[ The motions of disposing of the used condom are automatic. Eliot drops it in the trash beside his bed and tucks himself back into his pants. He'd felt it when Adrian came too, just unending pleasure that seemed to stretch out like molasses, almost indistinguishable from his own. And now he can feel that, as tired as he is, Adrian still wants more. ]
We can get ready for bed if you want— [ He's not acknowledging that other comment; as if Eliot's gonna kick him out on the middle of the night with no way of getting anywhere and right after they'd fucked. Please. ] —or you can come here and I can make you come again.
[ He pushes himself to his feet with a faint grimace. He really should clean up and call it off there, but there's a not insignificant part of him that is always too curious for his own good. If it is only going to be one night, shouldn't he try everything? But on the other hand, Eliot is already satisfied, so what's he point?
He stops in front of Eliot, like he's not quite sure what to do with himself. ]
It doesn't really... I'm not sure of how many times I can... [ Gods, why is he trying to over-explain? He makes a vague gesture towards the bed. ] That is, you shouldn't feel obligated. I usually let it go away on its own, honestly.
[ Eliot sits down on the bed and then tugs Adrian down onto his lap. ]
You tell me. Does what I'm feeling feel like obligation to you?
[ It's insane to say the words out loud, the acknowledge the weird thing linking them, but it does have its uses. He's finding that Adrian only really hears what he wants to; it's faster to get him to come to the right conclusion by himself.
His hands settle on Adrian's hips as though magnetised. Eliot almost leans in again for a kiss before he remembers, and then exhales sharply, jaw tensing briefly. Instead, he tears a fresh condom off the strip, holding it up between them with two fingers. ]
[ Adrian goes where he's pulled, tense and careful of getting too close. There's an audible gasp from him when Eliot's hands find his hips, and then his teeth sink into his lower lip. He knows exactly what Eliot wanted to do just a moment ago, and how frustrating it is that he can't.
At the same time, Adrian finds it quietly baffling. Is it his own want, tangled in with Eliot's? Is it this strange bond that seems to have formed between them? Perhaps the most ethical thing to do would be for him to leave, or to put a stop to this until he understood... and yet. Gods grant him mercy, but he doesn't have the strength of will to resist.
He looks at the condom in Eliot's hand, then back to his face before offering the smallest nod. He all but squirms in Eliot's lap. ]
How do you want me? [ He only realizes how that sounds after the words are already out of his mouth. ]
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We can get ready for bed if you want— [ He's not acknowledging that other comment; as if Eliot's gonna kick him out on the middle of the night with no way of getting anywhere and right after they'd fucked. Please. ] —or you can come here and I can make you come again.
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He stops in front of Eliot, like he's not quite sure what to do with himself. ]
It doesn't really... I'm not sure of how many times I can... [ Gods, why is he trying to over-explain? He makes a vague gesture towards the bed. ] That is, you shouldn't feel obligated. I usually let it go away on its own, honestly.
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You tell me. Does what I'm feeling feel like obligation to you?
[ It's insane to say the words out loud, the acknowledge the weird thing linking them, but it does have its uses. He's finding that Adrian only really hears what he wants to; it's faster to get him to come to the right conclusion by himself.
His hands settle on Adrian's hips as though magnetised. Eliot almost leans in again for a kiss before he remembers, and then exhales sharply, jaw tensing briefly. Instead, he tears a fresh condom off the strip, holding it up between them with two fingers. ]
So? You gonna let me?
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At the same time, Adrian finds it quietly baffling. Is it his own want, tangled in with Eliot's? Is it this strange bond that seems to have formed between them? Perhaps the most ethical thing to do would be for him to leave, or to put a stop to this until he understood... and yet. Gods grant him mercy, but he doesn't have the strength of will to resist.
He looks at the condom in Eliot's hand, then back to his face before offering the smallest nod. He all but squirms in Eliot's lap. ]
How do you want me? [ He only realizes how that sounds after the words are already out of his mouth. ]