The world, its inhabitants, everything. The way they spoke to each other, and how the people here treated one another; the carelessness they showed in respects to their home. He was slowly acclimating to the way the universe worked, how small him and his planet were in comparison, and how little he actually knew.
But, he was adaptable. Eben had realized pretty quickly how to fit in, no matter the world or the type of people there, and he was adept at adjusting. This world was no different than the few before it, he'd settled in easily to this way of life, and even though he wasn't sure how long he was going to stick around, he still made the best of his current situation.
He'd seen more uniqueness and individuality in the past few months than he had his whole life, but he was still intrigued by it every time.
This time, though. It came in the form of a light skinned man, with pointy ears -that moved- and a long tail. Green coat, belts, and these marks on his face. It was the marks that got his attention, and that were something familiar to him. The markings were something typical of those from his home, and he finds himself watching the stranger from across the room. He sends him a drink. Then another. No acknowledgment. And then he sees someone else talking to the guy, no, two people, and, for whatever reason, he feels a little jealous.
It's not in his nature to feel that way, so he decides to do something about it.]
Excuse me.
[Eben had left his seat and drink behind, and had, more rudely than he'd intended, wiggled his way in between S'rahz and the two others. He gives them a quick, get lost kind of look -which they surprisingly do- and he leans up against the bar next to him.]
[It had taken days before S'rahz threw in the towel and went to the bar. His mate was captain of a ship and had set sail to pick some things up, it just so happened that setting sail took weeks. The blond had originally intended to catch up on his work, to finish his tailoring and weaving before finalizing the culinary orders that had stacked up too. And he'd dipped his toes in goldsmithing to boot. All in all the last few days had been productive, but that didn't stop the tia from feeling lonely.
So naturally the bar was going to fix it. Miqo'te weren't the kind to stick to a single partner, and whilst S'rahz wasn't fully intending on pulling anyone that night, he suddenly finds himself the recipient of a lot of drinks. The bartender is already amused, letting the summoner know there's literally enough drinks on hold for him to keep the guy for the evening without needing to open his coin bag. Icy blues take check of the people around him, managing to catch sight of Eben when the other is distracted in buying him another round. Stubbly, almost average somehow, but not bad for a hume. S'rahz has to wonder if he's even going to bother with anyone in the bar though. Maybe it would be a good distraction as he waits for his nunh to get back from sailing? It wasn't like he would complain when S'rahz is pretty sure the other has his own people to hit up in ports. There's at least some distraction in the form of two others, one of them touchy feely in all kinds of ways. Not that it disturbs S'rahz; that one is one of his staff members, the guy is married and a natural flirt. Straight as an arrow to boot.
Excuse me. Yellow ears tick back at the sound of Eben's voice, eyes peering up as the guy just about wedges himself in between him and the others. Really now? S'rahz has to wonder what goes through the minds of others, and now is no exception. At least the view is decent from a closer vantage point, much more decent, ears flicking once as his tail slowly swipes the air. One hand stays around the glass of liquor he's been working his way through, and it's more than likely that which saves Eben from a verbal assault.]
It looks like you already did? [Even as S'rahz is talking his staff member is gearing up to leave, not at all interested in getting on some hume's bad side. It doesn't stop the guy from bidding the blond good night, touch on S'rahz's arm lingering longer that it should have. And even as Eben and the miqo'te start to talk, there are still drinks making their way over from other patrons in the bar.]
[The ears flicking backward draw his gaze, and blue eyes can't help but stare a moment. His expression shows his genuine curiosity, he's only just learning how different the universe is, and he slowly drops his eyes back down to S'rahz's face.
He sees the tail, but, to keep from sensory overload, Eben focuses on one thing at a time. Right now, it's the markings on the strangers cheeks.]
Yeah, guess so.
[Eben turns and gets into the seat next to him, missing the lingering touch, but he doesn't miss the offering of drinks from other people in the bar. He figures he has his work cut out for him, the guy was popular, but he didn't blame the other patrons, he'd caught his eye, too.]
I'm Eben. [He touches two fingers to his right shoulder then swipes down and out - a greeting from his world- and shifts in the seat so he's facing him more.]
If it's alright, I'd like to talk a bit. Ya' know. Find out your name, maybe what those marks on your face are from.
[He barely stops to breathe before continuing.]
Were you born with them? Or did someone give 'em to you?
[Eben's not purposefully intrusive, just overly curious.]
[S'rahz sees the guy's gaze falling on his ears and he has to wonder if the male has ever even seen a miqo'te before. Said ears flatten briefly as he mulls over pointing out that it's rude to have a conversation with his ears before Eben snaps himself out of it. Alright then.
The hand motion gets a slightly curious look and nothing more, S'rahz taking a sip of his drink as he slowly realizes that this hume really hasn't seen a miqo'te before. How did that even happen? Had he been living under a rock or something? The blond at least gives a nod back at what he assumes is a greeting motion. On a normal day he'd not be one for keeping company, preferring his own, but there's something about the fact that Eben doesn't seem to know what he is that holds S'rahz's attention.]
S'rahz. [Marks on his face? He raises a hand to touch at the lines on one side. They've been there so long that S'rahz barely even remembers that they're there. Eben will get answers for now though; S'rahz isn't used to answering such things and the speed at which they're being asked is catching him unawares, tail curling as he thinks of how to answer.]
All male miqo'te have them, sunseekers and moonkeepers. They show up when we come of age. I suppose you could say I got them from my father.
[He whispers it once to himself, then a second time a little lighter, his tongue running over and wetting his lower lip unconsciously as he gets a feel for the name. Eben knows that names vary and are unique from place to place, but he repeats it anyways, sealing the sound of it to the face in front of him.
Eben leans forward, habitually wanting to be closer, but cautious enough of physical contact that he keeps himself far enough away to stop any accidental touching. He watches the hand raise to S'rahz's face, listening intently, and eyes quickly squinting and relaxing at the mention of miqo'te, sunseekers and moonkeepers.
Genetics, in a sense, Eben could understand. They didn't have all that terminology, it just wasn't something studied anymore where he was from, but he knew that the parents passed on certain traits. He looked like his mom; except for the beard, which causes his face to crack into a wide smile. Picturing his mom with a beard amusing to him.]
Oh, yeah. Okay. I understand. I like 'em. I've got marks of my own. I was born with them, and I guess they sort of came from my father, too.
[A longer pause this time, and a slow breath as he tries to relax; he rolls his shoulders, settling into the new environment that was talking to S'rahz.]
Which are you? A sunseeker or a moonkeeper. What does that mean? [A beat, and then he asks so he doesn't forget.] Are you from here? This planet, I mean.
[At the sight of the wide smile S'rahz can't help but return it with a small one of his own, not at all privy to the reasoning but enjoying the way it lights the other's face up. Even his ears join in on the motion, flicking downwards once in a joyful motion.
Alright then, the guy had some humor to him, that was more than most in the bar and he gives the room a quick look. There's no-one else interesting around and due to that alone S'rahz is fine giving Eben his full, undivided attention. If the other even cares to look close enough he'll be able to see that S'rahz's eyes are feline-esque as well, the pupils more slits than circular.]
It isn't like they'll rub off. Nice of your parents to give you something to keep. [The close proximity is not a problem, the blond leaning ever so slightly closer as he rests his chin on a hand, elbow propped on the bar and it's close enough now for accidental touching should either feel the need. For now his tail will coil slowly around the bar stool, settling down from the swaying from before. This guy was so curious and there's something about it that S'rahz can't resist, unable to help but answer all the questions as he wonders what the other will ask next. The fact Eben is easy on the eyes too does not go unnoticed either.]
Sunseeker. And it's just a sub-division of my race, I guess. We're native here. My name ties into it as well, if you're that curious. It is spelled with an apostrophe after the first letter, so an S then apostrophe then an R. All Sunseeker males have a name that is a First letter, apostrophe than the rest. Moonseekers have the apostrophes towards the end of their names. They're also much paler and have different eyes and markings.
