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[ Oh sweet Lorelei-- Luke hasn't even directly touched his dick yet and he's already as hard as he can be, given the position they're in. His wings tend to put a damper on everything. ...he's so close. If he just shifts his hips up a tad, maybe then he can- ..open your mouth wider, Luke. Asch isn't about to scrape it along your teeth. ]

[ no need to hip your way up there on your own, Asch, Luke has you covered. the rubbing from his foot caught him off-guard, but he's not about to leave you fending for yourself. one hand goes back to fondling Asch's balls, the other carefully keeping Asch's hips pinned to the floor, and his mouth goes back to doing what it does best. with any luck, this won't take long. ]

[ Covered in all senses of the word right now. He wouldn't have even minded doing the work himself with the state Luke has put him in. There's a growl of typical Asch irritation at having his movements restricted, though he knows somewhere in the back of his mind that it's better for Luke that way. The hot, wet mouth over him is more than enough to make up for that indignation. For now. His hands grasp at the floor, finding nothing to latch on to and help keep him from squirming around beneath the younger redhead, so he's quick to make Luke that tool. ]

[ bobs his head a time or two, working his tongue against the other to make the motion better, testing his luck with keeping most of his hand paying attention to the older redhead's balls while he snakes one a little farther down. ...he's also started making sounds again, assuming Asch's foot is still poking and prodding. ]

[ If Asch were any judge, the entire blow job couldn't be better. Or so he thought until there was the added bonus of a tongue helping him along to bliss, unaware of the roaming hand. And his foot and leg are definitely poking around, taking it slowly so as to not be harsh while he tries to learn what works best at making Luke happy. ]

[ that roaming finger just found something interesting, and is gently poking at it, by the way. although the attention given by his mouth is becoming increasingly more fervent as Asch's foot seems to be hitting all the right buttons. ]

[ Woah, h-hold up there. That's exit only, you! ...fucking traitorous body, overruling his objections and making him squirm like nobody's business. Hopefully Luke has enough energy to keep him pinned with one hand, because having pleasure jolting through him from both ends is steadily driving him up a wall. More literally up Luke's mouth, vocalizing enough for both of them. ] D..damn replica...

[ smiles faintly against him, taking the squirming and the vocals as encouragement and almost absently slipping a finger beyond the ring of muscle, still going strong with the mouth-love. ]

[ Had Luke been waiting for any other kind of encouragement, he would have been waiting for a long time. What little coherency he had previously had a moment before flew right out the window when the first finger slipped into him, making his leg jerk violently against Luke's rear. ]

[ which results in a sort of jolt from Luke, a faint whine, but an encouraged press onward. ...or inward, as it were. he starts to slow up a little on the mouth-love, seeing how much he's getting out of Asch otherwise. it would be such a shame for him it to be done before Luke can show him the full extent of the pleasure he can provide. >>; ]

[ The grip on Luke's hair tightens for several reasons, the first of which being the probing finger, less attention to his erection being the second. For a moment Asch goes completely still, then thumps Luke on the back to get his attention. ] ..h..hold it.

[ doesn't quite stop, but stills with his mouth still wrapped around the other and glances upward. the request makes him pull away agonizingly slowly, making a slight sucking motion just at the tip. ...his finger remains embedded where it is, largely so Asch can get used to it. ]

[ He has to wait until Luke finishes coming mostly off of him and to catch his breath once again before he can even begin to reform his response. The one thing he had hoped would be removed was still there and causing him to roll his hips in an attempt to dislodge the finger. ] My wings are getting crushed and we're right next to a damn bed.

... [ oh. rolling his eyes upward to glance at the bed, Luke makes a sort of sheepish face. he makes it seem like an accident when he curls his finger just enough to brush it over a certain spot within Asch before extracting it, smiling ]

I-- shi- [ As is to demonstrate his point on using the bed, his wings thrash about when Luke sends that surge of pleasure straight through him, earning several words that would earn a severe scolding from a certain other individual. ] I bet not, you ass.

[ IM died, wtf. >O ]

[ he's just in this to make it good for you, Asch. don't go throwing around harsh nicknames. ...he also makes a point of propping himself above the other and kissing him lightly before sitting back on his haunches, working his way the rest of the way out of his pants, and offering to help Asch up. ]

[ Funny, Asch was just trying to help him get some relief. Go figure. If you expect any fond names from him, you'll be sorely mistaken. Asch is still an Asch, yet he's willing to accept the hand in getting up. Not that he needs it, you know. ...finally, he can stretch his wings out and get the feathers to lie flat. ]

[ Luke would be more freaked out by fond names than harsh ones, so it's all good. XD ...fairly promptly to Asch sorting his wings out, however, Luke pounces him over backwards into the bed-- although he's somehow mindful of the wings. ]

Oof! [ His back hits the mattress with a soft thump, wings staying neatly tucked in to prevent injury. Surprise attack on the original successfully caught him off-guard and it takes him a moment to figure out what the hell happened. ] ...we were on the floor, if you must know.

[ just grins broadly, trailing his hands back down Asch's front ] [ but he wastes no time in getting back to business, pushing up his shirt and drawing designs on his skin with his tongue ]

Always. You should know better than that. [ With the rough hands roaming over his front, his eyes quickly go from being wide to half-mast, watching him lazily. There's a hum of approval, and Asch wraps his arms around Luke lightly. ]

[ Luke wastes no time in slipping right from that grasp to pay attention to more important areas-- partly because he's curious about Asch's reaction to that prior prodding. he makes a point of watching Asch's face as he presses an almost bored open-mouthed kiss to the older redhead's groin, massaging his hip again ]

[ Ruin his attempts at snuggling, why don't you. He can't help but notice how contrasting Mr. Mechanic and Wingy are at times like this. ...bad thing to think about. Right. On to busine-- where, no, how the hell did Luke learn to be so damned skilled? His chest heaves, words already coming out breathy. ] ...am I boring you down there?

[ Luke's kind of scared of snuggling. he's already too fond of you, Engel. ] ... [ runs his tongue good over Asch's length once before he glances back up, questioning ]

[ Oh, you silly, silly replica. Asch rolls his eyes at the inquiry and propping himself up on his elbows to give Luke a smirk, breathing hard. ] ..you look rather bored. ...or perhaps this is too routine for you?