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[Ahah! What a nice roll...though he'd rather be the one worshipping. The man across from him somehow looks old and young at once...ah, but Ianchus isn't fussing with types, that's no fun at all!
And besides, this man looks like he bites.
He brushes his hair back, tilting his head to expose the side of a well-corded neck.]
[ This man bites, but this man is also capable of being gentle. New people were uncharted territory, and he wanted to tread carefully until he got a feel for what he was dealing with. This wasn’t home where his reputation did much of the groundwork for him, and there was still too much building to do before he had that kind of luxury.
Hot breath comes first, spilling across exposed skin as he presses lips in a line up the offered neck before licking a stripe back down with his tongue. Stopping before the collarbone is an exercise in control. There’s more dice to roll after all. Instead he concentrates on making every accessible inch of skin in the territory of the neck shine with his affections. ]
[Ianchus exhales happily, unable to keep his lips from curling into a wider smile. He can smell Corbeau (his soap? his... cologne?)--in fact, it's the only thing he can smell. His Adam's apple bobs as Corbeau works; he can feel the rhythm of the other's breathing, the moments where it shifts from mouth to nose as he runs his tongue over skin, or pauses as he presses his lips against his neck.
It's so tempting to close his eyes and luxuriate in the sensations, but he makes himself focus his eyes downwards instead. He can't help but be curious at what kind of face Corbeau is making, though the angle is a little difficult. He may only end up seeing the man's hair and brow.]
[ Corbeau's expression is one of deep concentration. Even something as simple as this he's focused on performing his best. Never mind that he's already assumed one path to victory is to get the opponent so worked up that they can't pull themselves away from the pleasure long enough to roll again.
His fingers itch to be used, to find somewhere to curl and coax. But again, he can't let himself leave the territory of the task at hand. Between licks and kisses he'll gaze up above the rim of his glasses at Ianchus, judging how the other is taking to his ministrations. ]
[Corbeau would see a light smile, eyes that are watching him just as closely, lightly parted lips. Oh, if he could read his mind he'd wish Corbeau would use his hands as well. Ianchus finds the concentration adorable, and he tilts his head to the side, allowing Corbeau access to the hollow underneath his jaw, encouraging him. Go ahead--he loves seeing the innovation. As much as he likes being the giver, he can't deny the pleasure of being spoiled. He even purrs a little, voicing his approval.
Once Corbeau begins to slow down though, Ianchus' hand reaches blindly towards where he thinks the dice are on the table.]
[ The offer is taken with one last swipe of his tongue and a soft kiss as he returns to sit straight in his seat. This is off to a promising start regardless of what the dice hold. ]
[So proper! He plucks up the dice with his fingertips, rolling them in his hand before letting them skitter across the table--a 10 and an 11. Oho. He glances at the chart, then whistles, fixing his attention back on Corbeau to see the man's reaction.]
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And besides, this man looks like he bites.
He brushes his hair back, tilting his head to expose the side of a well-corded neck.]
All yours~
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Hot breath comes first, spilling across exposed skin as he presses lips in a line up the offered neck before licking a stripe back down with his tongue. Stopping before the collarbone is an exercise in control. There’s more dice to roll after all. Instead he concentrates on making every accessible inch of skin in the territory of the neck shine with his affections. ]
making an assumption here
It's so tempting to close his eyes and luxuriate in the sensations, but he makes himself focus his eyes downwards instead. He can't help but be curious at what kind of face Corbeau is making, though the angle is a little difficult. He may only end up seeing the man's hair and brow.]
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His fingers itch to be used, to find somewhere to curl and coax. But again, he can't let himself leave the territory of the task at hand. Between licks and kisses he'll gaze up above the rim of his glasses at Ianchus, judging how the other is taking to his ministrations. ]
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Once Corbeau begins to slow down though, Ianchus' hand reaches blindly towards where he thinks the dice are on the table.]
Mmm~ Wonderful. Shall I return the favor~?
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By all means.
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