[Eben wants to touch S'rahz's ears, their movements gaining his attention every time they flick, especially the little downward motion that came when the guy smiled. The ears aren't strange, just different, and it takes all of his resolve to keep from reaching out or asking if he can touch them.]
Never really thought of it like that.
[His mouth opens, a flash of surprise flitting across his features at the thought. Eben liked the idea that they were a gift from his parents, made him feel more connected to them, made the vines feel special. When he releases his breath, his lips puff out, and he smiles, corners of his eyes crinkling, increasingly delighted with S'rahz.]
So, your markings. They're unique to you? Nobody else's face looks quite like yours.
[He realizes he's not asking on the last part, sort of an off handed and distracted compliment. Eben's not always so obvious, and sometimes he says things without being aware that he's talking. He never means anything by it, he's just never had so many opportunities to express himself as he does now, and he's not always certain how to do it.
But, flirting. He's picked up a little of that, and he enjoys every minute of it.]
S'rahz. The Sunseeker. I like that a lot.
[Eben slides forward on his stool, arm dropping to rest along the edge of the bar, the tip of one finger gently tapping at the surface. His hand is close to S'rahz's arm, but he only looks down at the position of his arm briefly before he raises his eyes to meet the other's.]
If you're native to this world, does that mean you live somewhere near here.
[If Eben reached out to touch S'rahz's ears he'd be on the receiving end of several painful spells. It wasn't as if he was dying to touch Eben's stubble after all. Later on Eben can definitely touch all he wants and more and S'rahz will be thrilled at the feel of said stubble on his skin. The mention of markings gets some thought, the blond's lips curling into a small smirk.]
Most males have them, but they have subtle differences. But then it's not like I pay that much attention to them when I'm that close to someone. [The smirk doesn't even fade when Eben asks about his accommodation, though inside the summoner knows he has to be very careful about now. His mate T'arren has some unsavory kinds after him, and taking someone back to their place could be a nightmare.]
Really now? I might do, and I might not. What about you? Surely you have somewhere in mind since you came over here. [S'rahz keeps his tone of voice teasing, reaching out to grab one of the spare drinks bought for him and sliding it over to the other. If Eben is paying attention he'll notice that not only are S'rahz's gloves red, but that the fingers of them on one are longer than the other, one cut off at the first set of knuckles, the other near the tips.] Seems like you forgot your drink too.
Now, that was something S'rahz would have to explain a little slower, if he were inclined to explain at all. Eben's world doesn't have magic, at least not that kind, and he's never been exposed to it. Well, maybe he has, but just didn't know it was called magic.]
I'd look. If I were close enough to see the markings.
[But, that was him, and he was close enough to see the markings. S'rahz's at least. Eben could stand to be a lot closer, but this was fine for now.]
There's a public place I'm staying at, we should go there.
[It was a nice room, he thought, and S'rahz might be comfortable there. He'd decided, with that open and teasing comment, that he should just put it out there. S'rahz knows why Eben came over here, why beat around the bush. He nods at the drink, but he doesn't take it. Alcohol took away his clarity, and he'd already had enough. Eben wanted to remain sharp, remember all of this.
He sees the other's fingers, a slight eye flick down and back up, but doesn't ask, and probably never will. Eben tips his hand to the side, the back of his fingers brushing S'rahz's arm.]
[Of course Eben would take a look to see the markings on his face, S'rahz knows that the guy is just about obligated to say that by this point. Not that it dampens the point of it any. He notices how Eben acknowledges the drink but doesn't touch it, and the miqo'te has to briefly make sure he's okay with this himself before walking out of the bar. There's no issue really, Eben is good-looking and seems genuinely interested which is more than could be said for most around them. It's a done deal, really.]
At some point you'll have to show me where all your markings are. [The touch at his arm merely reaffirms the tia's thoughts, S'rahz getting to his feet and not at all feeling bothered by the fact that as a miqo'te he's not the tallest. At around 5'8" the summoner is classed as tall for his race and the young miqo'te carries himself well enough to not be bothered by it. And instead of just heading out the door, S'rahz moves to walk past Eben, purposefully brushing against him side to side as he does. And if Eben was pointedly ignoring the tail he's not going to get a chance to now, S'rahz making sure it briefly trails up and along the other's side in invitation as he peers back over his shoulder.] Lead the way.
[Eben's only got a few inches on S'rahz, so his being taller or shorter or average doesn't cross his mind. He's a good height, in Eben's opinion, but, then again, he's no real judge for it because everyone's height is a good height.]
Oh, I'll show you all of 'em.
[He starts to slide off the stool, stopping to let S'rahz pass him, but, he pauses, body tensing at the movement of the tail. Eben looks down, watching it slide up his side, and, if they hadn't been in public, he would have touched it right then and there. He lifts his eyes, chest rising and falling a little faster, and Eben tips his head to the side, corner of his mouth curving up.]
Alright. Follow me.
[His feet hit the ground, and he turns from S'rahz, paying the bar tab. When finished, he gives the miqo'te a small, almost shy, smile and nods towards the door.
It's a relatively short walk to the building where he's staying, and he makes certain to keep pace with the other the whole time. He doesn't talk much, preferring to only point out places he's been and likes along the way. When they reach his room, he takes his jacket off and tosses it aside.]
It's not much, but it works. Want a drink or something?
[The reaction from Eben as S'rahz brushes against him doesn't go unnoticed, the blond smirking as he follows the other. There are definitely a few disappointed patrons in the bar; it's rare the summoner is seen out and drinking let alone on the prowl.
He listens to what Eben has to say about random places as they head back to the other's residence, nodding as he mulls over how the evening will go. The thrill of the unknown is starting to kick in. What would Eben even be like during the night? S'rahz can't tell and just that thought has him licking his lips in anticipation.
The room gets a cursory look, blue eyes doing a quick sweep of it as he shrugs his own coat off, leaving a white tunic shirt underneath. A drink though? S'rahz peers up at the human, tail swiping the air in tune with a rhythm only S'rahz can hear.]
If I wanted a drink I'd have stayed at the bar. [There's only a split second of hesitation before the blond snags a handful of Eben's shirt to try and tug the other down for a kiss.]
[He turns back to face S'rahz, mouth curving into a small smirk; it was down to business then. Eben doesn't have to make the first move, which surprised him, but he decides pretty quickly he likes it. When the other grabs his shirt and pulls him down for a kiss, Eben obliges, happy to.
His lips part, slowly pushing at S'rahz's mouth with his own, and tugging at his lower lip, he slides his hands up and over his shoulders. Eben kisses him like this, neither increasing or lessening the exuberance of his movements for at least a minute, or so he thinks its been that long. Leaning back, reluctantly breaking the kiss, he moves a hand up to the blond's chin. He runs his thumb over it, then his lip, then pushes his chin down with his thumb. Mouth slightly ajar, he tips down to kiss him again, taking his lip in between both of his and sucking on it.
Idly, he wonders if his beard bothers S'rahz, it did some but not all.]
[The slow, easy kiss from Eben is surprising, but definitely not unwelcome for S'rahz, the blond more than happy to match the pace set by the human for now. There's something delicious about the way they're just taking their time to explore, and the miqo'te is slowly smoothing hands up Eben's chest to twine around his neck. It would be wrong of him to not take up the opportunity to press his body up against the others sturdier frame, and S'rahz does just that as he feels his breath hitching ever so lightly at the thumb on his chin. He briefly hopes it means that Eben wants to take charge, or to just simply take. Back home S'rahz normally clashes hard with his mate and then they fuck harder. This change in pace is definitely refreshing and when Eben starts paying attention to his lip the blond can't help but let out a quiet, low groan from the back of his throat.
Did the beard bother him though? Not at all, it was just another sensation to add to the list of things that evening, though perhaps afterwards S'rahz would sigh at the stubble rash it marks him with. For now he's completely into it, and the tia tilts his head back up, fingers curling at the nape of Eben's neck as he parts his lips in invitation, curious and full of anticipation to see if Eben would deepen the kiss.]
