[He bites down on the retort that he knows is pointless. I need no one to set me free. I am not the one who's trapped here.
It's sad. So very sad.
When the pressure starts to give, Solomon's breath hitches. When it reaches straight in with a confident grasp, a voiced groan follows it.
His hands ache to brace against the other man for balance, to touch and encourage. But his fists ball tight against his thighs, then open, then clench again in time with his shaking exhales.]
No holding back on me, now.
[A dare. If he was to parade so full in his words, then let him follow through in intent.]
[ It's certainly not hesitation that makes him stroke the rose stem for a moment longer than necessary before he begins to pull in earnest. ]
Oh, you already sound lovely like this...
[ It's basically a purr, let out as he leans in and locks their lips in a kiss. The rose inside loosens and slips back out along with Ainosuke's hand, still holding firmly onto it.
He let's the kiss linger a little longer than that, exploring the unfamiliar taste of a new partner, before drawing back so he can place the flower in Solomon's hair as the ritual requires.
[He takes up the kiss without hesitation, a comfortable and confident sort of energy in how he tries to coax that mouth open a little further against his. A sound of pleasure rises, heated and muffled against their lips with a shiver down his back, as the rosebud frees to open air and into Ainosuke's waiting grip. A deep, warm blue, like the depths of the sea.
The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?
[ Oh, this is perfect. To reach so deeply into another, to see what it does to them... Though Ainosuke holds nothing but spite for Father at this juncture, he really must appreciate the concept. His own eyes are hungry as they dart over Solomon, from his flower decoration to his lips, and finally to the edges of his top. ]
... of course, I will, my dear. It is not my intention to leave you wanting.
[ The stipulation on touch is not meant as a cruelty, nor as a test of restraint. For however twisted his definition thereof is, Ainosuke means it when he says he wants to please Solomon by putting the focus on him instead.
His fingers hook under the shirt, sliding over the skin below for a second, before moving to push it upward. He'd expected pale skin, perfect for his own claiming, but what he finds below is a greater surprise than he could have anticipated.
The strange scripture and symbolism reveals itself a little, and Ainosuke whistles. ]
There is much more to you than meets the eye, as well. How lovely you are...
[He lifts his arms just so, as though it's an invitation to continue, chuckling very lightly.]
No need to butter me up with just a glance. I might think you're being insincere.
[Carefully, he leans his arms to drape on either side of Ainosuke's neck - his hands folded together in the empty air behind his skull as Solomon leverages their faces closer together. Kiss him. Again. It's a dare with his eyes alone.]
Explore my secrets, then. Let me feel your curiosity.
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It's sad. So very sad.
When the pressure starts to give, Solomon's breath hitches. When it reaches straight in with a confident grasp, a voiced groan follows it.
His hands ache to brace against the other man for balance, to touch and encourage. But his fists ball tight against his thighs, then open, then clench again in time with his shaking exhales.]
No holding back on me, now.
[A dare. If he was to parade so full in his words, then let him follow through in intent.]
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[ It's certainly not hesitation that makes him stroke the rose stem for a moment longer than necessary before he begins to pull in earnest. ]
Oh, you already sound lovely like this...
[ It's basically a purr, let out as he leans in and locks their lips in a kiss. The rose inside loosens and slips back out along with Ainosuke's hand, still holding firmly onto it.
He let's the kiss linger a little longer than that, exploring the unfamiliar taste of a new partner, before drawing back so he can place the flower in Solomon's hair as the ritual requires.
Lovely, indeed. ]
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The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?
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... of course, I will, my dear. It is not my intention to leave you wanting.
[ The stipulation on touch is not meant as a cruelty, nor as a test of restraint. For however twisted his definition thereof is, Ainosuke means it when he says he wants to please Solomon by putting the focus on him instead.
His fingers hook under the shirt, sliding over the skin below for a second, before moving to push it upward. He'd expected pale skin, perfect for his own claiming, but what he finds below is a greater surprise than he could have anticipated.
The strange scripture and symbolism reveals itself a little, and Ainosuke whistles. ]
There is much more to you than meets the eye, as well. How lovely you are...
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No need to butter me up with just a glance. I might think you're being insincere.
[Carefully, he leans his arms to drape on either side of Ainosuke's neck - his hands folded together in the empty air behind his skull as Solomon leverages their faces closer together. Kiss him. Again. It's a dare with his eyes alone.]
Explore my secrets, then. Let me feel your curiosity.