spankbanks | haven't you heard? i'm the hero.

[ Nyx has the body of a hunter, of course. Muscular, but kept thin enough to prioritize speed over strength. It's reflected in his fighting style; he does better with quick, precise hits to weak points and backing off, since he's neither the brawler that Libertus is or has the pure power that Crowe commands.

And, in his own opinion, he makes anything look good. He laughs again at Cor's response, letting it trail off into a pleased groan. With the hands on his back and the mouth against his neck, he'd be hard pressed to stay quiet.

He does start moving again, hooking his hands down into his shirt and separating his neck from Cor's mouth long enough to tug it and the protective vest over his head. He doesn't wear another shirt underneath it, so it leaves him bare from the waist up; revealing the hair on his chest, the tattoos on the back of his shoulders and, of course, the raised lichtenburg scars as well.

He leans back into Cor, his fingers finding the lapels of Cor's jacket and starting to push them back. ]

Fair's fair, Cor. Unless you want me to turn this into a proper strip show.

It'd lose your pants, at least.

[ A tempting offer, and there's no doubt that Nyx would give him a good show - already, Cor's eyes are drawn to the expanse of skin, waiting to be worshipped by someone wholly willing, and even the lichtenburg scars are beautiful in their own way, when spread out on a gorgeous canvas, despite the pain they may have brought.

But fair is fair, in a game played by two, and it's Cor's turn to even the playing field.

The method to his unveiling is quick and precise, no dallying or teasing, and he drops off his own uniform in the same place Nyx's uniform now rests. No shyness, either, as he knows how good his body looks. As built solid as most soldiers are, but with perhaps far more scars than most soldiers could attest to having. From sharp slashes, to burns, to ballistic wounds — all of which have stories to tell on their own, some too deep to have been safe and some already fading into his skin over time. ]

I want to fuck you. [ He says, plain as day. ] Ideally, not on a chair.

[ He rests his hands back on Nyx's waist, and another kiss on those tempting lips. ]

There's a nice bed over behind you that would look better with you in it. [ Just saying ]

[ The scars aren't off putting at all - if anything, Nyx appreciates the story they tell. How the Marshal's nickname is one he's earned by surviving the worst that the war has thrown at them. He doesn't stop himself from reaching out once Cor's shirtless, letting his hands stroke over his muscles. He traces the long line of a scar on his bicep with the tip of a finger.

Cor speaks and that commands his attention. He feels himself shiver a bit, because yeah, he can get behind Cor fucking him. Nyx leans into the kiss, nipping at Cor's bottom lip teasingly before he moves his hands again, running the edge of his nails along Cor's shoulderblades. ]

Counterpoint: it'd be pretty damn hot if you carried me.

[ Yeah, he could get up, but he's clearly enjoying egging Cor on instead. Though if he refuses, Nyx is more than happy to use his own two legs to get over there. ]

[ Stories that, perhaps, will tell Nyx about in the near future, should the opportunity arise.

Cor hums into the kiss, cause honestly? Yes. It'd be hot, with Nyx's strong legs and arms wrapped around him, holding on as they make the laughably short walk from one side of the room to the other. ]

Figures you'd make an old man work for it. [ Still inclined to tease, enjoying their back and forth as much as he loves how Nyx's mouth feel against his, though he nips at Nyx's bottom lip before sliding his hands under Nyx's thighs to haul them both up. Cor's strength is to his advantage, and he lays Nyx down on the bed without any embarrassing incidents. ] Any other requests while you're at it?

[ He doesn't quite wait for a response, diving down for another kiss while his hands wander down the length of his body. His fingers travel down Nyx's chest, tracing the lines of his expansive scar with care.

The further down his hands go, the more sensual his touch becomes, still reverent in their intent to worship him, until they linger around the edges of Nyx's pants, brushing teasingly against his clothed cock. ]

[ Nyx laughs against Cor's mouth at the old man line, indeed wrapping his legs tightly around Cor's waist, and gripping his shoulders with his hands. He's deposited on the bed, and while he lets his legs relax he keeps his hold on Cor's shoulders, tilting his head up into the kiss as he arches his body up towards Cor's hands. ]

You promised me rapture, you can't use age as an excuse if you don't deliver.