Eben picked up on the body language of others, and S'rahz's reactions to his kisses weren't missed. If anything, it made Eben want this more than he had before, just knowing that the blond groaning beneath his lips wanted this just as much.
He lets a hand start to roam over S'rahz's chest, and down further over his stomach and behind to his back. It was almost as if Eben were mapping out the blond's body, feeling his muscles, the curves and hard lines. His fingers dip down a little farther, mouth still pressing, and tongue dragging over S'rahz's lower lip, swiping across his tongue. When his hand finds what it was searching for, his touches are tentative, testing, and he lets them drag across the base of his tail. He'd wanted to do that since he first saw him, was afraid of the reaction he'd get, but the way the blond pressed his body against him, and the way he responded to his kisses, have made him bold.]
Is that okay?
[He waits for a response, verbal or physical, then moves his hand a little farther along his tail.]
[There's almost some relief when Eben takes the invitation, S'rahz easily shifting to give the human better access as he continues to press up against the other. S'rahz hadn't intended on things being caught up in a hot, steamy make-out yet now he was in one the blond has no qualms whatsoever. The slow buildup was more than intoxicating the the miqo'te and for now he'll keep it steady, keeping lips pressed firmly to Eben's as his tries to coax the other's tongue with his own. Feelings hands smoothing down his back only strengthen his resolve and as much as he wants to reciprocate with his own hands the summoner can't help but stay in place, letting Eben explore for now. From the way things were going there would be all night to get his hands on the other.
When a hand moves against the base of his tail the reaction is instantaneous, S'rahz already breaking the kiss, eyes closed as he moans softly. There's always something about the way it felt when others paid attention to that area, especially when they started to tug and pull, and S'rahz is already instinctively pressing back against Eben's hand as his tail slowly curls around it before uncoiling lazily. Ears flick downwards once, and when S'rahz opens his eyes he peers back up at Eben with slightly flushed cheeks and a heated gaze. He can't even talk properly anymore, voice almost rasping with need as he answers the question.] Yes. More than okay.
[Blue eyes go wide at that sound. The moan quiet, and would have been unintelligible if it weren't for how near Eben was to S'rahz.
He pulls back when the other does, eyes flicking down and expression somewhat awestruck. Eben was acutely aware of others in situations like these, and each time he discovered how to make another emit sounds like the one S'rahz just did, it made, well, it made him feel alive. It was a part of what made him react so intensely, the want to hear those sounds until either one or both of them didn't have the strength to make even the slightest noise.
Eben tilts forward, pressing his mouth to the corner of S'rhaz's lips, then a little higher at the marking under his eye. It was his way of showing his new partner that he appreciated each and every little sound, and kiss, and touch.
Then he steps back, arms bending at the elbow and raised above his head, he grabs his shirt behind his back, pulling up and wiggling out of it. It's not the most graceful movement, but as soon as it's off, he's got his hands right where they were. One at S'rhaz's hip, pulling him against him, the other running down what part of his tail that he can reach, and he's got his lips parted again, kissing him a little more roughly than before.]
[S'rahz isn't sure what the awestruck look is for, pausing in brief curiosity as he peers up at Eben as he tries to suss it out. It's almost like the other hasn't even heard a groan before and the miqo'te has to briefly wonder if Eben even knows what he's doing before throwing the thought - and logic - out the window. Quite frankly he didn't care, and the lips at the marking on his face have S'rahz shivering lightly, somewhat exhilarated by the whole thing. There was just something about the way the hume was going about this that had the blond enraptured, and when Eben pulls his shirt off S'rahz can't help but smirk, quickly pulling his gloves off and dropping them to one side as Eben pulls him back in.
Hands are already reaching for skin as S'rahz starts to kiss back just as roughly, lips pressing hard as he decides to throw in a nip here and there at Eben's lower lip. And if sounds were something Eben was enthralled by, then he'd be thrilled to know that S'rahz was always going to be vocal when it came to this thing, the blond humming lightly in the back of his throat as a hand runs along his tail again. He's all for exploring now there's skin on display and S'rahz is already smoothing hands down Eben's back, quietly delighting in the feel of skin and muscle as he follows the man's spine before dragging his hands forwards to tug lightly at the waist of his pants. It wasn't even to get them off, but more of a request that they should definitely get moving towards the bedroom and ramp up the tempo. And just in case Eben doesn't get the memo the tia rocks his hips against Eben's shamelessly, groaning none too quietly against the other's lips at the friction.]
[Eben stumbles a little, tripping over his own feet as he tries to push his hips against S'rahz's while still touching his tail and kissing him. Startled by the jerking motion, he pulls back, cheeks flushed and breath inhaling shakily.]
Okay, okay. My room, or the couch, or somewhere other than here.
[He reluctantly releases the other's tail, fingers lazily grazing it as he leaves it, and Eben steps back, but not alone, no, his fingers twist at the fabric of S'rahz's shirt, pulling it, and the blond, towards him with every step backwards he takes.]
Down the hall.
[Not sure why he said it instead of just taking them there, he shakes his head, and leans back in for a kiss. A few more steps have them nearer the bedroom. He knows where he's going, which steps to take, and he grins at the other, quite enjoying himself.]
[That little stumble from Eben is all kinds of hilarious, and a slight turn on. Just the fact he's unable to concentrate enough to stay upright is a compliment to the pair of them, and S'rahz sure as hell isn't going to complain, pulling back slightly to take in the sight of the other breathless and flushed.
This was probably the best idea in a long time, and for a short moment in time S'rahz barely even registers the comment. Somewhere. The fact there's an option has S'rahz shivering, following as he's tugged slowly forwards with each of Eben's backward steps. The question of where is a good one, there are so many choices that the blond is almost confused with it. The floor, the couch? Wall? It's hard to concentrate when Eben steals another kiss, the tia just about forgetting there was even a question as he presses his lips back firmly, one hand going to scratch along Eben's jaw.
Bedroom. It had to be the bedroom. At least then they could get up to what they wanted and not have to worry about aches and pains. That and the other choices could be taken up afterwards, and the blond pulls back from the kiss and gives another smirk, placing both hands on Eben's chest and pushing forwards lightly.]
[Eben stumbles at the push, but it's a mock and dramatic movement, and his face cracks into a wide grin in response.]
Ohh, bossy huh?
[He kinda liked that, hell, he really liked that. S'rahz had his permission to be as controlling as he wanted. Smirking, he nods towards the bedroom, and turns away from the other.]
After me then.
[Eben struts down the hallway, because there was no way he was going to walk normally when he had an audience, and when he reaches his bedroom, he slowly pushes the door open, giving the other time to catch up. Once inside, he unlatches his jeans, and pushes them down and over his hips. Hands at his waist, he cocks his head to the side, a playful expression on his face.]
[S'rahz only liked to think of himself as bossy when the situation warranted it, and boy did right now count as just that. Thankfully Eben is smart enough to get moving, the mock dramatics getting nothing more than a brief grin as the miqo'te begins to follow. Before he's even in the room his hands are working on his belts, dumping them easily in the bedroom as he walks in, eyes eagerly raking over the other's body as Eben works on his jeans. Oh yes, this was definitely one of his better ideas and S'rahz folds his arms at the comment.]
If I waited for you to remove them then we'd be here all day. [The blond merely raises his eyebrows, lips still curled to show there's no spite in that comment as he quickly shrugs his tunic off. There's absolutely no shame in the miqo'te race over being naked, and S'rahz swiftly kicks his boots off before removing his pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. As a miqo'te he's all lean muscle, lithe body and pale skin, yellow tail idly flicking through the air as the tia just about stalks over. The second he reaches Eben, S'rahz is already pressing back up against the other's chest, arms twining loosely around the human's neck as he lets his lips hover a fraction away from Eben's. The feel of skin on skin is heady enough, and with the make-out from before Eben would be able to easily feel that S'rahz is already half hard, and the blond is just about purring keenly.]
