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

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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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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