[ His words are breathless, though, with the way those hands are teasing against the hem of his pants and his cock. He drags a hand up through Cor's short hair, letting his nails tease against his scalp, before he drops his other hand from his shoulder. He could move to undo his own jeans - instead, he reaches between them to cup Cor's cock through his pants, not teasing as he curls his fingers against the shape of his dick. ]

I'll deliver. [ He says with casual confidence, eyes fluttering close at the pinprick sensation of Nyx's nails on his scalp. His mouth drops to the length of Nyx's neck, tracing down the line of his tattoo until he reaches the notch between Nyx's collarbone, lips and tongue and teeth on their own curious exploration.

But don't mind if his hands wordlessly answer to Nyx, as Cor does the honor of pulling down his pants for him and taking hold of that glorious cock in his hands and stroking it. How exhilarating it is, to have this strong, gorgeous man laid out under him, and reacting so sensually to his touches, arching to him.

Sirenic and addictive, and Cor knows he will want more. ]

I keep my promises.

[ Though he's definitely teasing first before presenting Nyx any gift of release, with the slow drag of practised, calloused hands on his cock.

His mouth makes its journey further down, a worshipful pilgrimage down the interconnected lines of his scars until his mouth wraps sweetly around a nipple, sucking it, his tongue flicking around it, teeth grazing but not quite biting. He can't help but savor the feast laid out for him first. ]

Edited (changed some mistakes) 2021-02-23 15:06 (UTC)

So you keep saying.

[ Honestly, Nyx believes him but it's part of the game he's playing by now. He tilts his head back when Cor's teeth find the edge of his collarbone at the same time his hand wraps around his cock. He's already half-hard, and he quickly finishes getting the rest of the way there with Cor's fingers stroking him.

His mouth falls open to pant softly when lips close around his nipple, the hint of teeth making him roll his hips up again. His hand cups the back of Cor's head as if to keep him there, while his other abandons teasing him through his pants in order to find the clasp on them.

It's not a competition, but Nyx still isn't one to be outdone. He gets Cor's pants open, one handed, slipping his fingers inside and beneath the band of his underwear to drag his fingers against Cor's cock. He ends up licking his lips a little, as he wraps his hand around him, stroking as best he can. ]

[ Cor can't help but admire the ease in which Nyx follows what he puts down, as though they're spiraling down the inevitable chasms of incandescent pleasure side by side. Cor has always admired a partner that can hold their own, and Nyx is unbelievable attractive when he looks at him with that provocative gaze, as if daring him further.

It's not a competition, but the challenge has been ever so posed. Cor ever so up for it, with the slow path he takes down the lines of Nyx's body, the unevening winding patterns with seemingly no end, as though nothing else could be so fascinating except the taut muscles in his hands, the expression on Nyx's face as he discovers the sweetest spots on his body.

The board is set for this little game, and he grunts with approval at Nyx's it's Cor's turn to move, conveying to Nyx without words as much lascivious intent as he can manage, sucking on one nipple and then the other, teeth deliberately grazing every so often. A wandering hand ends up on Nyx's cock, and he returns the favor by stroking him to the same pace, a mutual endeavor of two men seeking pleasure from one another.

After a while, he leans forward and up, his lips returning to Nyx's mouth with a sweet peck on his lips. ]

You're too distracting for my sanity. [ He says, almost rueful, though there's nothing but a reflection of intense desire in his eyes. ] We're gonna need some lube.

[ Nyx would argue about who's actually being distracting here. Cor's mouth and hands on his body are doing quite the work. A moan or two escapes Nyx when that hand on his cock moves to tease against the head, intentionally or not; he's not trying to be quiet, but he's not trying to make it easy on the Marshal either.

Instead he does what he can to drive Cor to distraction, thumb pressing just under the head of his cock teasingly. When Cor finally declares they're going to need some lube, Nyx leans up to nip his bottom lip, before pulling back with a grin on his face. ]

You might find what you need in my bag.

[ What good Glaive doesn't head out prepared? Of course, that means Cor will have to leave - and Nyx doesn't pull his hand away from his dick to make that any easier. ]

haven't you heard? i'm the hero.

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coordinating sexy times in nebulous settings

clearly nyx got bored on mission downtime in a hotel room and suggested a word game...

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sorry about the wait! caught a bit o sickness

no worries, i am late as well. hope you're feeling better ♥

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