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Whether or not my genitals are in full working order.

[he feels no shame in saying that-- after all, ives already knows this private little part about him and the man doesn't mind.]

Ah.

[an awkward wink, but maybe that has it's own charm]

I can help with that.

You should.

[nehan waits a few seconds to build the anticipation, and then keeps his gaze on ives' face, as he moves his hand down his suit jacket, undoing every button as it goes. he may be out of the mafia now, and he may have not had sex in a long time, but he still remembers how to seduce. then again, the people in that family have only two preferences: a bold seductress who eventually bends, and a shy ingenue who does the same damned thing. family men tend to be quite predictable, and nehan doesn't have any experience outside of the mafia.

and it's not like he's ever succeeded in either role, he just doesn't have the heart for it, on account of having no heart.]

Come here-- feel free to touch as you like.

Edited 2021-11-12 17:03 (UTC)

[Ives is somewhat picky in his taste, but he's a man who likes order. The slow, deliberate motions being made do it for him just fine. Chaotic fits of passions aren't his style.]

I do like to be given directions. [when he's told to touch, he'll not act shy. One broad hand of his slips beneath the suit jacket coming undone, feeling along Nehan's waist over the clothing still there. Ives has big, strong hands to no surprise, so he can easily anchor the smaller man's weight with just one if he wants to lean into it.

His other hand reaches to pet one of those cute ears, hoping they aren't off limits.]

[if nehan's ears were bare of fur and sporting newly-healed tears like they had been just a year before, he wouldn't have allowed a foreign touch, any kind of touch. but, messily trimmed as the hairs are, nehan actually has full fur coverage on his ears now, and he allows the touch now that he knows it wont feel utterly wrong. this might be the first time since he was a child that he could feel something good with them.

his ear flicks once, like attempting to dislodge a fly, then stills for the petting.]

Ah, so you prefer to be led than leading. [that's good to know, the roles that they prefer to play in bed.]

Then-- undress me.

[Ives' manner is soft, petting the ear beneath his fingers with smooth strokes, curious over them. His hands, however, are rough things. His fingers and palms calloused from the work he did back home. He feels a need to make up for that with finesse and careful touch. That hand does drop from Nehan's hair at the order, down along the man's neck to find and free anything around the man's collar.]

I am fine with leading, but it is not my preference.

[The hand on Nehan's hip guides the man to Ives' thigh, which he shifts so it could be straddled and sat on easily. Nehan shouldn't be carrying his own weight if he needs a cane, not when Ives can.]

Besides, this is your payment. You should get more say.

Hmm.

I don't have any preference either way, outside of leading. [but usually, "leading" is often implied to be the position of being on top, or at the very least taking rather than being taken.

and, in a move that's often gotten his partners hungry, nehan removes the glove on his left hand with his teeth, tugging at it one finger at a time and then moving his head to toss it aside. only then does he crawl into the giant's lap, grateful for the support.]

We'll do it this way. Perhaps I'll sit on you.

[Gloves bother Ives in an odd way, but them being taken off he can get behind. He watches Nehan's little show of removing and tossing his aside. A hum of approval as he settles into Ives' lap.

Right, he was helping the man take his shirt off. He should focus up a bit better.

His fingers work down Nehan's garments, trying to get everything on his top half undone before slipping his fingers beneath, pushing up towards his shoulder to shrug the clothing off one side. He'll repeat on the other side, so Nehan can be stripped down further. Both of Ives' broad hands remain on him, petting along bare skin curiously]

What even works best for your experiment, Doctor. [the goal is to see if he can get turned on after all, Ives can indulge however the man likes]

Touching is fine for now, until I can take off all my clothing.

[the erune has to wonder if ives finds him disappointing. nehan certainly finds his body a disappointment every time he looks into a mirror when he's bare. as a result of his fifteen-month coma, nehan considers himself more than just underfed-- he looks atrophied, and combined with all the scars he's accumulated during his time under an unkind owner and that owner's equally unkind comrades, he doubts he looks like an attractive person.

perhaps the face, he thought, if one removed the heavy shadows under his eyes, but certainly not from the neck down.

still, best to have himself bare, eh? seeing is usually better than touching, so ives will know what he's getting into.

the erune lets his coat and suit jacket fall to the floor, revealing that yes, the sides of his clothing are cut out for all to see, and not just the sides-- the back as well.]

