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[ It isn't until after Luke has cleaned himself that Asch stops writhing around, chest rising and falling to his slowing breaths. He has yet to find his voice so that he can respond to the question, though the weak glare is answer enough. ]

... [ rolls his neck a little and gives him a look, pursing his lips. ...he then shifts, sliding downward so his face is level with the mess he just caused. ...Luke y u such a hobag. now he's going to set to work cleaning the rest of you off, Asch. >>; ]

[ He had been working on propping himself up on his elbows when Luke decided to migrate south and given that his intentions are clear, Asch makes a discouraging noise and brings a leg up to plant those endearing toes in Luke's face, tweaking his nose with them. ] Nn.. enough.

[ wtf feet. Luke makes a rather comical face and sits up, running a hand through his hair sheepishly ]

No shit. [ Hauls himself upright, ending up with his face right in front of Luke's. ...as long as he's here.. he may as well kiss the replica's cheek, moving to the corner of his mouth where there's a spot of cum left, licking it off. ]

[ well now he's embarrassed, and trying to avoid eye contact. ]

[ Asch doesn't press Luke to look at him. He's now focused on helping Luke finish, one arm hooked around his waist while the other hand gently begins to stroke the underside of his cock. ] ...it may help to talk about it.

[ squirms a little ]

For someone who is "cheap", I find you to be priceless. [ Drags his tongue slowly across Luke's lips, sometimes grazing his teeth in a mildly tantalizing fashion. Elsewhere, his hand goes lower, and lower.. trying to worm it's way underneath him. ]

[ shuts right the hell up, going a fantastic shade of pink in the face and ducking his head to avoid looking at him ] [ worms around for him to let him do as he likes ]

Is it? I only said what I feel to be true. [ If Luke is going to be so compliant, Asch will gradually work him down so that their positions are reversed to how they were previously. With easier access to Luke's ass, he suddenly stops and directs his attention to his lips, thumb ghosting over the lower one. ] Hmm...

[ //// ] [ Luke is very good at being compliant, although the pawing at his lip finally draws his attention back to him, and Asch is met with a sort of quizzical look ]

Don't mistake me for some lovesick fool. [ He pushes and pulls at the lip as if testing or considering something- then lifts his eyes to watch Luke's expression while he tries to slip his thumb into Luke's mouth. ]

[ looks rather scolded at that comment, but frowns. ] [ the expression he gets is pretty silly, as Luke knits his eyebrows together and goes slightly cross-eyed trying to look at the appendage invading his personal space ]

You can't be certain of that. [ Oh Luke, you silly thing. Asch finds the look to be both fitting and amusing, a soft laugh accompanying his continued attempts at gaining entry. ]

[ that laugh got an odd sort of expression out of Luke, and he idly gnaws on Asch's fingertip ]

... [ Goes silent in an instant, eyes narrowing. ] Shut up and open your mouth. [ Tilts Luke's head down so his finger will slip in easier, now trying to force his way in. ]

[ Asch's sudden change in demeanor worries him slightly, but he obliges to the demand largely in hopes that it'll keep Asch from getting angry again like before. ]

[ That subject is not something he's keen on discussing when he's in the midsts of a make-out session with a different replica. His touch is drastically different from his expression, soft and slow as he circles Luke's mouth with the thumb, withdrawing after having sufficiently lubricated it. Back to his ass he goes. ]

... [ once Asch starts heading south again, Luke's intelligence catches up with him and he squirms prematurely ]

[ Looks up at Luke from between his legs looking annoyed at the interruption and thumb resting against his skin. ] What is it now?

[ /////. hunches his shoulders and looks away, splendidly red in the face ]

[ Almost rolls his eyes at Luke's bashfulness, pressing onward- literally- and glaring instead. ] If you have something to say, say it.

[ digs his heels into the mattress and makes an odd sort of squeaking sound, instead ]

[ That works too. Wiggles his thumb, pressing along the rim as he eases the digit in. ]