abyssdressing | (no subject)

Ah... n-no, I...! I was just suprrised, Master...

Of course you were. *cups his chin, tilting his head up.* I rather like the idea of shutting you in the closet again.

[drops his gaze] I exist only to serve Master's wishes. If Master wishes to lock me away forever, then i would stay there willingly.

It would be a waste to buy something only put it where you can neither see or use it. *shoves his head up to make eye contact.* And I like my toy to be right within reach.

[/////////////]

Finish undressing and you may continue.

[gets his shirt off, shaking a little and slowly sliding his hands down his chest and to the top of his pants]

*rubs his lips with a thumb, staring intently at his hands.*

[closes his eyes, breath quickening and parting his lips, whimpering softly as he undoes his pants]

*gently presses along his jaw, gravitating towards his neck and pressing dangerously into the skin before continuing a path down along the exposed parts of him, resting at the top of his pants.*

[opens his eyes again, breathing actually slowing down as he wriggles a little to start getting out of his pants without moving off of him]

*grasps him by the waist and hefts him up so he'll have an easier time removing his pants, that being the extent of help he'll be getting out of Asch this time.*

[swallows, kind of wanted to squirm against him, so the lifting makes him move a little faster to get his pants off, really]

*uses both his thumbs to rub at his hips, slowly easing him back down to his lap, leaning forward and breathing on his chest.*

[gasps, eyes fluttering closed again, leaning forward a bit and trying to slide down, shifting back and forth a bit against his hips] Nn... Master...

Hmm. *reclines backwards as the other moves towards him, taking his hands back to use as a pillow once more, no longer giving him any kind of outside stimulation.*

[almost pauses, but instead starts to slide down again, pausing for a moment before biting lightly at the top of Asch's pants]

*lets out a mock sigh of boredom that doesn't sound it, glancing about the room while he works at his master's pants.* You may use your hands, you know.

[//// glances up, but doesn't pull away; instead, he seems to hesitate before placing his hands lightly on Asch's hips, stroking a little timidly as he moves his head slightly to undo his pants]

*allows the briefest of smiles to cross his face, so quick that he doesn't even take another breath before it's gone, replaced with his usual look of mild annoyance at the replica.*

[is actually... pretty quick at getting his pants open with just his teeth, so he's soon starting to slide Asch's pants down]

*...alright, he lied about not helping anymore. he raises his own hips off the bed, letting the other do all the work from there, however. certainly won't be having any hands on him. for now.*

[ffff, Luke prefers pleasuring his Master to getting any for himself, anyway; now he's licking at Asch's boxers while he finishes getting his pants off]

*then the poor little dreck is in for a disappointing surprise. Master is very much not in the mood after being accosted by a pair of.. himself.*

[won't keep the idiot from trying]