He was excitable, and he liked undressing his partners, carefully and deliberately taking his time. That slow exposure of skin, bit by bit getting to take it all in. But, there was something about the other person undressing themselves instead. Meant he could stand there, hands on his hips, and eyes wide as he takes it all in.
The miqo'te was lean, Eben's eyes moving over him, catching the tail moving, and he's about to make a comment, state his appreciation for S'rahz's fine form, when the other crosses the room and pulls him in close again. The words fade away and he rests his hands at S'rahz's hips, eyes moving over his face, marks to lips, ears and back to his marks.]
No, you took care of the problem. Why don't you just kiss me.
[Eben's all serious now, body shifting forward to unconsciously press against the other's.]
[It's not even a lie and one that Eben would be able to see through easily, S'rahz's body shuddering lightly when the demand is made. If the blond really wanted to be bossy he would just outright demand back, tell Eben to stop messing around and just fuck him already, but the slow build up was exceptional enough to have S'rahz going along with it, teeth sinking into his lower lip when he feels Eben pressing back up against him. The blue gaze he gives the human is almost coy, teasing in every way as he threads his fingers through the hair at the back of Eben's head none too gently.
When he leans up to take Eben's lips there's nothing coy or teasing about it, lips firmly pressing against the other's with almost a hint of desperation. Compared to before it's rougher and not nearly as held together as S'rahz would like it to be, his unoccupied hand already smoothing down along Eben's spine to start his own exploring. S'rahz lets it trail further down until resting at the base of Eben's spine, nails digging in a little to scratch lightly, a brief tease of what he could do later when they're in the middle of it. The nip to Eben's lower lip isn't light this time, and S'rahz groans against his soon to be lover's mouth as he rocks his hips again, already sounding as needy as he was feeling at the friction against his cock. If he could somehow talk without breaking the kiss then S'rahz would, but for now he'll settle for running his hand over the curve of Eben's ass, pulling the other against him as he blatantly admires the other's form.]
Being told what to do and telling someone else what to do. Hell, maybe later or next time, S'rahz would let him do one or the other to him. He didn't care which, but he got the feeling the other would be good at it. Sexy while doing it, too.
He groans, and his hips shift forward, and he really, really likes that hand rough in his hair. Eben groans again, a needy whimper into S'rhaz's mouth, when he finally does kiss him. His lips are firm, and there's something there, a little hint of what's to come, that has Eben almost squirming where he stands. The hand down his back, the nip at his lip, it all makes him feel a touch desperate, and he breaks the kiss, if only to whisper low and breathily.]
My bed, S'rahz, it's right there. Right behind us.
[Eben pulls slightly, trying to shift them backwards towards the bed. It would be better there, gravity would help press them together more firmly.]
[That small, needy whimper into his mouth is enough to have S'rahz throwing his slow resolve out of the window, gasping lightly when Eben breaks the kiss to mutter a few words. At this rate the morning would be on them before they'd even started. S'rahz briefly and quickly weighs his options. He could just shove Eben down onto the bed and straddle him, or go for one last tease to see if he can shatter that almost-calm demeanor the other is exuding.
S'rahz can't resist a challenge and so he opts for the latter, letting Eben tug him towards the bed before pulling the mans hands off of him with a grin, just about purring his words out with a low rumble.] Oh, allow me.
[The Miqo'te steps to one side, heading towards the bed as he slowly crawls onto it, pale skin stretching taut over lithe muscle. Every single move as he makes his way up the bed is a tease, from his curved back to how his ass is slightly up in the air. Even his tail is curling lazily and S'rahz peers back over his shoulder before giving out another low groan, turning to lay on his back and throwing his best come hither gaze.] So are you going to pin me down and fuck me or what?
[Eben's hands go to his hips, eyes narrowed in on S'rahz.
When he'd pulled away from him, and moved towards the bed, he hadn't been sure what the other was up to. Not until he crawled onto the bed, all lean and sexy, moving in a way that was meant to tease Eben. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and kneels on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.]
Didn't know you were so... forward. I like it.
[Eben smirks, and crawls between S'rahz's legs, hands resting at his thighs. It's only for a moment, he'd had enough teasing, and he wants full length body contact now. He nudges the other's thighs apart, and lays between them, lining their bodies up the best he can as he comes down over him. He rests his elbows on either side of him, and slips his hands under his arms to grip his shoulders from behind.]
How's this? [To punctuate his words, he grinds their bodies, their cocks, together, using the leverage of his grip to make the rhythm insistent and firm.]
[And wasn't that the truth. If they weren't forward then the night would probably be a bust, or they'd just be feeling each other up for the majority of it. This way they'd get what they wanted even if it was a blunt way of doing so.
S'rahz can't help but bite his lower lip when Eben finally kneels on the edge of the bed, watching with sheer intent as he shifts to accommodate the other. He raises one knee to bend as the other tangles with Eben's legs, loving the way they fit together, the skin on skin contact enough to get a shiver of anticipation from the Miqo'te. Eben was stockier than S'rahz's usual Miqo'te lovers, and the blond can't help but run both hands back down the hume's spine as he hums his appreciation out. He was definitely looking forwards to this.]
Perf- ah! [S'rahz's words cut off with a gasp, the noise turning into a groan as Eben starts to grind against him. It's enough to have S'rahz's blood heating up in a flash and he's instantly rolling his hips back against the other, hands pressing down just above Eben's ass as he tries to get more of that delicious friction against his aching cock. Now the bravado is gone, yellow ears completely flicked back, cheeks flushed as S'rahz lets out another low moan.] Just like that. Please.
[Eben liked to put on a show, but if he was being honest, and he wasn't going to be - vocally - right now. He'd have to tell S'rahz that he hadn't done this very often before. And that, no matter how into all of it that he was, he wasn't always sure what to do next. Should he kiss him, touch his tail, grind on him? They were all valid options, and he was going to do or was already doing all three of them.
Damn, that's what he wants to say. What he wants to groan out between gasps as S'rahz grips him and pulls him in tighter, helping to guide their bodies in fluid, grinding motions.]
I.. S'rahz, man.
[He rolls his hips, practically rutting his hips into the other's, wanting him to feel even a fraction of what Eben was feeling. Lowering his head, he uses his nose to nuzzle the underside of S'rhaz's jaw, nudging his head back so Eben could trail kisses up and down the length of his neck.]
[There's an absolute thrill in how Eben feels against his body right now, in the way that the other is pressing him down against the mattress of the bed as they move together. Each movement is enough to draw soft gasps and groans from the miqo'te, each one having S'rahz just about writhing to get closer as he digs nails in to scratch lightly at Eben's back.
At the words from Eben a single yellow ear flicks upright before flattening back against S'rahz's skull. He happily tilts his head back to give the other full access to his neck, relishing in the feel of stubble against pale, sensitive skin for a good few moments. It isn't too difficult to sense the indirection from Eben, and S'rahz knows he's going to have to give a few good pointers if they're going to get anywhere. As hot and sinful as frotting is, the blond is wholly intent on getting laid that night and so he reaches out to the side with one hand, blindly searching for a drawer stand and just about pulling the entire drawer out in his haste. S'rahz rummages around, pausing only at another rock of the hips as he groans again, fingers seizing around what he hopes is a bottle of lube and pressing the item against Eben's side.]
Eben. Lube. [Just getting those two words out is difficult, the blond panting between gasps.]
The bottle, it wasn't lube. He hadn't expected to bring anyone home with him, no matter how hopeful he had been that it would happen.]
Oh, man. Hold on okay.
[This was clumsy, and ill prepared, and it ashamed him.
He takes the bottle of hair product - his room was small and it was the only place to store it - and reluctantly pulls away from S'rahz. He scrambles to the edge of the bed, and practically runs out of the bedroom. When he returns, the bottle is open, arm extended as he walks quickly back over.]
Here, sorry.
