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[ Ardyn looks at him as would a predator, wondering where best to strike as though X’rhun had not already placed himself at the other’s mercy. Indeed, this is a far cry from romance, but that much was clear from the outset. No reason he can’t enjoy himself, regardless. As much as Ardyn’s attentions feel like torture, the slow stoking of a flame that threatens to burn him from the inside out, they certainly strike the right chord. There’s a flush to his skin, and he seems unsure if he wishes for his gaze to linger on the curve of Ardyn’s lips or the motions of his fingers as he works at the buttons of his shirt.

The latter wins out, but only just. Parted for only a moment or two, and already he misses the press of those digits on his skin, and it’s made no better by the mental image Ardyn so neatly slots into his head. Gods, he hadn’t been lying when he said Ardyn could paint a pretty picture, and there’s no doubt that the smug bastard knew that going in.

If Ardyn was looking for the advantage, he has it – has had it from the word go. ]

An excellent question, but I trust you’re more than capable of ascertaining the answer yourself.

[ But of course, because he is who he is, he has to bite back just a little.

In the space that it takes Ardyn to work loose his own buttons, X’rhun finally lets his open shirt slide from his shoulders, tossing it aside to be forgotten for the time being. He sits, then, on the edge of the bed to work his boots loose. Might as well, right? ]

[He likes that reply, as good as an invitation, as if it weren't already in the cards from the moment he kissed X'rhun.]

Is that a challenge?

[The shirt is easily worked open, though he doesn't take the time to shrug it off. It merely hangs open, revealing Ardyn's bare front of toned muscle and ugly, long-faded scars. There are many of them (there are more on his back, too), vicious long trails against his skin, and a meeting of several of them above where his heart beats.

Souvenirs from that other life of his, long ago. But he cares not for them right now, he doesn't even think of them being there; he only approaches X'rhun after he's worked off his boots, removing his own in an apparently very practiced way, and they lay behind him like dead creatures as he moves forward, hand pressed against his friend's shoulder.

A playful shove, encouraging him to get on the bed properly, as his own knee presses into the mattress.]

[ Nice to know that banter is still appreciated, even in the bedroom. Granted, it wouldn’t be them without it. ]

It very well could be.

[ Said in a tone that confirms that, yes, it absolutely is.

Ardyn may pay his own scars no mind, but X’rhun can’t help but look them over. He had assumed that, given Ardyn’s immortality, he couldn’t scar. Mayhap that is the case, and these marks are from the time before Ardyn took in the Starscourge. Either way, there are a lot of questions there, at least one for every line marred across Ardyn’s skin, though he knows that it would be foolish to ask them now. The other man dodges his questions as easy as breathing on the best of days, with the added… distraction at current, he’d have no reason to answer at all. Later, then.

Much later, he amends, as Ardyn presses a hand to his shoulder and nudges him back onto the mattress. He obliges easily, settling back onto the bed properly, Ardyn trailing after. His tail thumps against the mattress, now betraying his eagerness audibly, so it’s a good thing that he’s far beyond shame as he reaches up to grab Ardyn by the lapels of his now open shirt, tugging his down to claim his lips again. ]

[Good that X'rhun makes no mention of the old scars, for Ardyn is hardly in the mood to speak of them now. His mind has wandered elsewhere, of course, made obvious by the heat of his touch as the man tugs him down to meet his lips. Hands trailing up his side, to his shoulders, pressing into skin. His kiss is heated flame, deepening it with his tongue, hair tousled downwards by gravity itself.

He hums with satisfaction into the other's mouth, a low, animalistic rumbling from his throat. Eventually his own hands slide up to X'rhun's wrists, fingers clasping around them and pushing them down, next to the pillows just above his head. He holds them there as he rises just enough to look down at him, eyes trailing across flushed skin and now slightly swollen lips.

His look is indeed predatory, and the sound of the other's eager tail hitting the mattress does not go unnoticed.]

I think my goal for today is to make you say 'please.' Since you never did before.

[He presses his body close, uttering languidly:]

'Please, Ardyn, touch me. Kiss me. Please, ravish me until I'm spent and useless, and then do it again.'

