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.
[ Though he certainly hadn't acted like it, with how long they'd spent in that dingy room. Here though, with the gorgeously fascinating sight of Luke's most intimate areas spread out under the bright lights of the meeting room, Kleken absolutely planned to take his time. Enjoy and observe every inch of the man, and ensure that next time- yes he was already thinking of next time- it'd be the man seeking him out instead. ]
[ He's staring, of course he is, and smiles as he's caught and Luke tells him to stop. ]
Haven't you heard? One should always enjoy a beautiful sight when presented to them.
[ It's a spin off of a generic saying, one mostly meant to fluster Luke enough that he'll ignore Kleken's honest growing obsession with his body. Hands and tentacles alike move forward to touch once given 'the order.' Luke's nipples immediately fall prey to the teasing pulls and wet suction of tentacles, and a cool hand wraps around that hardened cock, spreading a thick liquid formed out of Luminatics to ease into a slow stroke. Another thin tentacles moves to tease at Luke's balls, slipping over them and curling against the sensitive pair. ]
[ Luke's cunt, however? Ah, that was for Kleken's mouth to press over and drag his tongue against, his curiosity too strong to let the man go... untasted like this. ]
[normally, he thinks he wouldn't be so embarrassed by the compliment. Something about the aphrodisiac, or something—even if that's not usually how they work. It definitely distracts him enough in the moment, anyway.]
That isn't—mnngh—!
[Oh, he'd asked for it, but that doesn't make it any easier to endure the way tentacles curl and pull at his nipples, leaving them wet and aching and his hips twitching. If he's honest, Luke rarely considered the uses of Luminatics under more intimate circumstances—so the thick liquid spread over his cock is ever more embarrassing; even moreso than the way thin tendrils cradle his balls. Lips part to say something then, only to be cut off by the sudden warmth of Kleken's mouth—
Instead, he gives a soft cry as that tongue slides over his pussy, fingers reaching for his hair just for something to hold. They still feel numb and barely responsive to his own demands, but this, it seems, he can manage.]
Wait—ughh... you don't need to—
[It feels so good though. Kleken's tongue soothes the burning ache just a little, and the mercenary finds himself relaxing into it all too easily. And to the conman's benefit, he'll find that Luke's slick is surprisingly sweet and mellow.]
Haah... not enough...
[He hates every word coming out of his mouth right now, thanks.]
[ He does need to, actually. Something in his very blue blood tells him that he needs to know what Luke tastes like down here, and it's a flavor that's far more pleasant than he'd expected to find. Pleasant enough to have him ignoring the hand in his hair, swirling his tongue over the outer edges as he glances back up at Luke with a dangerously hungry glint in his eyes. ]
It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]
[His tongue really is devilish, stirring up Luke's body as it swirls over the shape of him. Lashes flutter and his head tips back, arousal overcoming every ounce of reason.]
Don't open—
[fuck. His voice breaks as soon as Kleken's tongue dives in, saliva pooling at the downright addictive sensation. It's something he's never allowed a partner to do before... and it seems that was probably for good reason. Tentacles continue their teasing, sinking the mercenary into deeper depths, but it's the man between his legs that leaves him in ruin.]
Kleken...
[There's no warning there, this time. It's soft and pleading, voice rising a little higher as slick builds up only to be licked away. He has no right to be this good—]
Haaah... keep going—and I'll—hggh—!
[He'll cum, if his spasming muscles say anything. Free hand rising to his face, it's Luke himself who knocks the mask off, barely glancing toward it as it clatters on the table.]
[ The flavor Luke so generously pours into his mouth is pleasant, but the real treat is watching the man's reactions- feeling them with his tongue buried as deep inside as he can go. The thrill of seeing someone normally so stoic and unbothered reduced down to a twitching mess on the table from his tongue alone is almost as mind-numbing as Luke's orgasm appears to be. ]
[ He pulls back reluctantly, tempted to drive Luke through another orgasm with his mouth alone, but the clatter of his mask falling off has him curious enough to seek out the source. Then immediately lift his gaze up to Luke's face when he realizes what the cast aside object is as a cheshire-like smile spreads across glistening lips. ]
You seem more sensitive than last time.
[ Though his mouth is away, his fingers move to stroke over that trembling cunt, dangerously close to slipping inside as he continues to talk. ]
You must be quite eager to have me inside you again.
[His breath heaves as he winds down from that orgasm, thighs trembling still. That alone would be embarrassing enough, but the way Kleken smiles, lips still wet from his efforts, deepens the color on his cheeks.]
... you drugged me—mmnh!
[fingers spread his lips a little with every stroke and Luke's hips rise into it despite himself. The conman truly is unbearable when he gets his way, isn't he.]
That's... you know why. I told you... do what you're going to do, already.
