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. ]
[It's true. If Ardyn -- or anyone, for that matter -- tried to get painless, tender attention from him, Kaeya would run for the hills. Never would he be more unwilling, never would he struggle harder than against gentleness.
But this is the opposite of gentle, and he's not running at all. Instead he's just shoving himself back against Ardyn, begging for more with his body and his mouth at the same time. He's complying with the tentacles of course -- as well as he can, anyway. The dislocated arm is not actually responding at the moment. He's good with pain, but not enough so to move it under those conditions, so he can only really stroke with one hand.]
G-Greedy little ones, aren't you? Will you destroy me more, I wonder...?
[ the tentacles do act on his urges, but still Ardyn can hardly control them. the ones pushing into Kaeya's hands are less of an issue but the one managing to wriggle its way into Kaeya's ass presents moreso of one, the space already feeling too-tight for Ardyn's cock and made even tighter still by the tentacle working its way alongside him. the only way it can manage to get in is by pushing in parallel to Ardyn's cock and even that isn't an easy process -- the suctions cups flex and grip onto Kaeya's walls as if to avoid behind pushed out.
Arydn still hasn't started moving but the tentacle is at least making up some of the motion, his breath fast behind Kaeya. ]
They ... are eager. I'm certain ... If no holds were barred, they would love to tear you apart.
[That sure would be a horrible way to go, which means it's exactly the sort of death Kaeya would deserve. But he doesn't yet know that death is impermanent here, and he has brothers to get back home to, so he can't allow it.
He can however allow himself to be invaded to the point he's likely to bleed.]
Mmn... Are you uncomfortable? Maybe I s-should've let you take it slow...
[ it's not pain, per se, since his tolerance is too high for that but there is a discomfort to it - - it's like sticking his dick in a very attractive vice and then having a tentacle join in the fun. but still, he does start to move, holding Kaeya close as he does and the tentacle inside him wriggling deeper still, its tip even past Ardyn's cock. ]
[That's the whole point! And there is definitely bleeding going on. Too much, too fast, too dry -- but it won't kill him. Still, with his good hand he squeezes a tentacle, unable to stop from tensing.]
[ an acknowledgement - - but he's starting to enjoy this more himself, getting over some of that initial tightness, blood helping ease the process as he starts to move inside him along with the tentacle. ]
[Just like last time, Kaeya's noisy, coming undone easily under this kind of treatment. After all, it's a lot -- he's twisted his own reactions to it, but he does feel the pain.
Still pinned between Ardyn and the wall, with only one good arm and his knees wanting to buckle, he rests his forehead against the wall for a certain amount of grounding. It doesn't help much, but that's what he wants. When he's overwhelmed, writhing and gasping as his nerves overheat, he's not thinking about all the reasons he's done this to himself.]
[ the tentacles not in his ass become more insistent with the desire for the attention - - the ones pushing up into his hands arch further, rubbing against his palms and another still pushes into his mouth, aiming to work its way deeper against Kaeya's tongue and towards his throat if it doesn't face any resistant.
Ardyn's breath is rough, as uneven as he pace as he rocks into him against those tentacles, pushing deeper inside of him with every thrusts. ]
[He'd love to be obedient, but there's a tentacle going in his mouth. He takes a few seconds to decide the appropriate action, and ultimately figures stroking tentacles is secondary to doing as he's told, especially since he was previously informed Ardyn really likes hearing him beg.
So he takes his good hand and pulls the tentacle mostly out, leaving it slick with saliva. That way he can talk, though it's slightly hampered by heavy breathing and the end of the tentacle still in there.]
Ah... p-please give me-- gh-- give me m-more, sir~
[ his voice is basically a purr, and Kaeya gets rewarded by a hard shove in with Ardyn's cock, not stopping till he's fully sheathed inside of him - -
and when he pulls out it's almost all the way, top resting teasing inside, before he thrusts in again just as deep as before. it's a slow pace but it's a brutal one, as much of Kaeya's insides being raked by his cock as possible and the tentacle inside him only helping with that, squirming and pushing as Ardyn's cocktail moves along side it. ]
[Frankly, even without the blood and injury and horrible pain, Kaeya could still appreciate a nice rough fuck. As it is, twisted self-harm included, that first shove makes him yelp, eyes watering and fingertips digging into the tentacle in his hand.
He loves that brain-frying brutality, and he pushes back into it, continuing to plead in choked whimpers. More of that. Hurt him more. Knock all the stupid useless thoughts right out of his head.]
[ it's hardly as if Ardyn needs the praise - - but he laughs all the same, obviously enjoying himself, voice husky and rough with pleasure as he slams into Kaeya, the sound of them impacting lowd and lewd as it rings throughout the room. he's not going to last long at this pace, really, and as if to help encourage Kaeya along too there's a tentacle against his dick, curling with the cups sucking at delicate skin.
it only takes a moment more before - - Ardyn sheaths himself inside Kaeya once again and then groans to signal his completion, spilling into Kaeya's raw insides. the tentacle inside Kaeya doesn't cease moving, twisting and pushing inside of him, relentless. ]
[It burns, and that heat is certainly helping Kaeya follow Ardyn to the edge.