[ Of all the great many things that are dangerous about Ardyn, that voice of his has got to be the most dangerous of all. That low, rolling timbre hums through X'rhun's skin to settle in his very bones, darkly tempting words made electricity with nowhere to go. There is only slight satisfaction to be found in the warmth of Ardyn pressed against him, and if it seems that he arches against the other man in search of more, it's only because he does. ]

Now, now. You and I both know that if you do your job correctly, not even I would be able to string together that many words.

[ But for now it seems he's still possessed of his faculties enough to tease. Given the track they're on, however, he doesn't expect that to last. ]

We'll see then, won't we?

[And with that, he grants him another kiss, cutting off any retort his friend might have in return.

Like this, it's easy to tease X'rhun, with the careful application of both words and touch. Here and there, delicate kisses, or the scrape of teeth. The low rumbling of his voice pressed into his ear, the touch of heated skin on skin. The careless, subtle promise of friction against each other, with slow and indolent movements. Long and drawn out, frustratingly so, all of it done with a smile. Creating impatience in the other (and no small amount of it in himself, his own desire stoked from embers to flame) so that the man might moan and mewl and ask for more, so that he might say please just like Ardyn had said. He’s good at it, and perhaps even more effective at teasing when he knows he held the advantage since the beginning. Stringing lust along until the man beneath him is flushed and wracked with wanting more — that’s what he wishes to see.

And if he achieves that much, it’s only then does he ask-]

Tell me what you want. How many words can you string together now?

[ He’s played right into Ardyn’s hand, and he knows that. He knew that weeks ago in an alley somewhere when he curled his fingers around the scarf at Ardyn’s neck and pulled him down to claim his lips. This was always to be Ardyn’s game, with him the cat, and X’rhun the mouse.

It’s a slow and wonderful torture that Ardyn puts him through now, always giving just enough to keep him wanting but never enough to leave him satisfied. That desperate humming beneath his skin grows almost unbearable with every fleeting touch, every low word and careful movement. All of it designed to set him spiraling into heat and want, and it works. Oh, does it work. By the time Ardyn feels the need to ask his question, X’rhun feels an ilm away from snapping, a rubber band pulled too taut.

His eyes lock onto Ardyn’s, slit pupils blown wide with desire. Gods, this man is unfair. Everything about him from his oh-so-treacherous mouth to his infuriating well of patience. Ardyn knows well what X’rhun wants, as though it were not made obvious every time he chased after Ardyn’s touch, arched against him for the slightest bit of relief, but of course he wants to hear it. He’d said as much earlier, didn’t he?

It’s not terribly eloquent, but neither did he expect it to be. His words come out rough and breathless and altogether desperate when he finally pushes through the haze enough to give them form. ]

You, Ardyn. I want you. Please.

[It’s exactly what he wants to hear. The words might be inelegant and hurriedly put together, but there is desperation in them, there is a rugged desire that only Ardyn can fulfill. This is the sort of influence that he thrives on, that he wishes to exert over X’rhun’s mind and body. That he might unravel him thoroughly with a single word, or just the right grinding touch, to make him moan and writhe and beg for more. Coupled with the physicality of it all, this is what sets his nerves on fire, thrumming through every inch of buzzing skin. And while he is a seemingly endless well of self-control, Ardyn rests upon a precipice nearly as much as his friend does — the look in his eyes betrays it, half-lidded yet predatory, a wound spring just ready to release all of its tension on command.

The press of his touch gains the subtle sting of nails, and Ardyn can feel beat of his heart in his ribcage, set quick with expectation. He leans in hastily to kiss at X’rhun’s neck, his jawline, his lips, none of it enough, something having snapped, the true floodgates beginning to groan as they open, and a free hand works to remove the miqo'te from whatever garments he still has uselessly clinging to him. He grinds against him, rutting shamelessly, a groan in his throat from the welcome sensation of electricity it invites. And then in the midst of it all comes a sorry attempt to discard only what is absolutely necessary of his own attire — in the end, he’s still practically half-clothed, and he could honestly care less as long as he can still be sated. Hair mussed, white shirt still hanging open, his trousers only having fallen to bunch up just below his knees. Hasty in how he situates X’rhun under him, claiming him without preamble.

