[ If he were a younger man, if he weren't split open and healing, if they weren't in a goddamn murder cabin - if any one of these things were true, odds are good that he'd be twitching back to life again at least a little. It's the grip on his shoulder and the aborted little move he makes. It's the groan, when he's already a fan of hearing Mace's voice.
It's so, so fucking satisfying. He'd love to say it's almost as satisfying as the feeling of that hand wrapped around him earlier, but selfishly... nah. Close second, though.
He thinks, at first, that this is another attempt to look out for him. That cautious word, that gentle request, except two or three seconds later his mind processes the sound of it and the taste of salt on his tongue already.
He lowers himself all the way down to where his hand's wrapped around the base, then coasts his tongue along the underside as he slides off again. Removes his mouth entirely to blow cool air, then lift his eyes up again to catch sight of Mace's expression.
It's so good, so sweet. ]
Keep it together, charming. We got a little ways to go.
[ He gets it, believe him he does, it's so easy to just tip over right now with everything happening. It's better, though, to keep him here like this a while. To drag this out, to make him stay in this place with one singular focus for as long as he can.
Less time spent in the real wold.
His right and gently strokes, barely, just the same two or three inches at the least sensitive part of him, until he feels Mace go still, stop twitching, level off again.
And then he descends, a swirling tongue and careful suction. ]
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It's so, so fucking satisfying. He'd love to say it's almost as satisfying as the feeling of that hand wrapped around him earlier, but selfishly... nah. Close second, though.
He thinks, at first, that this is another attempt to look out for him. That cautious word, that gentle request, except two or three seconds later his mind processes the sound of it and the taste of salt on his tongue already.
He lowers himself all the way down to where his hand's wrapped around the base, then coasts his tongue along the underside as he slides off again. Removes his mouth entirely to blow cool air, then lift his eyes up again to catch sight of Mace's expression.
It's so good, so sweet. ]
Keep it together, charming. We got a little ways to go.
[ He gets it, believe him he does, it's so easy to just tip over right now with everything happening. It's better, though, to keep him here like this a while. To drag this out, to make him stay in this place with one singular focus for as long as he can.
Less time spent in the real wold.
His right and gently strokes, barely, just the same two or three inches at the least sensitive part of him, until he feels Mace go still, stop twitching, level off again.
And then he descends, a swirling tongue and careful suction. ]