[He jumps slightly at the sensation, a noise of surprise catching in his throat. The touch feels molten hot against his skin, and it's new and sends a slight shiver down his spine. That in itself is strange too, and his hand wavers for a moment before resting on the tenno's hip.]
[A soft grunt in acknowledgement of the noise while he dips his head down, brushing his lips against his pulse. Kisses are smeared along the cephalon's throat as he adjusts one hand to keep him close. The other busies itself with roaming farther up his stomach and pushing up his shirt out of the way.
Slow exploring of fingers brushing around as though to memorize each touch. It's a few moments before he braves a rock of his hips against him.]
[It's one thing to know of what's happening, to have seen things before from the bright spark of intergalactic comms. It's another thing entirely to feel skin against skin, and the sensation leaves him winded and thrown off-kilter. Sensation itself is still a somewhat new thing, and this is-
The rock of his Operator's hips sparks something, and he inhales sharply with it all. New, it's all so very new, and he's struggling to process it all logically. But logic doesn't seem to have a place in this, it's so very more real than that.]
[His teeth graze against his throat when he finishes his run of kisses and focuses on giving him another rock at the encouragement of the sounds. He pulls away slightly, words hot against the cephalon's skin as his hand edges back down along his stomach.]
Are you ok?
[A hand slips after he pulls away and tosses away the shirt he had taken off prior to coming here. His fingers slowly working on his pants but he was keen on making sure Ordis was doing fine with all this.]
[There are so many things happening right now, and it's jumbled and muddy and so unlike anything he's ever experienced. Were it any other being he wouldn't trust such disorganization and trepidation, but this is his Operator and his faith in the man is unwavering. It might help as well that there's a pleasant throb of something that he can note, and while logic and thought may fall short it's something he's certain to give.]
[He hums softly in acknowledgement before putting off his fumbling to gently coax the cephalon's arms up so that he could tug off his shirt. It's thrown and forgotten with little thought. Pulling him back in, his soft grinding picks back up as much as hands wandering along and brushing newly exposed skin.]
[It's different, the feeling of hands upon bare flesh, and it brings about a new level of intensity that he's not quite prepared for. There's yearning now, instinctual and only half-aware, but it's too much to try to process through. No, the time for thought seems to be rapidly slipping away and instead he rests his head on the tenno's shoulder, breathing heavily and shuddering even as he risks a slight rock of his own hips in return.]
[A kiss is pressed against the cephalon's temple while he follows along the bumps of his spine with the gentle strokes of his fingers. Something else that he wants burned away into his memory, the way Ordis is pressed in and the noises being drawn out. The brief rock from him earns a low groan before the tenno reaches down and fumbles with his pants, shoving them down with a growl.]
[Noise, noise is good he thinks, but it's oh so hard to think when things are a slow haze of heat and touch and everything he's not even sure he can quite ever comprehend. Whatever it is, it's something he's keen to hear more of, and even with the flurry of movement he decides to test his luck. It isn't skilled, but he leans in to press an experimental kiss to the tenno's shoulder, fascinated by the salt taste of his skin as he brushes his tongue over the spot.]
[A pleased noise slips out in response of the kiss but he hesitates at the sensation of a tongue running across where he had received it. His hands twitching slightly at the feel and slowly realizing that he's ok with the action before smearing hot kisses along the cephalon's shoulder in approval. He guides Ordis forward and steps out of his pants, continuing his soft attentions to him.]
[The reaction seems to be positive, and there's a swell of pride that he's managed to do something so right. Perhaps there's a flush too, because it's a heady sort of power to be able to serve his Operator in such a fashion and to know that everything that he's done seems so important.
But there's a mouth on his skin and it draws another breathy noise from him, his breath warm against the tenno's skin as his eyes screw shut. His fingers dare to stray to the man's hips, and even if he's lost beyond that, he still grips and keeps the other close.]
[A pleased noise slips out from him as he continues to smear kisses along his shoulder and up his neck before stealing a kiss from him. The tenno eases his hands down to start fumbling with the cephalon's pants, unbuttoning them before giving a soft tug. It was almost another ask of permission but he wanted to keep on brushing his lips across his cheek.]
[The moment a hand brushes the front of his pants he goes still, fingers tightening momentarily as he tries to catch his breath. It's hard though, the brush of sensation has him all but shaking as he tries to keep his wits about him.]
Please-
[Please what though? He's not even sure, just that he doesn't want his Operator to pull away and certainly doesn't want him to stop.]
[The noises make him shudder against the cephalon and he pays no heed to how the fingers hold onto him so tightly. Instead he busies himself with shoving down the last piece of cloth that offends him so.
At the please though, he focuses his gaze downwards and wets his fingers with a flick or two of his tongue before winding around Ordis. His fingers holding the trembling hardness and giving it a stroke.]
[But the rest of the words is cut off by a strangled noise as his eyes go wide. The sensation is a shock through his system and leaves him weak at the knees, so much so that he crumbles against the tenno and clings to him as if he's the only support left in the world.]
[That doesn't sound good nor does the reaction give any confidence at all. He immediately releases his hold on him, helping to steady him with an arm hooked around him.]
[He melts into the tenno with a ragged breath, nerves singing and the want deep in his stomach twisting and coiling. The hand is gone, and he's momentarily thankful for that but there's a longing that he can't place into words accompanied by a distinct sense of loss and dissatisfaction.]
