Jamie let out a breathless laugh as he got the idea of where Lucien was going with this. "For the candle? Borders open," he said. "The knife's gonna have to stay up north." The wax would scald a bit on such sensitive skin, but that could be good too.
"Noted," he says as he moves. His other hand slides down to palm Jamie's cock, squeezing gently as he lets the wax drip lower. He doesn't go too far just yet, though he finds himself morbidly curious as to what wax might do on such sensitive skin. Maybe before he's through he'll find out.
For now, he strokes Jamie as he dribbles a wavering line back up over the curve of the other man's hip. Then he sets the candle aside and leans low to give Jamie a sharp kiss.
The wax trailing lower as Lucien palmed his cock had anticipation building. Do it, do it, do it, his brain whispered, and he muffled a groan when it went back up his hip instead. Lucien clearly knew how to make torment of waiting.
He met the kiss with his own sharpness, bringing a hand up to wrap around Lucien's head, tangle in his hair to hold him close. He was doing so well, but Jamie didn't want to pull away long enough to tell him with words.
Lucien sighs against the kiss and keeps himself poised over Jamie. There's some shifting - all managed without breaking away - and a moment later his bare cock slides against Jamie's. His grip adjusts to hold them both and Lucien gives another lazy thrust of his hips as he bites at Jamie's bottom lip.
"I'll keep that little whine in mind next time I pick the candle up," he purrs.
Jamie made a pleased sound at that slide of hot flesh, at Lucien's hand on both of them. The tiefling got a sharp tug to his hair at the mention of whining, but then Jamie's hand slid away, dragging his nails lightly down Lucien's chest. His nails were quite a bit shorter and blunter than Lucien's, but still enough to create a sensation.
"You know you've got more to grab onto than my hair," he says with a grin as Jamie's hand moves to drag blunt nails down his chest. That earns a quiet hiss of breath and a more deliberate rock of his hips. His hand shifts to tease his thumb over the head of Jamie's cock.
"Do I?" he asked, tone as close to 'mild' as he could manage with a hand on his dick. But a hand came up and grabbed Lucien's horn, dragging his head back by it. Jamie went for the exposed throat, first a sucking kiss, then a harder suck, trying to leave a mark.
The grip is surely more satisfying: the horn is rooted to his skull and so it takes less pressure to pull his head back. He grins as Jamie takes advantage of the new exposure, apparently intent on leaving a bruise.
"Good luck with all the tattoos there, darlin. But I welcome you trying."
Maybe he's exaggerating: there's still plenty of bare skin.
Jamie was sucking hard, aiming to leave a bruise rather than just breaking some capillaries. He pulled off after a moment, bringing his other hand up to drag a thumb over the spot.
"Doesn't matter if anyone can see it," he said, voice low and warm. "You'll still feel it."
His eyes nearly close as he feels the bruise forming, the throb of discomfort that comes with making a deep mark. His pulse is quick beneath Jamie's mouth by the time he's ready to pull back.
Lucien looks down as a thumb strokes over the damp skin left behind. He grins.
Jamie pressed his thumb into it, lightly, then let his hand slide away, the grip on his horn pulling him down into a kiss again. The other hand went to Lucien's ass to grope, squeezing and spreading him open before settling into a firm grip on his hip.
There is something to be said for a good grip on his horns - and it should quickly become evident to Jamie that having a hold there makes it relatively easy to direct the rest of Lucien's body if need be. His has to go where his horns go.
He groans quietly against the kiss as the other man grabs his ass. Lucien bites Jamie's lip in retaliation.
"Want to be inside me when the blade comes out, darlin?" he asks. He can offer that, at least. Then he tips his head. "Or me in you?"
Honestly, both sounded just as appealing. It was more inertia than anything -- the fact that Jamie had topped last time, the fact that Lucien was already straddling him -- that made him say "Yes. Inside you." He used the grip on Lucien's ass to grind up against him, let him feel how hard Jamie was getting.
That grind earns a quiet sound out of him and Lucien rocks his hips down without thinking, chasing that friction.
"Get me ready if you want it," he says with a wicked grin. Jamie's hands aren't busy, after all, and it might give Lucien the chance to drip a bit more wax. He leans over the other man to pick up a different candle, a smirk still playing on his mouth.
Jamie leaned too to grab the lube, quickly flipping it open and getting some on his fingers. He reached down between Lucien's legs, thumb trailing affectionately over his balls as Jamie found his hole, wet fingers rubbing in circles. He pushed one in, not overly gentle -- Lucien seemed like he'd be into it if it ached a little anyway -- but aiming for quick prep over lingering for pleasure.
Lucien's eyes nearly close as slick fingers rub against him before one sinks in. He braces one hand against Jamie's shoulder as he tips the candle, starting at the hollow of Jamie's throat. He follows the lines of his collar bones, then makes a stripe down his sternum.
"Come on," he mutters, quietly impatient. He has a method here, and having Jamie in him before he picks up the knife is part of it. More than that, he's aching for more attention.
"Okay, okay," he said, laughing, dissolving into a moan as Lucien drew lines on him. He used two fingers, then three, feeling for tension as he went to make sure he wasn't going to hurt anything, but it wasn't hard to get done quickly.
"Okay, okay, you're good," he murmured, taking his hand away to grab Lucien's hips, guiding them into place.