[Leaning forward, he crawls back onto the bed, and pushes the bottle into S'rahz's hand, pressing apologetic kisses up his arm and across his chest.]
[S'rahz watches with an incredulous look when Eben actually apologizes and hastily retreats to the bathroom with the bottle of hair product. Had that just actually happened? It takes a second to sink in that yes it had just happened, and the blond can't hide the amused grin on his face, placing a hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh threatening to escape. Eben seemed mortified and he didn't want to rock the boat by having the other think that he was laughing at him.
Still he can't help but look inherently amused when the other gets back, icy blues glinting with humor and just a hint of forgiveness when Eben finally crawls back over to him.]
No harm done. [S'rahz just about purrs the words out, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of lips up and along his arm and chest. And then he realizes that Eben has given the bottle of lube to him, and the miqo'te realizes that despite his strong game in the bar, the other is more than likely floundering and only giving it away in subconscious actions. Right then. S'rahz knows he'll have to give some direction. He's wanted this from the moment Eben ran the back of his hand along his arm, and no way is he going to let the human chicken out now. And so he reaches out to place hands on Eben's shoulders, firmly pushing the guy onto his back and taking only a split second before straddling his hips with ease. It's enough to drag a groan out of the blond as he rocks against Eben once, taking a moment to enjoy his new point of view.]
Hm, not bad. [Lips curl into another smirk, S'rahz arching his back slightly before shifting down a little, already pouring some of the lube onto his fingers. This part is always fun and S'rahz can't help but lick his lips as he gets to work in slicking Eben up, hand generously stroking the other's cock from base to tip before repeating the action, eyes focused on Eben's face to catch and watch the reactions.]
[Eben huffs out a breath when he's pushed over onto his back, and quickly adjusts his legs to accomodate S'rahz as he straddles him. He reaches up to settle his hands at his hips, and groans when the other grinds down against him once.]
Thanks.
[His lips curve, and he pulls his hips in a little, groaning again at the feel of their bodies pressed together.]
Not so bad yourself.
[He leans back, shivering when S'rahz begins to stroke his cock, hips canting up unconsciously. Eben's eyelashes flutter, and he lets his head fall back as the other's hand moves over him.
There was a moment when he wonders if the other is okay with all of this. Taking control and leading a little. Eben knows he comes on strong at first, and then is wary, but he catches on quick and most of the time his inexperience isn't noticed. From the way the other is straddling him, touching his cock, he guesses that S'rahz is quite alright with all of this.]
[If there had been an issue S'rahz would have been long gone by now. No, he was enjoying the sight of Eben's eyes fluttering closed, almost greedily taking in what he's seeing as he slowly moves his hand up and down to slick the other up well. If S'rahz cared about experience he would leave. Instead he's more interested in Eben than what he can do, free hand smoothing up and over the other's abdomen as he slowly explores.]
Good. [It's a short reply but there wasn't anything else needed when it came to complimenting each other's physique. S'rahz is pretty sure the feel of each other's hardness is testimony to that and after a good few minutes S'rahz pulls his hand from Eben's stomach, slicking it up as he reaches behind himself to press fingers against his own entrance. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but it'll do as long as he can keep his hand working slowly at Eben's cock. He doesn't want to miss one second of the other's reactions and a little discomfort will be fine in the long run if it gets things moving. Thankfully preparing himself doesn't take too long and now S'rahz is pulling both hands away, giving them a quick wipe as he shifts one last time to lay by Eben's side. Everything was starting to feel urgent now, icy blue eyes now dark with sheer lust and want as S'rahz rakes his gaze quickly up and down Eben's frame. If the other doesn't take charge now S'rahz knows he'll just have to literally jump Eben.]
Come on then. I want you on top so I can wrap my legs around you....
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The world, its inhabitants, everything. The way they spoke to each other, and how the people here treated one another; the carelessness they showed in respects to their home. He was slowly acclimating to the way the universe worked, how small him and his planet were in comparison, and how little he actually knew.
But, he was adaptable. Eben had realized pretty quickly how to fit in, no matter the world or the type of people there, and he was adept at adjusting. This world was no different than the few before it, he'd settled in easily to this way of life, and even though he wasn't sure how long he was going to stick around, he still made the best of his current situation.
He'd seen more uniqueness and individuality in the past few months than he had his whole life, but he was still intrigued by it every time.
This time, though. It came in the form of a light skinned man, with pointy ears -that moved- and a long tail. Green coat, belts, and these marks on his face. It was the marks that got his attention, and that were something familiar to him. The markings were something typical of those from his home, and he finds himself watching the stranger from across the room. He sends him a drink. Then another. No acknowledgment. And then he sees someone else talking to the guy, no, two people, and, for whatever reason, he feels a little jealous.
It's not in his nature to feel that way, so he decides to do something about it.]
Excuse me.
[Eben had left his seat and drink behind, and had, more rudely than he'd intended, wiggled his way in between S'rahz and the two others. He gives them a quick, get lost kind of look -which they surprisingly do- and he leans up against the bar next to him.]
Mind if I join you?
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So naturally the bar was going to fix it. Miqo'te weren't the kind to stick to a single partner, and whilst S'rahz wasn't fully intending on pulling anyone that night, he suddenly finds himself the recipient of a lot of drinks. The bartender is already amused, letting the summoner know there's literally enough drinks on hold for him to keep the guy for the evening without needing to open his coin bag. Icy blues take check of the people around him, managing to catch sight of Eben when the other is distracted in buying him another round. Stubbly, almost average somehow, but not bad for a hume. S'rahz has to wonder if he's even going to bother with anyone in the bar though. Maybe it would be a good distraction as he waits for his nunh to get back from sailing? It wasn't like he would complain when S'rahz is pretty sure the other has his own people to hit up in ports. There's at least some distraction in the form of two others, one of them touchy feely in all kinds of ways. Not that it disturbs S'rahz; that one is one of his staff members, the guy is married and a natural flirt. Straight as an arrow to boot.
Excuse me. Yellow ears tick back at the sound of Eben's voice, eyes peering up as the guy just about wedges himself in between him and the others. Really now? S'rahz has to wonder what goes through the minds of others, and now is no exception. At least the view is decent from a closer vantage point, much more decent, ears flicking once as his tail slowly swipes the air. One hand stays around the glass of liquor he's been working his way through, and it's more than likely that which saves Eben from a verbal assault.]
It looks like you already did? [Even as S'rahz is talking his staff member is gearing up to leave, not at all interested in getting on some hume's bad side. It doesn't stop the guy from bidding the blond good night, touch on S'rahz's arm lingering longer that it should have. And even as Eben and the miqo'te start to talk, there are still drinks making their way over from other patrons in the bar.]
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He sees the tail, but, to keep from sensory overload, Eben focuses on one thing at a time. Right now, it's the markings on the strangers cheeks.]
Yeah, guess so.
[Eben turns and gets into the seat next to him, missing the lingering touch, but he doesn't miss the offering of drinks from other people in the bar. He figures he has his work cut out for him, the guy was popular, but he didn't blame the other patrons, he'd caught his eye, too.]
I'm Eben. [He touches two fingers to his right shoulder then swipes down and out - a greeting from his world- and shifts in the seat so he's facing him more.]
If it's alright, I'd like to talk a bit. Ya' know. Find out your name, maybe what those marks on your face are from.
[He barely stops to breathe before continuing.]
Were you born with them? Or did someone give 'em to you?
[Eben's not purposefully intrusive, just overly curious.]
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The hand motion gets a slightly curious look and nothing more, S'rahz taking a sip of his drink as he slowly realizes that this hume really hasn't seen a miqo'te before. How did that even happen? Had he been living under a rock or something? The blond at least gives a nod back at what he assumes is a greeting motion. On a normal day he'd not be one for keeping company, preferring his own, but there's something about the fact that Eben doesn't seem to know what he is that holds S'rahz's attention.]
S'rahz. [Marks on his face? He raises a hand to touch at the lines on one side. They've been there so long that S'rahz barely even remembers that they're there. Eben will get answers for now though; S'rahz isn't used to answering such things and the speed at which they're being asked is catching him unawares, tail curling as he thinks of how to answer.]
