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[ licks his neck again, lightly ]

That is a question only you can answer. [ Presses his lips to Luke's forehead, switching which of his legs is bent. ]

[ hisses, sliding backwards and unintentionally grinding against him again ]

[ Rests a hand on his hip and thumbs his thin frame, fighting the desire to return the movement of his groin area. ]

[ ...trying to calm down, panting slightly ]

...I'm giving you such a hard time, aren't I? [ Yes, you could consider that a joke, seeing as he moved his leg right as he said it. ]

Not-- [ bites his lip, hard ]

Oh? That isn't how it looks, or feels, to me. [ Lounges against the side of the bed, idly flexing his legs. They're getting stiff sitting like this. ]

[ he's pretty much heaving right now, with how hard he's breathing and how ...focused on other things he's trying to be focused on. ]

[ There's a hint of a smirk creeping onto Asch's face, finding Luke's denial to be amusing, considering the state he's in. ] I would prefer not to. [ Hums, picking up a rocking motion with one leg. ]

[ flops forward, half-heartedly going back to biting at Asch's neck ]

[ Pushes the tail of hair at the nape of his neck out of the way and returns the favor lightly. ]

[ inhales sharply as a shiver runs down his spine, craning his neck forward and tilting his head back ]

Mm... [ Oh, access to his throat. That works quite well for letting Asch get at the softer skin there. ]

[ just kind of makes a noncommittal sound of general arousal, grinding uncoordinatedly into him ]

[ Quirks an eyebrow at the unfinished sentence but dismisses it, figuring if Luke had something he really wanted to say, he'd manage to spit it out even with him starting to press his hips up to the replica. ]

[ Luke really kind of wishes he weren't wearing jeans now. he just kind of squirms in place, making a string of little gasped sounds ]

[ It's probably close to a fact that those pants will be gone at some point during this encounter. Just not right now, since there's still so much that can be done with him still clothed. Like Asch sliding down to lay partially on his back with Luke straddling his hips. ]

[ the friction is killing him slowly. and he's making some sounds that would be liable to make Obsidian squirm. congratulations, Engel, you've turned him into complete and utter putty. ]

[ ~~Replica putty. He could market that.~~ If Mr. Mechanic is going die, at least he's going out in one of the best ways possible. Surprisingly, all the various noises coming from Luke don't appear to have any affect on Asch, who calmly pushes against Luke's chest to make room for his hands to reach the jeans. ]

[ ~~I-I'd buy some of that.~~ Being as pliable as he is, Luke just kind of leans backward with a sound, watching with dull interest as he fidgets with his jeans ]

[ ~~Who wouldn't?~~ The construction of the jeans at the fabric they're made from strikes Asch's interest, though that will have to wait for another time. Once they're unbuttoned and unzipped, Luke gets pushed onto his chest and the jeans get pulled off. ]

[ just lets him do what he wants, making a quiet string of sounds ]

...and what would you do otherwise? [ Grazes his teeth along his shoulder, working his gloves off. ]

[ but oh god, he doesn't want to. ]