The tiefling growls something in another language, something that probably translates in the weird way this place translates things. It's filthy, suffice to say. And as soon as Jamie deems him ready, Lucien shifts, following the drag of Jamie's hands until he feels his cock brush up against him. He holds the candle carefully and reaches back to help guide him. It's an interesting balancing act, mostly to ensure he isn't spilling wax where he doesn't mean to as he sinks back.
Lucien sighs and he can feel the stretch but he'd rather have it than not.
"Good boy," he groans. His tail wraps around one of Jamie's thighs. He rewards the other man with another pour of wax before he reaches to put the candle down.
Jamie was laughing at being called a good boy, turning breathless and thrilled as Lucien drew the wax down his chest. "Fuck," he breathed happily. "Shit, you feel good." He used his grip on those hips to pull him into moving, lend a little strength if he wanted it but mostly for the control.
Lucien lets Jamie guide the pace, hips moving with and against his grip. He plucks up the blade he brought with him. He keeps his other hand planted on Jamie's shoulder. For a moment that's all he does: he rides Jamie and he keeps the knife away from his skin. He manages to focus on the other man's face, eyes bright as he slows his pace again.
"Don't flinch," he warns. Lucien slides the flat of the blade against Jamie's chest and uses it to peel up some of the wax - he lets it drag enough to scrape, but not cut. Not yet.
Jamie couldn't help the movement of his chest as he breathed hard, but he stilled, watching the blade warily. His feelings were mixed between apprehension and excitement. The thought that Lucien could angle that blade a little and cut him was both hot and frightening; the thought that he could just pick the wax off with such a dangerous thing, used precisely, and never hurt him with it, was tilted heavily toward the former emotion. The idea that he might turn it and kill Jamie pretty easily was tilted heavily toward the latter.
Still, it was hard to be too worried about it with the gorgeous scald of wax burning in his veins and the guy with the knife sitting on his cock. If nothing else, he'd lose out on some good dick if he did anything stupid. So Jamie watched the knife, shivered as it scraped him, but his hips rocked up in rhythm, meeting Lucien's thrusts against him.
Lucien keeps his pace steady, but for the most part he lets Jamie decide how to fuck him. He has his own task, after all, and while Jamie's cock feels good inside him, he has no intention of being distracted.
He glances at Jamie's face.
"Tsk, don't get distracted," he says with a wicked grin. His hand slides from Jamie's shoulder to press against his throat instead. Lucien is just as deliberate there as he is with the knife: he doesn't completely cut off air, but he could.. His attention drifts lower and he flicks more of the wax off with the knife edge, leaving red marks from both the burn and the drag of the blade.
The hand around his throat didn't really cause him pain in the traditional sense, but the pressure was good, the pressure was one of the few non-pain ways to make his brain decide that the Sight wasn't worth it right now, so he liked it just as much. He gave up on watching and laid his head back, stretching his neck out a little for that hand. If Lucien was gonna pull any shit he would have already, so Jamie just let himself feel, still rocking up into that extra-heated body.
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For now, he strokes Jamie as he dribbles a wavering line back up over the curve of the other man's hip. Then he sets the candle aside and leans low to give Jamie a sharp kiss.
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He met the kiss with his own sharpness, bringing a hand up to wrap around Lucien's head, tangle in his hair to hold him close. He was doing so well, but Jamie didn't want to pull away long enough to tell him with words.
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"I'll keep that little whine in mind next time I pick the candle up," he purrs.
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"Good luck with all the tattoos there, darlin. But I welcome you trying."
Maybe he's exaggerating: there's still plenty of bare skin.
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"Doesn't matter if anyone can see it," he said, voice low and warm. "You'll still feel it."
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Lucien looks down as a thumb strokes over the damp skin left behind. He grins.
"Eager your mark on me?"
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He groans quietly against the kiss as the other man grabs his ass. Lucien bites Jamie's lip in retaliation.
"Want to be inside me when the blade comes out, darlin?" he asks. He can offer that, at least. Then he tips his head. "Or me in you?"
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"Get me ready if you want it," he says with a wicked grin. Jamie's hands aren't busy, after all, and it might give Lucien the chance to drip a bit more wax. He leans over the other man to pick up a different candle, a smirk still playing on his mouth.
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"Come on," he mutters, quietly impatient. He has a method here, and having Jamie in him before he picks up the knife is part of it. More than that, he's aching for more attention.
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"Okay, okay, you're good," he murmured, taking his hand away to grab Lucien's hips, guiding them into place.
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Lucien sighs and he can feel the stretch but he'd rather have it than not.
"Good boy," he groans. His tail wraps around one of Jamie's thighs. He rewards the other man with another pour of wax before he reaches to put the candle down.
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"Don't flinch," he warns. Lucien slides the flat of the blade against Jamie's chest and uses it to peel up some of the wax - he lets it drag enough to scrape, but not cut. Not yet.
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Still, it was hard to be too worried about it with the gorgeous scald of wax burning in his veins and the guy with the knife sitting on his cock. If nothing else, he'd lose out on some good dick if he did anything stupid. So Jamie watched the knife, shivered as it scraped him, but his hips rocked up in rhythm, meeting Lucien's thrusts against him.
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He glances at Jamie's face.
"Tsk, don't get distracted," he says with a wicked grin. His hand slides from Jamie's shoulder to press against his throat instead. Lucien is just as deliberate there as he is with the knife: he doesn't completely cut off air, but he could.. His attention drifts lower and he flicks more of the wax off with the knife edge, leaving red marks from both the burn and the drag of the blade.
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