All male miqo'te have them, sunseekers and moonkeepers. They show up when we come of age. I suppose you could say I got them from my father.
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[He whispers it once to himself, then a second time a little lighter, his tongue running over and wetting his lower lip unconsciously as he gets a feel for the name. Eben knows that names vary and are unique from place to place, but he repeats it anyways, sealing the sound of it to the face in front of him.
Eben leans forward, habitually wanting to be closer, but cautious enough of physical contact that he keeps himself far enough away to stop any accidental touching. He watches the hand raise to S'rahz's face, listening intently, and eyes quickly squinting and relaxing at the mention of miqo'te, sunseekers and moonkeepers.
Genetics, in a sense, Eben could understand. They didn't have all that terminology, it just wasn't something studied anymore where he was from, but he knew that the parents passed on certain traits. He looked like his mom; except for the beard, which causes his face to crack into a wide smile. Picturing his mom with a beard amusing to him.]
Oh, yeah. Okay. I understand. I like 'em. I've got marks of my own. I was born with them, and I guess they sort of came from my father, too.
[A longer pause this time, and a slow breath as he tries to relax; he rolls his shoulders, settling into the new environment that was talking to S'rahz.]
Which are you? A sunseeker or a moonkeeper. What does that mean? [A beat, and then he asks so he doesn't forget.] Are you from here? This planet, I mean.
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Alright then, the guy had some humor to him, that was more than most in the bar and he gives the room a quick look. There's no-one else interesting around and due to that alone S'rahz is fine giving Eben his full, undivided attention. If the other even cares to look close enough he'll be able to see that S'rahz's eyes are feline-esque as well, the pupils more slits than circular.]
It isn't like they'll rub off. Nice of your parents to give you something to keep. [The close proximity is not a problem, the blond leaning ever so slightly closer as he rests his chin on a hand, elbow propped on the bar and it's close enough now for accidental touching should either feel the need. For now his tail will coil slowly around the bar stool, settling down from the swaying from before. This guy was so curious and there's something about it that S'rahz can't resist, unable to help but answer all the questions as he wonders what the other will ask next. The fact Eben is easy on the eyes too does not go unnoticed either.]
Sunseeker. And it's just a sub-division of my race, I guess. We're native here. My name ties into it as well, if you're that curious. It is spelled with an apostrophe after the first letter, so an S then apostrophe then an R. All Sunseeker males have a name that is a First letter, apostrophe than the rest. Moonseekers have the apostrophes towards the end of their names. They're also much paler and have different eyes and markings.
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Never really thought of it like that.
[His mouth opens, a flash of surprise flitting across his features at the thought. Eben liked the idea that they were a gift from his parents, made him feel more connected to them, made the vines feel special. When he releases his breath, his lips puff out, and he smiles, corners of his eyes crinkling, increasingly delighted with S'rahz.]
So, your markings. They're unique to you? Nobody else's face looks quite like yours.
[He realizes he's not asking on the last part, sort of an off handed and distracted compliment. Eben's not always so obvious, and sometimes he says things without being aware that he's talking. He never means anything by it, he's just never had so many opportunities to express himself as he does now, and he's not always certain how to do it.
But, flirting. He's picked up a little of that, and he enjoys every minute of it.]
S'rahz. The Sunseeker. I like that a lot.
[Eben slides forward on his stool, arm dropping to rest along the edge of the bar, the tip of one finger gently tapping at the surface. His hand is close to S'rahz's arm, but he only looks down at the position of his arm briefly before he raises his eyes to meet the other's.]
If you're native to this world, does that mean you live somewhere near here.
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Most males have them, but they have subtle differences. But then it's not like I pay that much attention to them when I'm that close to someone. [The smirk doesn't even fade when Eben asks about his accommodation, though inside the summoner knows he has to be very careful about now. His mate T'arren has some unsavory kinds after him, and taking someone back to their place could be a nightmare.]
Really now? I might do, and I might not. What about you? Surely you have somewhere in mind since you came over here. [S'rahz keeps his tone of voice teasing, reaching out to grab one of the spare drinks bought for him and sliding it over to the other. If Eben is paying attention he'll notice that not only are S'rahz's gloves red, but that the fingers of them on one are longer than the other, one cut off at the first set of knuckles, the other near the tips.] Seems like you forgot your drink too.
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Now, that was something S'rahz would have to explain a little slower, if he were inclined to explain at all. Eben's world doesn't have magic, at least not that kind, and he's never been exposed to it. Well, maybe he has, but just didn't know it was called magic.]
I'd look. If I were close enough to see the markings.
[But, that was him, and he was close enough to see the markings. S'rahz's at least. Eben could stand to be a lot closer, but this was fine for now.]
There's a public place I'm staying at, we should go there.
[It was a nice room, he thought, and S'rahz might be comfortable there. He'd decided, with that open and teasing comment, that he should just put it out there. S'rahz knows why Eben came over here, why beat around the bush. He nods at the drink, but he doesn't take it. Alcohol took away his clarity, and he'd already had enough. Eben wanted to remain sharp, remember all of this.
He sees the other's fingers, a slight eye flick down and back up, but doesn't ask, and probably never will. Eben tips his hand to the side, the back of his fingers brushing S'rahz's arm.]
If you want.
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At some point you'll have to show me where all your markings are. [The touch at his arm merely reaffirms the tia's thoughts, S'rahz getting to his feet and not at all feeling bothered by the fact that as a miqo'te he's not the tallest. At around 5'8" the summoner is classed as tall for his race and the young miqo'te carries himself well enough to not be bothered by it. And instead of just heading out the door, S'rahz moves to walk past Eben, purposefully brushing against him side to side as he does. And if Eben was pointedly ignoring the tail he's not going to get a chance to now, S'rahz making sure it briefly trails up and along the other's side in invitation as he peers back over his shoulder.] Lead the way.
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Oh, I'll show you all of 'em.
[He starts to slide off the stool, stopping to let S'rahz pass him, but, he pauses, body tensing at the movement of the tail. Eben looks down, watching it slide up his side, and, if they hadn't been in public, he would have touched it right then and there. He lifts his eyes, chest rising and falling a little faster, and Eben tips his head to the side, corner of his mouth curving up.]
Alright. Follow me.
[His feet hit the ground, and he turns from S'rahz, paying the bar tab. When finished, he gives the miqo'te a small, almost shy, smile and nods towards the door.
It's a relatively short walk to the building where he's staying, and he makes certain to keep pace with the other the whole time. He doesn't talk much, preferring to only point out places he's been and likes along the way. When they reach his room, he takes his jacket off and tosses it aside.]
It's not much, but it works. Want a drink or something?
[Did he even have a drink to offer him?]
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He listens to what Eben has to say about random places as they head back to the other's residence, nodding as he mulls over how the evening will go. The thrill of the unknown is starting to kick in. What would Eben even be like during the night? S'rahz can't tell and just that thought has him licking his lips in anticipation.
The room gets a cursory look, blue eyes doing a quick sweep of it as he shrugs his own coat off, leaving a white tunic shirt underneath. A drink though? S'rahz peers up at the human, tail swiping the air in tune with a rhythm only S'rahz can hear.]
If I wanted a drink I'd have stayed at the bar. [There's only a split second of hesitation before the blond snags a handful of Eben's shirt to try and tug the other down for a kiss.]
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[He turns back to face S'rahz, mouth curving into a small smirk; it was down to business then. Eben doesn't have to make the first move, which surprised him, but he decides pretty quickly he likes it. When the other grabs his shirt and pulls him down for a kiss, Eben obliges, happy to.
His lips part, slowly pushing at S'rahz's mouth with his own, and tugging at his lower lip, he slides his hands up and over his shoulders. Eben kisses him like this, neither increasing or lessening the exuberance of his movements for at least a minute, or so he thinks its been that long. Leaning back, reluctantly breaking the kiss, he moves a hand up to the blond's chin. He runs his thumb over it, then his lip, then pushes his chin down with his thumb. Mouth slightly ajar, he tips down to kiss him again, taking his lip in between both of his and sucking on it.