[He does want something inside him, of course. Desperately, with the aphrodisiac running through his system.]
Ggh... every hole feels so... empty. Hurry...
[He probably only means two of them, but Kleken is free to take that as he likes.]
[ This is definitely why Kleken shouldn't be allowed to get what he wants. He's a terrible winner, not just in that he may rub the win into his opponent's face, but a win will always make him greedy for more. To keep pushing whatever arbitrary limits he's run into and take everything he can. ]
[ What more could he take, from someone already pliant and questionably willing underneath him? Someone actively asking to be violated in every orifice available? ]
[ Just his pride and sanity- ]
Ask nicely.
[ His fingers press a little further in stroke along a little more of those soaking wet walls that plead to be penetrated, but not enough to satisfy. Only tease and torment because of course that's what Kleken will do. ]
[He thinks he liked it better when he was tied to a chair. Instead, Kleken's fingers tease his inner walls and Luke's body shudders, thighs shifting a little further apart.]
You—
[He can't even find himself mad about it right now. It's desperation that the drugs bring to him, the unsatisfying stroke of fingers sending pangs of need through every muscle, soaking them with every movement.]
... haah... [It's a shaky rattle of breath, his cheeks and expression betraying the indignity of the words to come.] ... please. I can't stand it... I want them deep inside.
[His whole body feels almost numb with anticipation.]
Ughh... please... fill me thoroughly. [you bastard, he doesn't say.]
[ Unsurprisingly, Kleken would have been equally as charmed, if not moreso, if Luke had included that last bit he left unsaid. Hearing Luke say the exact words has him on quite the high, and the smile he reflects back is promising in the best and worst sorts of way. ]
I will.
[ Luke would get what he desperately craved, but Kleken would be oh so himself about it. ]
[ The two fingers on him finally press into his body. But they're not alone. ]
[ With them presses in a pair of tentacles, diving deep into the spread man and rapidly filling him with as much of their lengths as he can take. His fingers are pushed up against his inner walls as a result, and Kleken curls them further to stroke along inside of him while the tentacles writhe and wriggle. Stretching him out through overwhelming force, prodding with their tips against sensitive walls looking for the entrance to that forbidden (except not) chamber inside of Luke. ]
[ He did ask to be filled thoroughly, after all. ]
[His breath hitches when Kleken's fingers finally press in, back arching when two tentacles join them immediately. Their writhing earns small, sharp groans from the mercenary, every part of him tingling with the forcible stretching and prodding.
Of course he knows what they're searching for, after the last time. Knows that they'll find it too, tips nudging up against the tight hole and wriggling in to start stretching it open. The feeling is—not as painful as the last time, he thinks, maybe because of the aphrodisiac keeping him pliant and needy.]
Haah... ugh... they s-still don't—belong in there...
[but he's not trying to stop them. In fact, he seems to be getting even more wet as they rub along his walls and slither into his womb, hips trembling.]
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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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[ Though he certainly hadn't acted like it, with how long they'd spent in that dingy room. Here though, with the gorgeously fascinating sight of Luke's most intimate areas spread out under the bright lights of the meeting room, Kleken absolutely planned to take his time. Enjoy and observe every inch of the man, and ensure that next time- yes he was already thinking of next time- it'd be the man seeking him out instead. ]
[ He's staring, of course he is, and smiles as he's caught and Luke tells him to stop. ]
Haven't you heard? One should always enjoy a beautiful sight when presented to them.
[ It's a spin off of a generic saying, one mostly meant to fluster Luke enough that he'll ignore Kleken's honest growing obsession with his body. Hands and tentacles alike move forward to touch once given 'the order.' Luke's nipples immediately fall prey to the teasing pulls and wet suction of tentacles, and a cool hand wraps around that hardened cock, spreading a thick liquid formed out of Luminatics to ease into a slow stroke. Another thin tentacles moves to tease at Luke's balls, slipping over them and curling against the sensitive pair. ]
[ Luke's cunt, however? Ah, that was for Kleken's mouth to press over and drag his tongue against, his curiosity too strong to let the man go... untasted like this. ]
[ It'd be a waste if he did, really. ]
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[normally, he thinks he wouldn't be so embarrassed by the compliment. Something about the aphrodisiac, or something—even if that's not usually how they work. It definitely distracts him enough in the moment, anyway.]
That isn't—mnngh—!
[Oh, he'd asked for it, but that doesn't make it any easier to endure the way tentacles curl and pull at his nipples, leaving them wet and aching and his hips twitching. If he's honest, Luke rarely considered the uses of Luminatics under more intimate circumstances—so the thick liquid spread over his cock is ever more embarrassing; even moreso than the way thin tendrils cradle his balls. Lips part to say something then, only to be cut off by the sudden warmth of Kleken's mouth—
Instead, he gives a soft cry as that tongue slides over his pussy, fingers reaching for his hair just for something to hold. They still feel numb and barely responsive to his own demands, but this, it seems, he can manage.]