He isn’t particularly gentle, but it would be foolish to have expected otherwise. Rough in movement and what touch he affords him, there are no more kisses, no more banter to be had between them now. His focus is building up that wonderful fire within him, his jaw set, his back arched, yet his eyes never leaving X’rhun’s form. He needed this, he knows that now, every single atom in his body screaming for the release of choking frustration. It becomes crystallized in these exact moments, greedily ravishing X’rhun for all he’s worth, tending to his own needs only by fulfilling his own.

There’s nothing at all romantic about it, but romance was never in the cards, anyway.

Ardyn doesn’t stop until he’s completely spent, after that shock of pleasure rakes over every singular nerve in his body. Until he’s practically hunched over the other man, breath ragged and hair clinging to the sides of his face, his grip still steady on X’rhun’s body, but slowly loosening. Silence finally hangs over them, punctuated only by the sound of their breathing.]

[ Funny how that one little word opens the floodgates right up, dragging them both under. X’rhun would have expected a bit more control from Ardyn, if only because he’s so hung up on the notion of it most times, but the way he goes absolutely wild isn’t altogether a surprise, either.

Not that he has time to parse any of that out at the very moment, caught in the torrent as he is. Nails scrape over skin, leaving raised trails of red in their wake, mouths clashing greedily, hungrily. The sudden, desperate grinding of Ardyn’s hips sets him moaning, but even that isn’t enough. He’s barely aware that Ardyn has set to undressing him until his slacks are pulled free from his hips, and from there it’s a frenzy. A maelstrom of pain and pleasure both as Ardyn lays claim to him with animal need, fingers squeezing, digging into skin as X’rhun’s own hands are left to clutch desperately at the sheets while his whole body rocks with every movement, like he’s being shaken apart.

Words cease to leave his lips, and he can only breathe out cries and moans and half-formed syllables in the midst of it all. No, there’s nothing romantic about it at all, carnal and desperate as it is. But he knew going in that this is how it would be, and he cannot deny the results.

He crumbles before Ardyn, though only just, with a sharp cry as searing heat floods him, setting his skin, his very nerves, on fire. It’s all he can do to hold on as he rides out the rest, until the urgency has past and left them both spent and breathing hard.

Gods, it feels like his limbs are full of sand rather than flesh and blood. He summons only just enough strength to toss a heavy arm across his eyes, pushing aside the hair that had become plastered to his forehead with sweat. Even his rather animated tail has fallen still. ]

You…

[ He trails off a moment, trying to regather his wits and breath both. ]

You really don’t do anything by half.

[He won't soon forget the noises X'rhun made, half-intelligible groans at best. The look on his face as he lost himself completely, the way the sheets are wrinkled beneath their bodies, the musky scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. All of it, committed to memory, and his heart still thuds in his chest even as he slowly catches his breath.

Ardyn still looms over his friend, reaching up to move his own red-violet hair out of his eyes. He huffs out a laugh at that comment, voice still low from heated exertion moments before.]

And yet I don't think that's a complaint I hear.

[Ardyn still possesses strength in his limbs, though they feel indolent and lazy. He shifts a bit, putting a small amount of space between them (the detachment from X'rhun's body heat feels strange, after he had been so hungry for it before), adjusting his trousers to rest at his hips rather than his knees. He stays there for a moment, not quite yet willing to move.]

I daresay you rather enjoyed my fervor.

Oh, were I complaining, you'd know.

[ He watches Ardyn move above him, eyes tracking him as he edges away. Funny, how it feels like a loss when he breaks contact. ]

I daresay I did, which would rather be the point.

I'm glad to hear that's the case, for I'm starting to think that I may not wait so long next time to grace you with another such visit.

[That should be a compliment in itself, where X'rhun is concerned. Even if it's just because he likes the way the other falls apart beneath him.

Another look of satisfaction, glancing down at X'rhun, before the mattress creaks a little under his weight. Ardyn moves to stand up next to the bed, straightening once he does, and buttoning up his trousers properly as he does so.

