[ Kaeya protesting only really makes him want to do it more -- but he knows about the healing restriction, and Kaeya not wanting visible damage. with a disappointed sigh he lets up on the tension. it'll still be uncomfortable but Kaeya's not at risk of having his arm broken; instead Ardyn will press up closer to him, leaning his weight further on that arm. ]
How about a dislocation? Hmm? Something more ... temporary.
[It may not be a break but it sure hurts like one! Kaeya jerks, squeezing his eyes shut as he screams. His knees feel weak. His stomach turns. And he's so very, very turned on.]
[ there's another soft, pleased sigh out of Ardyn at hearing the scream -- that's more than he remembers getting out of Kaeya before and it's so pleasant to hear. he doesn't lessen up with his weight on the arm even after the dislocation, instead dipping his free hand to between Kaeya's legs to feel and see if he has an erection. ]
[He absolutely does. And if he weren't pinned he'd have fallen to his knees by now. His head is swimming, his legs are wobbling, and he can't stop whimpering.]
[ Ardyn murmurs thoughtfully, the heel of his palm pushing against the bulge of his erection through his pants as he changes his grip on the dislocated arm -- enough to shift it further, which probably does not feel great right now! ]
I've hardly seen this level of masochism before. Which is impressive!
By which I mean it feels horrible and he's making pathetic, agonised keening sounds while also pressing needily against that fondling hand. He'd refuse to comment, but emotional pain is important too, so with something nearing a sob he hoarsely whispers,]
[ emotional pain is important! the hand between Kaeya's legs stops rubbing but it's only to undo his pants, free his cock. some of his tentacles get in on the action, curling around Kayea's unharmed arm and his legs, pressing against his ass.
he lets go of the dislocated arm but doesn't leave it alone, instead sliding the grip up close to the shoulder itself. ]
[ Ardyn laughs, cruel, wrapping his hand around Kaeya's dick at the same time that he presses his other palm flat against that dislocated shoulder, right where the upper arm bone has popped out of the socket. ]
You can take your time. It is hardly as if we are run a rush.
[ Ardyn murmurs -- and there's a dark, smokey miasma coming from his fingers, burning against his skin where he touches. like cigarette burns in intensity, but that still probably stings! ]
I wonder if I could see ... I'm quite talented, you know.
It's just... so funny. So familiar and so, so hilarious. All he can do in response while this wound up is start laughing, absolutely hysterically.
Of course he's still feeling the pain and pleasure, so the giggles are peppered with gasps and whimpers, and he's bucking into Ardyn's hand with no will of his own.
His eye is glowing so brightly it's reflected off the wall, and his own foul, black miasma is starting to rise in wisps.]
[ that's certainly a reaction! he doesn't think it's one that comes out of nothing -- but he doesn't think he's going to get a coherent answer out of Kaeya in this state, either.
those burning fingertips curl around Kaeya's arm, this time leaving not only cigarette-but burns but marks with his whole palm as he jacks him off. at the angle he can lean down, too, sink his teeth into Kaeya's shoulder, hips pressed tight up enough against his backside the other man will hardly be able to move. ]
[Yeah he's lost it a bit. Still, he's as reactive as ever, wriggling between Ardyn and the wall, moaning at the pleasure and yelping at the pain. He's just also putting his forehead to the wall, trying somewhere in the maelstrom of emotions to find some thread of thought.]
As if... you can c-corru-- hh! Ah, yes-- corrupt... a man who's corrupted a-- a god.
Ah? Perhaps we have more in common than I thought.
[ he breaks the bite to speak, finally letting go of that dislocated arm but only to move that burning touch to the pleasing lines of Kaeya's waist, sucking hard into the mark he's left on his skin before he speaks. ]
I have corrupted a god. Surely ... you would not be immune?
I suppose ... That is true. You would be far less fun if you were mindless.
[ Ardyn doesn't seem need much recovery time; when he presses his hips up against Kaeya again he's hardening against his ass, cock thick against his cheeks. he still hasn't stopped moving his hand over Kaeya's own dick, even as his burning hand taps against his skin and the weight of his chest presses against the dislocated shoulder. ]
[He agrees. He's also shivering, emotions and physical sensations mixing violently inside his body. It's terrible. It's incredible. He wants to run. He wants to die like this.]
You're... gh... You're such a tease.
[He drops his head back onto Ardyn's shoulder, even though moving it hurts so bad. He wants to look up at him, with that corruption bright in his starry eyes. His lips are still a little swollen, his face still a mess, and the agony and desire are escaping him in shameless whines and panting.]
[ Ardyn chuckles -- deep, throaty, looking into that gaze of Kaeya's before he leans over him and kisses what he can of his face. the angle is a bit too awkward to make it a full-on kiss but he'll try as best as he can to give that lovely, pleading face his attention.
in the meantime he's letting go of Kaeya's cock entirely to move the hand to his own, brace it against Kaeya's ass and then push in. it's not going to be easy -- before they had at least a token attempt at preparation but now there's nothing, and even for Ardyn it's hardly pleasant to push in dry but Ardyn doesn't mind a little pain himself, especially when it's in combination with how tight and hot Kaeya is around him and how pleasant he sounds. ]
[It's pure instinct to lean away from that a bit, pressing himself harder against the wall and rising to his toes in the process. He doesn't really scream yet -- if only because it's so much he's strangled it into a high-pitched, frantic cry in the back of his throat.
It hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts--
Kaeya's eyes are tearing up from pain, but the flush bleeding down his neck is pure sex. This is it -- this pain, burning into his core, makes him feel right where he belongs.]
[ he hasn't known Kaeya for long -- but he already knows when he says that, without even seeing the flush, that that's exactly what he wants. for it to hurt, for it to sting. it would actually be a miracle if they ever had sex that didn't involve pain at this rate.