I apologize.
[The words come breathless, but he can't be bothered to speak properly at the moment.]
[The cephalon is supported regardless and he's keen on making sure that he had some stability before lightening up his hold. However the words come as a surprise. They might even have earned a pleased smirk from him as he presses kisses along his throat.]
[It comes out as a low heated growl against his throat as he shifts against him. He pulls up the cephalon into his arms and heads towards the bed though briefly pausing to grind up against him with a pleased groan. The tenno carts him over afterwards though pressing a kiss to his forehead and stepping to the side to snag some necessary supplies.]
[Has he said something wrong? There's a moment of intense concern as his Operator moves, but it's washed away not moments later by the wash of sensations. He moans, a quiet, high sort of thing, scrabbling to keep ahold of the tenno as they move, but skin on skin is far too brief because the other man is pulling away-
No, pulling back is the opposite of what should be happening.]
[The noises are more than enough to draw him back towards the bed but honestly he was more so in it for the one that was making the noises. He dips down to steal another deep kiss, easing the cephalon farther along the sheets before climbing on himself. That should be an answer worthy for the other man.
Whenever he called, the tenno would be more than glad to return. Faster in some situations than others.]
[Seeing his Operator return helps with the confusion and anxiety, but he still reaches out to hook his fingers around the back of the tenno's neck to keep him close. The kiss helps even more, and even if he's overstimulated and out of his element there's no place he'd rather be than close to his Operator.]
[He ducks down to smear kisses along his pulse, thumbing over the curve of the cephalon's hips as he takes his time. A low growl rumbling at the hand and he arches up into it to show his appreciation even if it were such a simple touch. His words heated against his throat.]
Still best to show caution and patience. Don't want to ruin this.
[The cap of the bottle is worked off and he slicks his fingers before slowly prepping him with more kisses trailed down along his shoulder and one or two pressed to his chest.]
[His words die in his throat at the first touch of fingers, and if before had been overwhelming this is on an entirely new scale. He's not prepared for it, but does his best to relax and take everything in. He trusts his Operator, and though this is new and strange and ever so much he knows that no harm will come to him.]
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Slow exploring of fingers brushing around as though to memorize each touch. It's a few moments before he braves a rock of his hips against him.]
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The rock of his Operator's hips sparks something, and he inhales sharply with it all. New, it's all so very new, and he's struggling to process it all logically. But logic doesn't seem to have a place in this, it's so very more real than that.]
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Are you ok?
[A hand slips after he pulls away and tosses away the shirt he had taken off prior to coming here. His fingers slowly working on his pants but he was keen on making sure Ordis was doing fine with all this.]
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[There are so many things happening right now, and it's jumbled and muddy and so unlike anything he's ever experienced. Were it any other being he wouldn't trust such disorganization and trepidation, but this is his Operator and his faith in the man is unwavering. It might help as well that there's a pleasant throb of something that he can note, and while logic and thought may fall short it's something he's certain to give.]
Yes. Yes I am.
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[It's different, the feeling of hands upon bare flesh, and it brings about a new level of intensity that he's not quite prepared for. There's yearning now, instinctual and only half-aware, but it's too much to try to process through. No, the time for thought seems to be rapidly slipping away and instead he rests his head on the tenno's shoulder, breathing heavily and shuddering even as he risks a slight rock of his own hips in return.]
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But there's a mouth on his skin and it draws another breathy noise from him, his breath warm against the tenno's skin as his eyes screw shut. His fingers dare to stray to the man's hips, and even if he's lost beyond that, he still grips and keeps the other close.]
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Please-
[Please what though? He's not even sure, just that he doesn't want his Operator to pull away and certainly doesn't want him to stop.]
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At the please though, he focuses his gaze downwards and wets his fingers with a flick or two of his tongue before winding around Ordis. His fingers holding the trembling hardness and giving it a stroke.]
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[But the rest of the words is cut off by a strangled noise as his eyes go wide. The sensation is a shock through his system and leaves him weak at the knees, so much so that he crumbles against the tenno and clings to him as if he's the only support left in the world.]
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I got you.
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I apologize.
[The words come breathless, but he can't be bothered to speak properly at the moment.]
Please. Don't stop.
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[The cephalon is supported regardless and he's keen on making sure that he had some stability before lightening up his hold. However the words come as a surprise. They might even have earned a pleased smirk from him as he presses kisses along his throat.]
I can. Unless you care to try something more.
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[But there are lips along his throat, and he shudders and keens at the sensation.]
I-do not know. Just please do not stop.
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[It comes out as a low heated growl against his throat as he shifts against him. He pulls up the cephalon into his arms and heads towards the bed though briefly pausing to grind up against him with a pleased groan. The tenno carts him over afterwards though pressing a kiss to his forehead and stepping to the side to snag some necessary supplies.]
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No, pulling back is the opposite of what should be happening.]
Operator?
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Whenever he called, the tenno would be more than glad to return. Faster in some situations than others.]
Had to grab things. I don't want to hurt you.
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I do not believe you could.
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Still best to show caution and patience. Don't want to ruin this.
[The cap of the bottle is worked off and he slicks his fingers before slowly prepping him with more kisses trailed down along his shoulder and one or two pressed to his chest.]
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Please, I- Slowly, please.
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