[ that tongue... it's not like he sees it as a competition to see who has the more dexterous tongue, but there's no way murr is going to just let shylock in. it has to be a little rough, a little dirty; tongues gliding against each other, not a first time introduction but one that feels natural.
the feeling in his chest is one of happiness. pure, unadulterated joy. for shylock to give murr this kind of attention is unforgettable. he may be a creature of instinct and impulsivity, but this is the kind of thing he'll want to indulge in again and again. ]
Shylock...
[ it's a half-plead and half-pout, a whine as he reaches into his own trousers and grabs onto the other wizard's hand, holding it there so he can grind against shylock's fingers and palm. ]
[ mm. their makeout sessions have to spicy in some degree, with shylock making soft little moans into murr's mouth. his heart may not burst into flames any time soon, but the insides of his chest feel hot regardless the more they go on.
he breaks the kiss for a little while, his tongue darting out to lick off the bit of drool that connects their lips together as he sits up, casting murr a half-lidded gaze and a smile as his hand picks up the pace down there. ]
What do you think?
[ all aspects off murr say his name differently. how is shylock supposed to choose?
well, no matter. somehow shylock knew that their tea party was going to end up like this, so he takes a packet of lube from his pockets and slides murr's underwear down to his knees, slathering his cock with it. ]
Moan for me a few more times and I might just tell you.
[ there's a faint glimmer of something else in murr's eyes. something keener and icy, with an equally sharp smirk crossing his face for just a second. he knows the answer and it makes his heart sing with elation. ]
You do! You do! Shy~lock!
[ he digs his nails a little harder into his back before shylock sits up, dragging them along before flopping backward. the pleasure of being jerked off simultaneously fogs his brain while also keeping him hypersensitive.
how he knew their little party would turn into something a lot steamier... murr should've known. some celebrations just end up like this. with shylock, when it's just the two of them?
but instead of moaning, murr sticks his tongue out with an impish grin. ]
Shylock... you want this as badly as I do, so just take me. Okay?~
[ he can't help the groan that escapes his throat as murr digs his clawlike fingers into his skin, leaving more marks. well that's fine, it can be easily hidden away with clothing.
and yes, he does want this a whole lot. his own desire encompasses murr's after all, his sighs becoming more wanton as he lets go of murr's cock to slip his fingers behind himself for preparation.
...since when was the last time he did this with murr, anyway? as always, days and months and years and centuries blend in together in shylock's point of view, and it all culminates to shifting his position atop murr and slowly lowering himself onto him. he covers his mouth with the back of one hand, the other on murr's chest as he rebalances himself before he starts moving in an easy pace, acclimating himself to the other man.
oh, and. he'll cover murr's mouth too because he might mewl and yelp a lot. thin walls, remember? ]
[ wow. how dare he be silenced... he has a lot to say right now? but maybe it's not words or noises that he needs to make. murr is at the whim and mercy of the bartender above him, of the man who more or less reshaped him from an arrogant and haughty intellectual into the cat-shaped loaf that is now trying to bite at shylock's hand.
his teeth barely graze, but that's it. nothing serious. not in this position. those protests, legitimate or not, begin to weaken as he starts to lose himself with the building pressure. the feeling of being stretched and filled. of course he'll yowl a little, ignore the fact the walls are thin enough where the noises he makes could be pretty questionable to unknowing ears.
still. that's not going to keep him from squeezing around shylock, an involuntary desire to both keep him in but also keep him out. it's the former that wins out, though as his head spins from the pleasure. ]
[ looks like murr is starting to get more into it too. that's good. and he looks just as good from here, looking at shylock with a look of reverence and utter curiosity. can't really blame him though -- shylock's face once he gets going is worth a thousand pictures, and it's simply too bad that neither of them have mastered the camera yet for this moment.
he moves his hand from murr's mouth as his movements quicken, gripping the other man's shoulder as he lets a few moans of pleasure slip from his lips. yes, let him take the lead for now, let him savor the moment where the both of them are here in here, still alive somehow. ]
Murr...
[ a breathless name before he veers over the edge as he comes -- sorry for the mess he made just now, but it can't he helped as he carefully lowers his chest against murr's for a breather.
if he did look like he'd gotten way into it, it's probably just his imagination. shh. ]
[ for a moment. maybe the briefest of moments, murr thinks about how the moon couldn't ever do this to him without... well. it'd probably be a very quick one. this, however, is just right. he wants to keep moving with and then against shylock, maintain that presence within him as long as he can. his own cock is throbbing, pulsing at the same time that his heart beats, and it's almost as loud as he's getting.
breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
[ my, what a question to dwell on while they're basking in the afterglow.
for a while, shylock does not respond. it would have been easy to say that murr is, but he's already conflicted enough as it is. if any of murr's soul shards find themselves in this world as well...
he lets out the softest of chuckles, curling up on top of murr. it's his turn to be catlike. ]
We'll see.