Wait—ughh... you don't need to—
[It feels so good though. Kleken's tongue soothes the burning ache just a little, and the mercenary finds himself relaxing into it all too easily. And to the conman's benefit, he'll find that Luke's slick is surprisingly sweet and mellow.]
Haah... not enough...
[He hates every word coming out of his mouth right now, thanks.]
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It's hardly enough for me either.
[ His hands find Luke's knees, hook under them to spread the man's legs wider so he can press his head forward and press his tongue into the man as deeps as he can, lapping over his inner walls and drinking down that addictively sweet slick. His tentacles are still moving, still offering pleasure to other parts of his body, but their movements begin to soften and slow as his mouth continues. As if forcing the man to concentrate only on the tongue working him over from the inside, and the man doing it to him. ]
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Don't open—
[fuck. His voice breaks as soon as Kleken's tongue dives in, saliva pooling at the downright addictive sensation. It's something he's never allowed a partner to do before... and it seems that was probably for good reason. Tentacles continue their teasing, sinking the mercenary into deeper depths, but it's the man between his legs that leaves him in ruin.]
Kleken...
[There's no warning there, this time. It's soft and pleading, voice rising a little higher as slick builds up only to be licked away. He has no right to be this good—]
Haaah... keep going—and I'll—hggh—!
[He'll cum, if his spasming muscles say anything. Free hand rising to his face, it's Luke himself who knocks the mask off, barely glancing toward it as it clatters on the table.]
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[ The flavor Luke so generously pours into his mouth is pleasant, but the real treat is watching the man's reactions- feeling them with his tongue buried as deep inside as he can go. The thrill of seeing someone normally so stoic and unbothered reduced down to a twitching mess on the table from his tongue alone is almost as mind-numbing as Luke's orgasm appears to be. ]
[ He pulls back reluctantly, tempted to drive Luke through another orgasm with his mouth alone, but the clatter of his mask falling off has him curious enough to seek out the source. Then immediately lift his gaze up to Luke's face when he realizes what the cast aside object is as a cheshire-like smile spreads across glistening lips. ]
You seem more sensitive than last time.
[ Though his mouth is away, his fingers move to stroke over that trembling cunt, dangerously close to slipping inside as he continues to talk. ]
You must be quite eager to have me inside you again.
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... you drugged me—mmnh!
[fingers spread his lips a little with every stroke and Luke's hips rise into it despite himself. The conman truly is unbearable when he gets his way, isn't he.]
That's... you know why. I told you... do what you're going to do, already.
[He does want something inside him, of course. Desperately, with the aphrodisiac running through his system.]
Ggh... every hole feels so... empty. Hurry...
[He probably only means two of them, but Kleken is free to take that as he likes.]
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[ What more could he take, from someone already pliant and questionably willing underneath him? Someone actively asking to be violated in every orifice available? ]
[ Just his pride and sanity- ]
Ask nicely.
[ His fingers press a little further in stroke along a little more of those soaking wet walls that plead to be penetrated, but not enough to satisfy. Only tease and torment because of course that's what Kleken will do. ]
[ Because what he means is beg. ]
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You—
[He can't even find himself mad about it right now. It's desperation that the drugs bring to him, the unsatisfying stroke of fingers sending pangs of need through every muscle, soaking them with every movement.]
... haah... [It's a shaky rattle of breath, his cheeks and expression betraying the indignity of the words to come.] ... please. I can't stand it... I want them deep inside.
[His whole body feels almost numb with anticipation.]
Ughh... please... fill me thoroughly. [you bastard, he doesn't say.]
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I will.
[ Luke would get what he desperately craved, but Kleken would be oh so himself about it. ]
[ The two fingers on him finally press into his body. But they're not alone. ]
[ With them presses in a pair of tentacles, diving deep into the spread man and rapidly filling him with as much of their lengths as he can take. His fingers are pushed up against his inner walls as a result, and Kleken curls them further to stroke along inside of him while the tentacles writhe and wriggle. Stretching him out through overwhelming force, prodding with their tips against sensitive walls looking for the entrance to that forbidden (except not) chamber inside of Luke. ]
[ He did ask to be filled thoroughly, after all. ]
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Of course he knows what they're searching for, after the last time. Knows that they'll find it too, tips nudging up against the tight hole and wriggling in to start stretching it open. The feeling is—not as painful as the last time, he thinks, maybe because of the aphrodisiac keeping him pliant and needy.]
Haah... ugh... they s-still don't—belong in there...
[but he's not trying to stop them. In fact, he seems to be getting even more wet as they rub along his walls and slither into his womb, hips trembling.]
So... vulgar... gghh...
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