Idly, he wonders if his beard bothers S'rahz, it did some but not all.]
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Did the beard bother him though? Not at all, it was just another sensation to add to the list of things that evening, though perhaps afterwards S'rahz would sigh at the stubble rash it marks him with. For now he's completely into it, and the tia tilts his head back up, fingers curling at the nape of Eben's neck as he parts his lips in invitation, curious and full of anticipation to see if Eben would deepen the kiss.]
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Eben picked up on the body language of others, and S'rahz's reactions to his kisses weren't missed. If anything, it made Eben want this more than he had before, just knowing that the blond groaning beneath his lips wanted this just as much.
He lets a hand start to roam over S'rahz's chest, and down further over his stomach and behind to his back. It was almost as if Eben were mapping out the blond's body, feeling his muscles, the curves and hard lines. His fingers dip down a little farther, mouth still pressing, and tongue dragging over S'rahz's lower lip, swiping across his tongue. When his hand finds what it was searching for, his touches are tentative, testing, and he lets them drag across the base of his tail. He'd wanted to do that since he first saw him, was afraid of the reaction he'd get, but the way the blond pressed his body against him, and the way he responded to his kisses, have made him bold.]
Is that okay?
[He waits for a response, verbal or physical, then moves his hand a little farther along his tail.]
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When a hand moves against the base of his tail the reaction is instantaneous, S'rahz already breaking the kiss, eyes closed as he moans softly. There's always something about the way it felt when others paid attention to that area, especially when they started to tug and pull, and S'rahz is already instinctively pressing back against Eben's hand as his tail slowly curls around it before uncoiling lazily. Ears flick downwards once, and when S'rahz opens his eyes he peers back up at Eben with slightly flushed cheeks and a heated gaze. He can't even talk properly anymore, voice almost rasping with need as he answers the question.] Yes. More than okay.
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He pulls back when the other does, eyes flicking down and expression somewhat awestruck. Eben was acutely aware of others in situations like these, and each time he discovered how to make another emit sounds like the one S'rahz just did, it made, well, it made him feel alive. It was a part of what made him react so intensely, the want to hear those sounds until either one or both of them didn't have the strength to make even the slightest noise.
Eben tilts forward, pressing his mouth to the corner of S'rhaz's lips, then a little higher at the marking under his eye. It was his way of showing his new partner that he appreciated each and every little sound, and kiss, and touch.
Then he steps back, arms bending at the elbow and raised above his head, he grabs his shirt behind his back, pulling up and wiggling out of it. It's not the most graceful movement, but as soon as it's off, he's got his hands right where they were. One at S'rhaz's hip, pulling him against him, the other running down what part of his tail that he can reach, and he's got his lips parted again, kissing him a little more roughly than before.]
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Hands are already reaching for skin as S'rahz starts to kiss back just as roughly, lips pressing hard as he decides to throw in a nip here and there at Eben's lower lip. And if sounds were something Eben was enthralled by, then he'd be thrilled to know that S'rahz was always going to be vocal when it came to this thing, the blond humming lightly in the back of his throat as a hand runs along his tail again. He's all for exploring now there's skin on display and S'rahz is already smoothing hands down Eben's back, quietly delighting in the feel of skin and muscle as he follows the man's spine before dragging his hands forwards to tug lightly at the waist of his pants. It wasn't even to get them off, but more of a request that they should definitely get moving towards the bedroom and ramp up the tempo. And just in case Eben doesn't get the memo the tia rocks his hips against Eben's shamelessly, groaning none too quietly against the other's lips at the friction.]
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Okay, okay. My room, or the couch, or somewhere other than here.
[He reluctantly releases the other's tail, fingers lazily grazing it as he leaves it, and Eben steps back, but not alone, no, his fingers twist at the fabric of S'rahz's shirt, pulling it, and the blond, towards him with every step backwards he takes.]
Down the hall.
[Not sure why he said it instead of just taking them there, he shakes his head, and leans back in for a kiss. A few more steps have them nearer the bedroom. He knows where he's going, which steps to take, and he grins at the other, quite enjoying himself.]
Or over there. You decide.
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This was probably the best idea in a long time, and for a short moment in time S'rahz barely even registers the comment. Somewhere. The fact there's an option has S'rahz shivering, following as he's tugged slowly forwards with each of Eben's backward steps. The question of where is a good one, there are so many choices that the blond is almost confused with it. The floor, the couch? Wall? It's hard to concentrate when Eben steals another kiss, the tia just about forgetting there was even a question as he presses his lips back firmly, one hand going to scratch along Eben's jaw.
Bedroom. It had to be the bedroom. At least then they could get up to what they wanted and not have to worry about aches and pains. That and the other choices could be taken up afterwards, and the blond pulls back from the kiss and gives another smirk, placing both hands on Eben's chest and pushing forwards lightly.]
Bedroom Now.
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Ohh, bossy huh?
[He kinda liked that, hell, he really liked that. S'rahz had his permission to be as controlling as he wanted. Smirking, he nods towards the bedroom, and turns away from the other.]
After me then.
[Eben struts down the hallway, because there was no way he was going to walk normally when he had an audience, and when he reaches his bedroom, he slowly pushes the door open, giving the other time to catch up. Once inside, he unlatches his jeans, and pushes them down and over his hips. Hands at his waist, he cocks his head to the side, a playful expression on his face.]
You're still awfully dressed buddy.
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If I waited for you to remove them then we'd be here all day. [The blond merely raises his eyebrows, lips still curled to show there's no spite in that comment as he quickly shrugs his tunic off. There's absolutely no shame in the miqo'te race over being naked, and S'rahz swiftly kicks his boots off before removing his pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. As a miqo'te he's all lean muscle, lithe body and pale skin, yellow tail idly flicking through the air as the tia just about stalks over. The second he reaches Eben, S'rahz is already pressing back up against the other's chest, arms twining loosely around the human's neck as he lets his lips hover a fraction away from Eben's. The feel of skin on skin is heady enough, and with the make-out from before Eben would be able to easily feel that S'rahz is already half hard, and the blond is just about purring keenly.]
Not a problem anymore, right?
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He was excitable, and he liked undressing his partners, carefully and deliberately taking his time. That slow exposure of skin, bit by bit getting to take it all in. But, there was something about the other person undressing themselves instead. Meant he could stand there, hands on his hips, and eyes wide as he takes it all in.
The miqo'te was lean, Eben's eyes moving over him, catching the tail moving, and he's about to make a comment, state his appreciation for S'rahz's fine form, when the other crosses the room and pulls him in close again. The words fade away and he rests his hands at S'rahz's hips, eyes moving over his face, marks to lips, ears and back to his marks.]
No, you took care of the problem. Why don't you just kiss me.
[Eben's all serious now, body shifting forward to unconsciously press against the other's.]
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[It's not even a lie and one that Eben would be able to see through easily, S'rahz's body shuddering lightly when the demand is made. If the blond really wanted to be bossy he would just outright demand back, tell Eben to stop messing around and just fuck him already, but the slow build up was exceptional enough to have S'rahz going along with it, teeth sinking into his lower lip when he feels Eben pressing back up against him. The blue gaze he gives the human is almost coy, teasing in every way as he threads his fingers through the hair at the back of Eben's head none too gently.
When he leans up to take Eben's lips there's nothing coy or teasing about it, lips firmly pressing against the other's with almost a hint of desperation. Compared to before it's rougher and not nearly as held together as S'rahz would like it to be, his unoccupied hand already smoothing down along Eben's spine to start his own exploring. S'rahz lets it trail further down until resting at the base of Eben's spine, nails digging in a little to scratch lightly, a brief tease of what he could do later when they're in the middle of it. The nip to Eben's lower lip isn't light this time, and S'rahz groans against his soon to be lover's mouth as he rocks his hips again, already sounding as needy as he was feeling at the friction against his cock. If he could somehow talk without breaking the kiss then S'rahz would, but for now he'll settle for running his hand over the curve of Eben's ass, pulling the other against him as he blatantly admires the other's form.]
