This Time Even Dreamier (VIII)

[wotanon]

[traumatic memories sometimes make you thirsty ok

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[weenwoon]

[There's a pang of flustered excitement in Levity's gut at seeing Absinthe like this. It's... endearing in its way, really; the way he holds tighter onto Levity, the way he pants, unable to speak, the way he smiles.

Levity slides his hands up to dig them into the other man's hair, rubbing at his scalp gently, and leans down to press a few kisses to his cheek and jaw.]

...Not too long?

[innerdaemons]

Not at all.

[ he finally manages to say that much as he catches his breath, fingers slowly uncurling as he instead strokes his back ]

I'm not very delicate, as you'll find.

[weenwoon]

[Levity can't help chuckling at that a little.]

I suppose I am, out of the two of us.

[One of his hands tightens its grip on Absinthe's hair and, perhaps unexpectedly, Levity nips at his earlobe, rather harder than his words would imply.]

...Something of a dangerous combination, aren't we.

[innerdaemons]

[ Absinthe laughs -- half-surprised, but not unhappy with this, shifting his own hand to tangle into Levity's hair ]

Something of one. Do you mind?

[weenwoon]

[There's a huff of laughter against his skin, a little flustered.]

Do I mind you touching me or us being not perhaps the most compatible pair?

[innerdaemons]

I would not say we are not compatible. Only that I perhaps encourage .. less than savory things.

[weenwoon]

[Levity straightens up to be able to look at him properly, a glimmer of wary curiosity in his eye.]

Such as?..

[innerdaemons]

I have half a mind to let you push at those limits a bit further. In a dream, after all -- it is not as if I can truly die.

[weenwoon]

[He looks away. Yeah let's not. Do that.]

...I would rather you did not, yes. I've seen more than enough death already, whether my own or others'.

[Absent-mindedly, he strokes Absinthe's cheek with a thumb. Warm. Still alive.]

I would rather you tell me more about what you would like to experiment with. Apart from strangulation, that is.

[innerdaemons]

Hmm...

[ he lifts his own hand, running the back of it against Levity's, fond ]

Did he restrict you in any way?

[weenwoon]

[C-CUTE... Levity is easy, just be sweet at him and that goes a very long way towards calming him down.]

Not actively, as it were. The place itself seemed to be doing that for him.

[He reaches out with his free hand to break off a stem of oats. At least in his own dream they're without influence - for now, at the very least.]

...These held the hunger. Whether literal or, shall we say, metaphorical. And they wouldn't let me move much, but I know not if they bent to his will or had a mind of their own, as it were.

[innerdaemons]

Well -- that is something worthy of experimentation, hmm? I cannot say it's something I've tested being on the receiving end of much.

[ experimentally, he grips Levity's wrist and gives it a little squeeze ]

If you are comfortable with as much, of course.

[weenwoon]

[He gives it some thought, but...]

I am.

[Bondage of any sort is like, really low on the Emotional Difficulty scale. Levity shifts to take hold of both of Absinthe's wrists, moving them gently to pin them down above his head.]

Something like this? Or did you have anything more specific in mind?

[innerdaemons]

You can use a bit more force than that.

[ the grass lengthens -- and strands of it curl to bind Absinthe's wrists, helpfully! ]

If you are comfortable with as much, of course.

[weenwoon]

[Thank u fucked up horny oats... Levity watches the grass curiously with just a hint of wariness. He remembers it weighing him down, but... it was one of the more complicated parts of it, where Levity would find it hard to draw a clear line between terror and thrill.]

I must say you do look quite enticing like this.

[Though his tone is a little teasing, it's not a lie - a fact easily testified to by the excitement in Levity's smile and the way he slowly slides his hands down Absinthe's arms to start working on unbuttoning his shirt.]

[innerdaemons]

Perhaps I'm a bad influence.

[ it's teasing in turn -- though there's an echo of familiar wording in there that does strike him -- but he's enjoying Levity's own enjoyment of this; glad for it, and it excites him in a way, skin goosebumping where Levity's fingertips touch bare flesh. ]

[weenwoon]

I wonder. This has been quite good so far.

[apart from the start when he was freaking out but yknow let's ignore that?

Absinthe's enjoyment of this is cute, though! Levity smiles at the reaction, dragging his fingers down his skin purposefully slowly as he opens his shirt and takes in the sight. Nice.

--and, actually. There's an idea.]

...Do you remember our time at the love hotel?

[innerdaemons]

I do, in fact!

[ he seems interested; the weeds give a little so he can let his arms relax, letting out a pleased little sigh. ]

[weenwoon]

Then you'll recall me lamenting that you hadn't brought along a blade.

[He trails his fingers down Absinthe's chest with a smug smirk; the implication is clear enough, hopefully.]

[innerdaemons]

[ -- a pause, then he laughs and a knife miraculously appears from thin air!! wow!! it's even hanging mid-air, hilt towards Levity for him to grab at will. ]

[weenwoon]

Thank you.

[Levity takes it delicately, smiling - it's more genuine, excited but a little nervous. He rests the tip of the blade against the start of Absinthe's collarbone, just under the throat, without pressing at all yet.]

I understand this is a strange question under the circumstances, but - is this alright with you?

[innerdaemons]

If it were not then I would have objected.

[ he's composed -- but there's still that anticipation in his eyes, and it's also evident in the way his breath intakes a bit, at the sensation of the blade against his skin. ]

[weenwoon]

I do worry somewhat that you would agree to something simply out of desire to make it up to me.

[But! There's bloodplay (gooplay? gross) to be had. Levity's breathing grows deeper, eyes fixed on Absinthe's skin as he presses the edge of the knife down - first just to break skin, draw ichor, but...

His eyes flicker up to Absinthe's as though asking permission before he presses down more.]

[innerdaemons]

I may lie about some matters... But - - not ones such as these.

[ he bites his lip at the press of the knife in - - and it is in fact that black ichor that beads under the blade, oozing thickly out, more so than blood.

at the look Absinthe smiles, nods. ]

You're free to try whatever you would like.

[weenwoon]

[Well, what he would like is, apparently, to touch the zombie goo. For science. Also still keeping the blade in Absinthe's flesh, since he seems to enjoy it.]

...You never quite explained about this.