[Ives' attention doesn't stop nor stutter at Nehan further revealing himself. He had noted those large cut outs in the clothing, not unlike how his own pants showed off his thighs. Appealing before, but now he gets to touch freely, so that's more exciting. His flat palms moving along Nehan's back.

Ives is exploring up and down his spine, not lingering on scars or marks he might run across. He's not shy to such things, but it does draw another stark contrast between them. One that makes Ives a bit self conscious himself, for a silly reason. He's very young this new life and though he has the memories of his many past experiences, his body doesn't reflect that at all. He's been a warrior, he's seen so much, but how unproven he must look! All lean muscle and smooth skin. Like a show pony, instead of a worker horse... that feels suddenly embarrassing for him.

Nehan might be amused by just how red he gets. His pale skin really lights up, dotted with bright freckles across his face and nape]

Oh? [nehan looks him up and down, noting how red his face gets, and peeks down to check if the blush spreads.

because that's a blush, either of arousal or shyness. whichever one, it doesn't much matter, but nehan still notices, and will comment on it.]

Already shy? Or perhaps your interest is properly piqued.

[nehan pokes at the base of ives' neck, before drawing his hand down, down, then cups the man's groin to check.]

More the latter...

[The embarrassment is Ives riling himself up, overthinking his relative youth. The interest? That's Nehan's fault. In a good way. Ives absolutely finds him attractive.

Something Nehan can figure out for himself, when he reaches down. Ives' thighs tense slightly beneath the man's weight and touch, but he's far from jolting away. Even just a palm feeling up his groin is going to reveal he's very large there, going right along with his height. Nehan's confidence is very appealing, he can hope the man doesn't get intimidated by that]

[that dick is comparable to an adult male draph's, nehan notes through the garment, and gives it a pat, before he moves his hand away to thread it in ives' chest fur.]

Don't be so shy then, do what you want. [if he still wants someone who looks like death, he thinks unkindly to himself.

then, with his left hand, having gone mostly unused this whole time, the erune begins to undo the zipper on his trousers.]

[Ives puffs a little at that touch and that permission, good humored in a bit of frustration. Also, likely, the first notably lightened up expression that's probably crossed his very stern face.]

This is supposed to be your payment... [he doesn't want to prioritize himself! He's set on enjoying the moment simply by merit that Nehan is attractive to him so he's particularly more willing that merely exchange driven. His hands move again, swooping down together to Nehan's lower back, helping his pants and undergarments slip down if the man is stripping further. Curiously, he thumbs along Nehan's tailbone, curious if he, well, had a tail hiding from sight.]

Foreplay is not for getting prepared for penetration. [nehan huffs a little as he pushes his clothing down, balancing on one foot and the other, and throws trousers and underwear off onto another chair, and then crawls back onto ives' lap like he owns it.

his cock is soft, but that may change. what's never changed however is a lack of tail, because his sort don't have it. and he's fairly sure he's not some sort of erune with ancient noble blood who sport tails instead of crowns. in a way, he's glad he never had any, or else it might have yet another thing to be used against him.]

Besides, for instance, it's not as if I never had any erogenous zones before my accident. You just need to find them.

That's- not what I would think, either. I was checking if you had a tail... [apparently not though, so he changes tact. His fingers drag careful, but very firm up from the tailbone tip, massaging the protrusions of Nehan's spine and the muscles area it. That always felt nice for himself, it's something to test]

Those are usually sensitive in my world. [he's telling on himself. Does he care? Not really...]

Best if I play to my strengths, I suppose. [that is to say, his mouth, because he's good with that. Since Nehan is goading him on, he should explore further. Leaning in, his lips find the man's neck, kissing at the soft skin there with eager curiousity]

[nehan almost purrs when he feels that pet from his lower back all the way to his neck, but he manages to hold his tongue, most of his reactions showing as an arch to the man's hand. he has to wonder if the marking of the gunshot wound so near his spine is still there, before reminding himself that funf likely had gotten rid of it before it even scarred.]

Mm... no such luck. [the erune sighs softly, before tilting his head and baring more of his neck.]

No one in my bloodline or clan has a tail. So, unfortunately for you, all you have to play with are my ears.