He doesn't intend to linger, after all.]

If the idea still remains agreeable to you.

[ He breathes out a laugh, the tip of his tail twitching with amusement against the sheets. That's all the movement he has in him, it seems, aside from his continued tracking of Ardyn as he stands.

No, he supposes Ardyn wouldn't really be the type to stick around after the fact, would he? ]

You haven't heard me say otherwise, have you?

[Pants finished with, his hands move up to button his shirt closed, fingers working lazily. He turns to face his friend, appreciating the sight of his naked body sprawled across the bed. Even satisfied as he is, Ardyn can still enjoy the view.]

No, I haven't. And so our arrangement still stands.

[He hums lightly with consideration.]

And I suppose this is the part where I utter some semblance of a 'thank you'.

[ They're both enjoying their respective views, then, since X'rhun has kept his eyes on Ardyn as he goes about the business of redressing. A shame they never got as far as getting him out of all that, he thinks, but there will be more chances. ]

Beg pardon?

[ He could have sworn he just heard Ardyn say "thank you". ]

[Or at least something very related to a thank you.

He picks up his waistcoat, slipping that on with relative ease. In the interim, he arches his brow at his friend. ]

I spoke clearly enough.

[Come now, as if he's going to say it more than necessary.]

I suppose you did.

[ He twitches his ears, as if to confirm he heard him after all. ]

You're welcome, then. Though, it's not as if this arrangement is bereft of benefits for the the both of us.

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[Next, having located his boots, Ardyn settles back down on the side of the bed, so that he might put them back on. He spares X'rhun a sideways look in the meantime.]

What, being able to indulge in the carnal pleasures of the body? Yes, generally speaking, both parties do derive some modicum of pleasure from such a thing.

[One boot on, one more to go.]

Though most friends would not go so far to keep the other satisfied. If I doubted calling you a friend before, I certainly cannot do so now.

[ What a very clinical way to put it. It’s enough to have X’rhun rolling his eyes.

Apparently, he’s lounged long enough to find the will to move, hauling himself up to a sit. Already, he can tell he’s going to be sore. Ardyn really did a number on him. ]

Oh, is that all it took? One tumble in the sheets and you’re ready to acknowledge my friendship. Had I known that was the case, I’d have acted much sooner.

[Sorry, X’rhun, he apparently had a lot of pent-up frustration. Maybe next time he won’t be so rough.

With his boots properly on his feet, Ardyn leans back, palms pressed into the wrinkled sheets, giving X’rhun the most lopsided sort of smile as he turns his words around on him.]

I hope that’s not how you make friends with everyone.

[ Thank the gods for Vercure, honestly.

He can’t help but laugh at that remark, grinning widely. ]

Gods no! Most people know how to make friends the normal way.

[He just has to reflect the laugh back in return, clearly amused.]

I see. I suppose that's good to know.

[He hefts himself back to his feet, this time crossing over to find his coat. It's shrugged on with ease, and his scarf follows.]

And I'm relatively proud to not have qualified as 'normal'.

[ X’rhun is starting to feel a bit underdressed here, but he’s content not even thinking about the effort it will take him to gather his things and get dressed. As it is, he just scoots to the end of the mattress and remains sitting there, one leg tucked beneath him with the other dangling off the bed. ]

I’m sure you are. Rest assured, this is the most unusual friendship of which I have ever been a part.

[He certainly won't complain if X'rhun's in no hurry to get dressed. It just means he gets to enjoy the view a little longer, though it won't stop Ardyn from slipping on what's left of his own attire, until he's fully clothed once more.]

How flattering.

[He straightens the scarf around his neck.]

Well, unless you've a reason for me to linger, I suppose I should be off for now.

Not one for basking in the afterglow, are you?

[ It’s said teasingly, tail waving behind him with his own amusement. This deal most certainly did not include cuddling after the fact, and frankly X’rhun can hear a nice, warm bath calling his name after all that. ]

Be sure to say goodbye to Valiant before you poof away.

[ As if he wouldn’t. ]

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