[ he breathes out a soft laugh, because he thinks it's probably true - not in an attraction sense, he thinks Mace has been driving himself crazy with worry. Too much concern over it, too much concern over the bruising at his throat. Too much worry about Ian in general, and he'd spent those last few minutes trying to give Ian the gift of a blank mind.
It's time he return the favor.
Maybe a little too intensely, he thinks, considering what he has planned. What he aims to do here.
His fingers find button, find zipper, peel them both away. They curl around the hemline of waistband, nudge him wordlessly to lift so he can guide it clear out of the way. Free up cock and thighs and hips and waist, and track his eyes pointedly over it. Not a surprise that it's just as appealing as the rest of him, probably.
He flicks his eyes up, a little devious. ]
Warn me when you're close, yeah?
[ Those are his last words on the matter, and there's absolutely no preamble. A hand curls around the base of Mace's cock, and he introduces himself lips-first. Wraps them immediately around the head of it and starts lathing tongue in a deliberate swirl meant to soak it and ease the friction of dryness. Wet it for a smooth-gliding descent.
He is not, as it turns out, a fucking tease. No, he's a scholar, thanks, and he has a lot to learn. ]
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It's time he return the favor.
Maybe a little too intensely, he thinks, considering what he has planned. What he aims to do here.
His fingers find button, find zipper, peel them both away. They curl around the hemline of waistband, nudge him wordlessly to lift so he can guide it clear out of the way. Free up cock and thighs and hips and waist, and track his eyes pointedly over it. Not a surprise that it's just as appealing as the rest of him, probably.
He flicks his eyes up, a little devious. ]
Warn me when you're close, yeah?
[ Those are his last words on the matter, and there's absolutely no preamble. A hand curls around the base of Mace's cock, and he introduces himself lips-first. Wraps them immediately around the head of it and starts lathing tongue in a deliberate swirl meant to soak it and ease the friction of dryness. Wet it for a smooth-gliding descent.
He is not, as it turns out, a fucking tease. No, he's a scholar, thanks, and he has a lot to learn. ]