[Ives hums against the pulse point of Nehan's neck when he opens up further. He does seem to be reactive to the massaging touch along his spine, so that's a good start. After traveling upward curiously, he's more firm as he traces the same line back down, fingers rubbing in deeper and slower. If Nehan has any knots of tension he notices, those can get some extra attention while he's at it.]

You have plenty more to play with than that... [a quiet, deep voiced comment as he trails further down, kissing and suckling the skin of his collar and chest, not quite rough enough to cause a hickey, but nearly there. He doubts Nehan wants to be treated too delicately, but Ives also isn't about to mark him all up without his command]

[nehan cant help but take a peek down between his legs, but he cant even see with such broad shoulders blocking his way. which... well. they're arousing in their own way, because he does have a liking for people with muscles, taller than himself, and with fur or horns... if ives cant help him with this issue, then no one stands a chance.

to that end, nehan reaches downward with one hand and takes hold of his cock, noting how warm it feels, how... it's not limp.

no?

he tries a stroke, and shivers, but the reaction is not as drastic as the sort he gets from ives' hands on his back.]

Ah, there it is. [a veritable miracle, the erune thinks.]

[Nehan reaching down between them draws Ives' attention that way. He only needs a glance to see the man's managed to get physically aroused. A success, then!]

That's very good... I take it we'll continue.

[Ives smirks a bit as both his rough hands tuck beneath Nehan's shoulder blades. His strong arms easily support the erune in place. Ives ducks a bit further in to kiss along his bare chest, soon focusing on a nipple, lapping his tongue outward to catch the nub with heated attention]

[he thinks that if ives stops, nehan will shave the giant's fur off. but he doesn't give voice to this particular threat, instead forcing himself to let go of his length and return the favor to the goatman instead.

kneads him, the muscles on his back, huffs when his body is laved with attention. good to know he's not numb there too.]

Take off your trousers. [a soft order.]

[Ives' ears give a cute flicker of recognition at the order. He hums against Nehan's skin before separating his mouth from a nipple. Licking his lips after, that cuts off any trail of saliva and lets him savor the taste of skin. He needs both hands to get at the clasps of his pants, so Nehan is left to balance himself on the Giant's thigh as he shifts around. He needs to unhook a portion that loops over his tail and then one in the front, slipping the garment down after that. It's all he's wearing, luckily...

Also, no getting around it; he has a massive, uncut, erect cock there to reveal. With his height that's to be expected, but he might actually be large for his current size. He did mention he'll keep getting taller, right? His expression isn't shy, so much as hope that's what you expected/I>.]

[nehan is fine perching as ives busies himself with his clothing, because he's found himself something to do.

namely, rocking into the giant's thigh to satisfy the needs of his now-alive dick, only pausing when he notes just what exactly ives was hiding in his clothes. then he tilts his head at it, ears turning.]

Hmm. [he reaches out and pats it, before stroking.

too thick for his hand to close around it properly, but then again, nehan they do have over a foot's height difference... and he's unafraid of that sort of thing.]

[His pants are stripped entirely off and he sets his hands down beside himself on the seat. Keep them out of the way while Nehan gives him a pleasantly scrutinizing look over. The man's hand is much smaller than his own, gripping onto his cock. Ives gives a short, quick intake of air when he's stroked, twitching against Nehan's palm.

He avoids squirming, not wanting to jostle the man around on his now naked thigh. A bit sensitive, that spot on his leg, Nehan seating himself where his skin turned to the fur of his faun legs. That line of difference is an arch from his inner knee upward to about mid-outer thigh, leaving his inner thighs smooth and dusted with freckles.

Ives looks over Nehan in return, glad to see his own erection wasn't flagging from disinterest. In working order, so...]

Getting ideas for what you want me to do, Doctor?

I want you to sit and accept whatever I give you, certainly. [ives did say he prefers being told what to do, ordered around, and nehan can assume he likes being dominated. so that's what he's doing, even if he so dearly wants to dig his fingers into all that fur. he wasn't lying when he told a human that he likes his men with fur or horns-- and this giant goatman has both.

shuffling forward to press their cocks together, nehan holds them with both hands, and looks back up to catch ives' eye.]

A shame I didn't have the foresight to place oils in my coat, otherwise I would have ridden you right here, right now.

[shameless.]

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