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Being told what to do and telling someone else what to do. Hell, maybe later or next time, S'rahz would let him do one or the other to him. He didn't care which, but he got the feeling the other would be good at it. Sexy while doing it, too.
He groans, and his hips shift forward, and he really, really likes that hand rough in his hair. Eben groans again, a needy whimper into S'rhaz's mouth, when he finally does kiss him. His lips are firm, and there's something there, a little hint of what's to come, that has Eben almost squirming where he stands. The hand down his back, the nip at his lip, it all makes him feel a touch desperate, and he breaks the kiss, if only to whisper low and breathily.]
My bed, S'rahz, it's right there. Right behind us.
[Eben pulls slightly, trying to shift them backwards towards the bed. It would be better there, gravity would help press them together more firmly.]
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S'rahz can't resist a challenge and so he opts for the latter, letting Eben tug him towards the bed before pulling the mans hands off of him with a grin, just about purring his words out with a low rumble.] Oh, allow me.
[The Miqo'te steps to one side, heading towards the bed as he slowly crawls onto it, pale skin stretching taut over lithe muscle. Every single move as he makes his way up the bed is a tease, from his curved back to how his ass is slightly up in the air. Even his tail is curling lazily and S'rahz peers back over his shoulder before giving out another low groan, turning to lay on his back and throwing his best come hither gaze.] So are you going to pin me down and fuck me or what?
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When he'd pulled away from him, and moved towards the bed, he hadn't been sure what the other was up to. Not until he crawled onto the bed, all lean and sexy, moving in a way that was meant to tease Eben. He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and kneels on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.]
Didn't know you were so... forward. I like it.
[Eben smirks, and crawls between S'rahz's legs, hands resting at his thighs. It's only for a moment, he'd had enough teasing, and he wants full length body contact now. He nudges the other's thighs apart, and lays between them, lining their bodies up the best he can as he comes down over him. He rests his elbows on either side of him, and slips his hands under his arms to grip his shoulders from behind.]
How's this? [To punctuate his words, he grinds their bodies, their cocks, together, using the leverage of his grip to make the rhythm insistent and firm.]
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[And wasn't that the truth. If they weren't forward then the night would probably be a bust, or they'd just be feeling each other up for the majority of it. This way they'd get what they wanted even if it was a blunt way of doing so.
S'rahz can't help but bite his lower lip when Eben finally kneels on the edge of the bed, watching with sheer intent as he shifts to accommodate the other. He raises one knee to bend as the other tangles with Eben's legs, loving the way they fit together, the skin on skin contact enough to get a shiver of anticipation from the Miqo'te. Eben was stockier than S'rahz's usual Miqo'te lovers, and the blond can't help but run both hands back down the hume's spine as he hums his appreciation out. He was definitely looking forwards to this.]
Perf- ah! [S'rahz's words cut off with a gasp, the noise turning into a groan as Eben starts to grind against him. It's enough to have S'rahz's blood heating up in a flash and he's instantly rolling his hips back against the other, hands pressing down just above Eben's ass as he tries to get more of that delicious friction against his aching cock. Now the bravado is gone, yellow ears completely flicked back, cheeks flushed as S'rahz lets out another low moan.] Just like that. Please.
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Damn, that's what he wants to say. What he wants to groan out between gasps as S'rahz grips him and pulls him in tighter, helping to guide their bodies in fluid, grinding motions.]
I.. S'rahz, man.
[He rolls his hips, practically rutting his hips into the other's, wanting him to feel even a fraction of what Eben was feeling. Lowering his head, he uses his nose to nuzzle the underside of S'rhaz's jaw, nudging his head back so Eben could trail kisses up and down the length of his neck.]
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At the words from Eben a single yellow ear flicks upright before flattening back against S'rahz's skull. He happily tilts his head back to give the other full access to his neck, relishing in the feel of stubble against pale, sensitive skin for a good few moments. It isn't too difficult to sense the indirection from Eben, and S'rahz knows he's going to have to give a few good pointers if they're going to get anywhere. As hot and sinful as frotting is, the blond is wholly intent on getting laid that night and so he reaches out to the side with one hand, blindly searching for a drawer stand and just about pulling the entire drawer out in his haste. S'rahz rummages around, pausing only at another rock of the hips as he groans again, fingers seizing around what he hopes is a bottle of lube and pressing the item against Eben's side.]
Eben. Lube. [Just getting those two words out is difficult, the blond panting between gasps.]
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The bottle, it wasn't lube. He hadn't expected to bring anyone home with him, no matter how hopeful he had been that it would happen.]
Oh, man. Hold on okay.
[This was clumsy, and ill prepared, and it ashamed him.
He takes the bottle of hair product - his room was small and it was the only place to store it - and reluctantly pulls away from S'rahz. He scrambles to the edge of the bed, and practically runs out of the bedroom. When he returns, the bottle is open, arm extended as he walks quickly back over.]
Here, sorry.
[Leaning forward, he crawls back onto the bed, and pushes the bottle into S'rahz's hand, pressing apologetic kisses up his arm and across his chest.]
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Still he can't help but look inherently amused when the other gets back, icy blues glinting with humor and just a hint of forgiveness when Eben finally crawls back over to him.]
No harm done. [S'rahz just about purrs the words out, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of lips up and along his arm and chest. And then he realizes that Eben has given the bottle of lube to him, and the miqo'te realizes that despite his strong game in the bar, the other is more than likely floundering and only giving it away in subconscious actions. Right then. S'rahz knows he'll have to give some direction. He's wanted this from the moment Eben ran the back of his hand along his arm, and no way is he going to let the human chicken out now. And so he reaches out to place hands on Eben's shoulders, firmly pushing the guy onto his back and taking only a split second before straddling his hips with ease. It's enough to drag a groan out of the blond as he rocks against Eben once, taking a moment to enjoy his new point of view.]
Hm, not bad. [Lips curl into another smirk, S'rahz arching his back slightly before shifting down a little, already pouring some of the lube onto his fingers. This part is always fun and S'rahz can't help but lick his lips as he gets to work in slicking Eben up, hand generously stroking the other's cock from base to tip before repeating the action, eyes focused on Eben's face to catch and watch the reactions.]
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Thanks.
[His lips curve, and he pulls his hips in a little, groaning again at the feel of their bodies pressed together.]
Not so bad yourself.
[He leans back, shivering when S'rahz begins to stroke his cock, hips canting up unconsciously. Eben's eyelashes flutter, and he lets his head fall back as the other's hand moves over him.
There was a moment when he wonders if the other is okay with all of this. Taking control and leading a little. Eben knows he comes on strong at first, and then is wary, but he catches on quick and most of the time his inexperience isn't noticed. From the way the other is straddling him, touching his cock, he guesses that S'rahz is quite alright with all of this.]
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Good. [It's a short reply but there wasn't anything else needed when it came to complimenting each other's physique. S'rahz is pretty sure the feel of each other's hardness is testimony to that and after a good few minutes S'rahz pulls his hand from Eben's stomach, slicking it up as he reaches behind himself to press fingers against his own entrance. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but it'll do as long as he can keep his hand working slowly at Eben's cock. He doesn't want to miss one second of the other's reactions and a little discomfort will be fine in the long run if it gets things moving. Thankfully preparing himself doesn't take too long and now S'rahz is pulling both hands away, giving them a quick wipe as he shifts one last time to lay by Eben's side. Everything was starting to feel urgent now, icy blue eyes now dark with sheer lust and want as S'rahz rakes his gaze quickly up and down Eben's frame. If the other doesn't take charge now S'rahz knows he'll just have to literally jump Eben.]
Come on then. I want you on top so I can wrap my legs around you....