fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

[when Booker sits upright, he slides his hands under Booker's thighs, and slightly further up. hinting at helping lift him up so he can pull out]

It's too much trouble... I'll figure something out.

[Booker pointedly lifts nothing but raises one eyebrow]

I'm not going anywhere until that's done.

[And he gestures down at his cock which is still gently pumping out a small amount every little bit]

I told you it was annoying.

[looks down between them...

oh]

[tentatively takes it in his hand to resume stroking it once more]

[THIS is the thing that makes him finally flush awkwardly and press his (bloody) hands to his (bloody) face and makes a strangle noise somewhere between a groan (appreciative) and a groan (frustrated)]

That's not-- I don't even know if that helps it just. It takes a while.

[he doesn't outright laugh, but he's definitely grinning as he leans in to say]

Well, only one way to find out.

[and he starts building up a slow, encouraging pace again]

[God, well it certainly still feels...a lot, more in some ways, he's just more sensitive now and his cock is softening and leaking but there is still just so much of it. It's really embarrassing, honestly, but... Shasa's slow, familiar touch does draw some hiccuped gasps out of him and soft moans and Booker's tail squeezes around the other man's waist at some unspoken frustration and finally he breaks. If they are going to do this he isn't going to sit there and simply endure this kind of attention. He grabs Shasa and pulls him for a kiss, just as pushy and demanding as before, though notably with less stabbing, and his breath is not quite as smoky as before.]

[there's a quiet, fond chuckle that ends up swallowed by the kiss. he's happy to part his lips for it right from the start, but he's keeping his participation modest because his lips are really fucking sore, it turns out. it goes without saying, but along with the faint taste of sweat and the metallic tinge of blood, Booker will be able to mainly taste himself in Curtain's mouth.

because most of his attention is focused on Booker's dick, still, he keeps pumping at it steadily; but now that a kiss is happening he also adds his other hand to be more efficient. touching as much of the warm, sensitive skin as possible with every stroke]

[Booker is not kind about that soreness, he is not as gentle with As-Shasa as Shasa is being with him. But he at least isn't being deliberately harmful anymore either. He needs this kiss to ground him in something other than the tender electric jolts of his already tired cock being worked even further, and it's still not enough to keep quiet gasps and hitching whines out of his mouth.

He doesn't... love that he now knows what his own come tastes like. Doesn't love the taste of the blood either. But as his mind begins to disappear behind a certain fog again he finds he has no trouble indulging in it anyway. His fingers disappear into Curtain's hair, brushing it out of the way, back behind his ears, over his shoulders, making it even a little orderly almost as a thoughtless, nervous habit.

And this persists until... there is no more of it to do. After a few minutes his cock finally does run dry, Booker's body has cooled considerably, and the overly long member finally seems to deflate and begin to pull back into itself.]

[Curtain keeps lazily letting Booker chew through his mouth and kiss him with only minimal complaints. he could be fighting back, but he is too spent and too emotionally messed up to make an effort anymore. there's just quiet sounds of discomfort peppering the low encouraging hums he's also letting out (though whether that is for Booker's benefit or his own, it remains a mystery).

he keeps working Booker's cock up until it starts becoming soft and retreating, but even as that happens, he gives it one last thorough stroke with both hands for good measure.

damn this is going to be so much to clean up...]

[it is SO MUCH TO CLEAN UP SON. you are a MESS.

When Shasa finally stops stroking his cock, Booker finally ends the make outs and once again presses a hand to his messy face as he beholds the aftermath]

I told you...

[then he looks around, any chance there is an attached bathroom to this basic room]

[there are ZERO BATHROOMS IN THIS BASIC ASS ROOM, sorry Booker Storm.

just watches him, saying nothing.]

[sighs and

also takes his shirt off and uses the inside of it (a bit sweaty but u know, there are worth fluids about) to try to scrub blood of his face and then his hands]

You can get cleaned and healed if we go to the tubs.

There's a bathroom down the corridor.

If you don't want healing I'll just go back to Cirrus.

[starts to get up and is abruptly reminded that is still a dick up his ass]

[carefully rises to his knees, getting that out of him.

there is probably a small amount of black blood on it's just a little it's fine]

[sir how do you forget about a dick up your ass.

there's a slight wince as Booker pulls out, but he's shifting and helping make it... less uncomfortable than it could be. there's also his own come involved in the equation so you know, in case we needed more mess,]

[thru gradually regaining my sense of ANGER over why im here and why all that happened in the first place]

[and no you can't make him think about that now, he will just tighten up and deal with it later, maybe a little drips down his thigh but he's still mostly in his pants so, just pulls those the rest of the way back up and climbs off the bed and

starts digging thru Shasa's drawers]

[watches that. he's fully removing his own pants because they're unwearable in this state]

Looking for something?

[these are probably all too big for him but he doesn't need to get far]

A change of clothes.

[his tone is casual but his tail is swinging in a lively way]

Ah. Help yourself.

[a very quiet moan of discomfort as he starts to move again, but unlike Booker he's just going to fully lie down on the bed. closing his eyes and letting out a tired sigh once he's fully horizontal]

[he will thank you, climbing into a separate pair of sweats that are too large for him, though he gives up on the shirt he IS mean enough to put a hole in them for his wings but honestly it's just impractical if they aren't specially designed to close in the back, so he ends up shirtless with a pile of messy clothes bundled in his arms and sweatpants that are only staying up through one hand holding them there.

When he turns and finds Asu-- no, damn it, Shasa-- lying down on the bed though he pauses, watching him quietly]

[he doesn't make for a very dignified picture. there's blood smeared over his face and neck, some of it dried off, some of it fresh from the still open wounds, and it trails down to his chest with its dramatic scars. there is a lot of dried off come too, but that doesn't look as alarming, at least.

his expression is blank and his breathing deep, but even, it's hard to tell if he's still awake or not. more than anything, he looks like he just got into a fight with like five feral cats and lost.]

[steps back toward the bed, leaning over enough to look into his face and see if he is in fact awake, or at least, making an effort to feign being asleep]

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