Ardyn groans as he fully sinks inside of him; even he has to settle for a moment there, to try to let Kaeya adjust some, his walls so tight and the friction almost unbearably rough around his cock. while he stills the tentacles almost seem to get jealous of the lack of attention they're receiving; one pushes Ardyn's hand off Kaeya's cock to curl around it, letting Ardyn wrap his arm around his waist instead, and two more try to get their way into Kayea's hands, a non-verbal plea to touch and stroke.
and another -- it drops down, thin tip pressing against Kaeya's already-stuffed hole, as if looking to find any sort of give to make its way inside him. ]
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How about a dislocation? Hmm? Something more ... temporary.
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[Mmn. He almost doesn't care. He wants to be broken. But he doesn't want to explain it...]
O-okay. Please do.
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[ he seems pleased to have gotten away with that -- and with a lean forward, and a sickening pop he dislocates Kaeya's arm at the shoulder. ]
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[ Ardyn murmurs thoughtfully, the heel of his palm pushing against the bulge of his erection through his pants as he changes his grip on the dislocated arm -- enough to shift it further, which probably does not feel great right now! ]
I've hardly seen this level of masochism before. Which is impressive!
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By which I mean it feels horrible and he's making pathetic, agonised keening sounds while also pressing needily against that fondling hand. He'd refuse to comment, but emotional pain is important too, so with something nearing a sob he hoarsely whispers,]
I deserve it.
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[ emotional pain is important! the hand between Kaeya's legs stops rubbing but it's only to undo his pants, free his cock. some of his tentacles get in on the action, curling around Kayea's unharmed arm and his legs, pressing against his ass.
he lets go of the dislocated arm but doesn't leave it alone, instead sliding the grip up close to the shoulder itself. ]
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[Complicated, and he's rather busy shuddering and squirming and whining at the moment.]
C-can't think--
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You can take your time. It is hardly as if we are run a rush.
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H-haa... It's... I don't want to...
[Talk about it, that is. Not in this scenario.]
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[ Ardyn murmurs -- and there's a dark, smokey miasma coming from his fingers, burning against his skin where he touches. like cigarette burns in intensity, but that still probably stings! ]
I wonder if I could see ... I'm quite talented, you know.
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What are you... t-talking-- nnm! --a-about?
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[ those burning fingertips trail down the dislocated arm, his other thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock, spreading any pre there ]
How does that sound? To be turned into a mindless beast -- to have you become a part of me?
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It's just... so funny. So familiar and so, so hilarious. All he can do in response while this wound up is start laughing, absolutely hysterically.
Of course he's still feeling the pain and pleasure, so the giggles are peppered with gasps and whimpers, and he's bucking into Ardyn's hand with no will of his own.
His eye is glowing so brightly it's reflected off the wall, and his own foul, black miasma is starting to rise in wisps.]
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those burning fingertips curl around Kaeya's arm, this time leaving not only cigarette-but burns but marks with his whole palm as he jacks him off. at the angle he can lean down, too, sink his teeth into Kaeya's shoulder, hips pressed tight up enough against his backside the other man will hardly be able to move. ]
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As if... you can c-corru-- hh! Ah, yes-- corrupt... a man who's corrupted a-- a god.
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[ he breaks the bite to speak, finally letting go of that dislocated arm but only to move that burning touch to the pleasing lines of Kaeya's waist, sucking hard into the mark he's left on his skin before he speaks. ]
I have corrupted a god. Surely ... you would not be immune?
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[His slim waist is pleasant to hold, and pleasant for him to have held. Idly he wonders what it'd feel like for that hand to burn right into his guts.
But mainly he's thinking about curses.]
Come on... It's-- n-no fun if I don't... don't know you're ruining me.
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[ Ardyn doesn't seem need much recovery time; when he presses his hips up against Kaeya again he's hardening against his ass, cock thick against his cheeks. he still hasn't stopped moving his hand over Kaeya's own dick, even as his burning hand taps against his skin and the weight of his chest presses against the dislocated shoulder. ]
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[He agrees. He's also shivering, emotions and physical sensations mixing violently inside his body. It's terrible. It's incredible. He wants to run. He wants to die like this.]
You're... gh... You're such a tease.
[He drops his head back onto Ardyn's shoulder, even though moving it hurts so bad. He wants to look up at him, with that corruption bright in his starry eyes. His lips are still a little swollen, his face still a mess, and the agony and desire are escaping him in shameless whines and panting.]
Shove that big cock inside me and-- a-ah!
...and make me scream, please.
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in the meantime he's letting go of Kaeya's cock entirely to move the hand to his own, brace it against Kaeya's ass and then push in. it's not going to be easy -- before they had at least a token attempt at preparation but now there's nothing, and even for Ardyn it's hardly pleasant to push in dry but Ardyn doesn't mind a little pain himself, especially when it's in combination with how tight and hot Kaeya is around him and how pleasant he sounds. ]
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It hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts--
Kaeya's eyes are tearing up from pain, but the flush bleeding down his neck is pure sex. This is it -- this pain, burning into his core, makes him feel right where he belongs.]
H-Hah! Gh... A-archons, yes, that hurts!
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Ardyn groans as he fully sinks inside of him; even he has to settle for a moment there, to try to let Kaeya adjust some, his walls so tight and the friction almost unbearably rough around his cock. while he stills the tentacles almost seem to get jealous of the lack of attention they're receiving; one pushes Ardyn's hand off Kaeya's cock to curl around it, letting Ardyn wrap his arm around his waist instead, and two more try to get their way into Kayea's hands, a non-verbal plea to touch and stroke.
and another -- it drops down, thin tip pressing against Kaeya's already-stuffed hole, as if looking to find any sort of give to make its way inside him. ]
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