[ leave it to him to make things more complicated between the two of them ]
[ what a response, but that only encourages murr's next smile to be a little toothy. a little wider. even though he's tired and could go for a nice nap... and that's only being exacerbated by shylock's new found power of loaf.
his laugh is light and gentle. not upset at all with the answer. it's something he expects; no one should ever feel tethered down by another. unless it's murr and the moon and then get out of his WAY he needs the moonussy right meow.
but he won't answer with words. talk is cheap... he'll just continue to cling onto shylock like a nice, familiar pillow. ]
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the feeling in his chest is one of happiness. pure, unadulterated joy. for shylock to give murr this kind of attention is unforgettable. he may be a creature of instinct and impulsivity, but this is the kind of thing he'll want to indulge in again and again. ]
Shylock...
[ it's a half-plead and half-pout, a whine as he reaches into his own trousers and grabs onto the other wizard's hand, holding it there so he can grind against shylock's fingers and palm. ]
... do you like it when I say your name?
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he breaks the kiss for a little while, his tongue darting out to lick off the bit of drool that connects their lips together as he sits up, casting murr a half-lidded gaze and a smile as his hand picks up the pace down there. ]
What do you think?
[ all aspects off murr say his name differently. how is shylock supposed to choose?
well, no matter. somehow shylock knew that their tea party was going to end up like this, so he takes a packet of lube from his pockets and slides murr's underwear down to his knees, slathering his cock with it. ]
Moan for me a few more times and I might just tell you.
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You do! You do! Shy~lock!
[ he digs his nails a little harder into his back before shylock sits up, dragging them along before flopping backward. the pleasure of being jerked off simultaneously fogs his brain while also keeping him hypersensitive.
how he knew their little party would turn into something a lot steamier... murr should've known. some celebrations just end up like this. with shylock, when it's just the two of them?
but instead of moaning, murr sticks his tongue out with an impish grin. ]
Shylock... you want this as badly as I do, so just take me. Okay?~
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and yes, he does want this a whole lot. his own desire encompasses murr's after all, his sighs becoming more wanton as he lets go of murr's cock to slip his fingers behind himself for preparation.
...since when was the last time he did this with murr, anyway? as always, days and months and years and centuries blend in together in shylock's point of view, and it all culminates to shifting his position atop murr and slowly lowering himself onto him. he covers his mouth with the back of one hand, the other on murr's chest as he rebalances himself before he starts moving in an easy pace, acclimating himself to the other man.
oh, and. he'll cover murr's mouth too because he might mewl and yelp a lot. thin walls, remember? ]
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his teeth barely graze, but that's it. nothing serious. not in this position. those protests, legitimate or not, begin to weaken as he starts to lose himself with the building pressure. the feeling of being stretched and filled. of course he'll yowl a little, ignore the fact the walls are thin enough where the noises he makes could be pretty questionable to unknowing ears.
still. that's not going to keep him from squeezing around shylock, an involuntary desire to both keep him in but also keep him out. it's the former that wins out, though as his head spins from the pleasure. ]
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he moves his hand from murr's mouth as his movements quicken, gripping the other man's shoulder as he lets a few moans of pleasure slip from his lips. yes, let him take the lead for now, let him savor the moment where the both of them are here in here, still alive somehow. ]
Murr...
[ a breathless name before he veers over the edge as he comes -- sorry for the mess he made just now, but it can't he helped as he carefully lowers his chest against murr's for a breather.
if he did look like he'd gotten way into it, it's probably just his imagination. shh. ]
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breathy and rapid gasps for air, almost whining with every thrust, and shutting his eyes closed while shylock whispers his name. the pressure builds and builds and he's a slave to baser instincts for the final seconds. he reaches out, grabbing onto shylock's shoulder, almost mirroring what's happening to him, and...
he comes too. a little after shylock does. all of his energy goes with it, and he's happy that he's the one on the floor. murr's eyes are wide, staring into nothing and everything, seeing those stars that accompany the moon sparkle all around shylock before he rests himself on murr. ]
Shylock... am I yours?
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for a while, shylock does not respond. it would have been easy to say that murr is, but he's already conflicted enough as it is. if any of murr's soul shards find themselves in this world as well...
he lets out the softest of chuckles, curling up on top of murr. it's his turn to be catlike. ]
We'll see.
[ leave it to him to make things more complicated between the two of them ]
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his laugh is light and gentle. not upset at all with the answer. it's something he expects; no one should ever feel tethered down by another. unless it's murr and the moon and then get out of his WAY he needs the moonussy right meow.
but he won't answer with words. talk is cheap... he'll just continue to cling onto shylock like a nice, familiar pillow. ]