's aphrodisiac is. Luke's nipples are already puffy and his pale skin is pink with arousal, limbs all but numb. Incapable of moving to affect modesty, much less protect himself from anything.
Between his thighs, of course, is that same textured cock—ridged and long, mottled with chitin, it's only passing similar to a "normal" aurorian's. His balls are certainly more visible leaning back too, gently bulging the slit everything retracts into, and his cunt glistens, slick and swollen and needy.
His own gaze turns away then, a surprising amount of embarrassment there in being looked at like this. It's not exactly the first time, but—]
... don't just stare. [inhale. Exhale. He can keep his head in the game, surely. Surely...] Just—do whatever you're planning to do to me.
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