abyssdressing | (no subject)

... *pulls his shirt from his grasp and turns to face him.* You worry needlessly too much. I wouldn't let a pair of things that are worse than you hurt me. And if you even think of dying on me, I will be sure to make you suffer.

... [nods a couple of times, but he still looks like he might cry, which is... probably strange, because he doesn't really do that much]

... *crying replicas is not something that's high on his list of favorite things, so he grabs him harshly and drags him close for a kiss.*

[surprised, so he doesn't respond at first, but once he realizes what's going on, he's pretty quick to open his mouth up]

*immediately takes to fiercely pulling at his tongue upon gaining entrance to his mouth, holding him close with a hand to the small of his back.*

Nn... [presses up against him, lettig Asch have his way]

*continues going at him like that, not going any farther.*

[slowly starts to move his arms up to cling to the front of Asch's shirt]

*allows him to do so while he twists their tongues together.*

[is getting short on breath pretty quick]

*doesn't ease up until he's sure to leave him gasping once he pulls away.*

[is squirming against him, whimpering a little]

What's wrong, replica? Too much for you?

[shakes his head slightly, trying to catch his breath]

*tugs on the collar around his neck, brushing his lips lightly against him.*

[shivers, eyes closing slowly]

*withdraws his hand and lips, not quite reluctantly, and slides away to watch him.*

[whimpers faintly, involuntarily moving forward slightly before freezing quickly, since he didn't get permission to follow

*smirks, pleased that he didn't have to reprimand him for going against his training.* ...you may do what you wish until I say otherwise.

[opens his eyes, confused] M...Master...?

*leans back, resting his head on his hands.* I did not stutter, dreck. If you want more, do it yourself.

[bites his lip, slowly moving a little closer] Thank you, Master. [seems to hesitate, biting his lip again as he studies Asch's shirt] ... [glances up at him]

Hmph. *was about to close his eyes and proceed to ignore his presence when he stops, leading to him cracking an eye open, giving him a look that clearly says "don't make me repeat myself anymore".*

[still looks nervous] ...M... Master, may I use my hands...?

*considers making things difficult for him, but... that doesn't sound all that appealing now.* You may.