It takes him a little bit longer, tentacles leaving him squirming even when Ardyn's stopped moving, but he comes soon enough, with a hoarse, ragged moan and a full-body shudder. At that point unless Ardyn holds him up he's hitting the floor. He's too tired and pleasure-numbed to force his legs to stay steady.]
[ Ardyn will move an arm to loop it around him, keeping him close, with a breathless sort of laugh as he finishes off the high of his own orgasm. his free hand pets Kaeya's side, idle. ]
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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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[It's true. If Ardyn -- or anyone, for that matter -- tried to get painless, tender attention from him, Kaeya would run for the hills. Never would he be more unwilling, never would he struggle harder than against gentleness.
But this is the opposite of gentle, and he's not running at all. Instead he's just shoving himself back against Ardyn, begging for more with his body and his mouth at the same time. He's complying with the tentacles of course -- as well as he can, anyway. The dislocated arm is not actually responding at the moment. He's good with pain, but not enough so to move it under those conditions, so he can only really stroke with one hand.]
G-Greedy little ones, aren't you? Will you destroy me more, I wonder...?
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[ the tentacles do act on his urges, but still Ardyn can hardly control them. the ones pushing into Kaeya's hands are less of an issue but the one managing to wriggle its way into Kaeya's ass presents moreso of one, the space already feeling too-tight for Ardyn's cock and made even tighter still by the tentacle working its way alongside him. the only way it can manage to get in is by pushing in parallel to Ardyn's cock and even that isn't an easy process -- the suctions cups flex and grip onto Kaeya's walls as if to avoid behind pushed out.
Arydn still hasn't started moving but the tentacle is at least making up some of the motion, his breath fast behind Kaeya. ]
They ... are eager. I'm certain ... If no holds were barred, they would love to tear you apart.
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[That sure would be a horrible way to go, which means it's exactly the sort of death Kaeya would deserve. But he doesn't yet know that death is impermanent here, and he has brothers to get back home to, so he can't allow it.
He can however allow himself to be invaded to the point he's likely to bleed.]
Mmn... Are you uncomfortable? Maybe I s-should've let you take it slow...
[That it absolutely a taunt.]
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[ it's not pain, per se, since his tolerance is too high for that but there is a discomfort to it - - it's like sticking his dick in a very attractive vice and then having a tentacle join in the fun. but still, he does start to move, holding Kaeya close as he does and the tentacle inside him wriggling deeper still, its tip even past Ardyn's cock. ]
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[That's the whole point! And there is definitely bleeding going on. Too much, too fast, too dry -- but it won't kill him. Still, with his good hand he squeezes a tentacle, unable to stop from tensing.]
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[ an acknowledgement - - but he's starting to enjoy this more himself, getting over some of that initial tightness, blood helping ease the process as he starts to move inside him along with the tentacle. ]
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Still pinned between Ardyn and the wall, with only one good arm and his knees wanting to buckle, he rests his forehead against the wall for a certain amount of grounding. It doesn't help much, but that's what he wants. When he's overwhelmed, writhing and gasping as his nerves overheat, he's not thinking about all the reasons he's done this to himself.]
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Ardyn's breath is rough, as uneven as he pace as he rocks into him against those tentacles, pushing deeper inside of him with every thrusts. ]
So... Lovely. Won't you beg for my cock again?
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[He'd love to be obedient, but there's a tentacle going in his mouth. He takes a few seconds to decide the appropriate action, and ultimately figures stroking tentacles is secondary to doing as he's told, especially since he was previously informed Ardyn really likes hearing him beg.
So he takes his good hand and pulls the tentacle mostly out, leaving it slick with saliva. That way he can talk, though it's slightly hampered by heavy breathing and the end of the tentacle still in there.]
Ah... p-please give me-- gh-- give me m-more, sir~
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[ his voice is basically a purr, and Kaeya gets rewarded by a hard shove in with Ardyn's cock, not stopping till he's fully sheathed inside of him - -
and when he pulls out it's almost all the way, top resting teasing inside, before he thrusts in again just as deep as before. it's a slow pace but it's a brutal one, as much of Kaeya's insides being raked by his cock as possible and the tentacle inside him only helping with that, squirming and pushing as Ardyn's cocktail moves along side it. ]
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He loves that brain-frying brutality, and he pushes back into it, continuing to plead in choked whimpers. More of that. Hurt him more. Knock all the stupid useless thoughts right out of his head.]
Oh, hell-- you're s-so good...!
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it only takes a moment more before - - Ardyn sheaths himself inside Kaeya once again and then groans to signal his completion, spilling into Kaeya's raw insides. the tentacle inside Kaeya doesn't cease moving, twisting and pushing inside of him, relentless. ]
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It takes him a little bit longer, tentacles leaving him squirming even when Ardyn's stopped moving, but he comes soon enough, with a hoarse, ragged moan and a full-body shudder. At that point unless Ardyn holds him up he's hitting the floor. He's too tired and pleasure-numbed to force his legs to stay steady.]
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A bit less damage than the last time, yes?
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