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[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.]

[When Nehan catches his eyes, they're blown wide, dilated with obvious arousal to just... everything Nehan's putting out right now. Just his taste, really, small and dominant.

Of course, Ives' arousal is obvious in so many ways at this point. He's rock hard within Nehan's grip, panting to get held up against the other man's cock. His ears are perked forward, that long tail of his now just outright batting back and forth like some excited animal. Flushed skin is bright and trails from his cheeks to his shoulders, blushing heat all along the fridges of his fur.

Reaching his hands out, he's almost shaky with desire, anchoring his palms to each side of Nehan's thighs straddling him. He won't get them in way, but he does want to grip onto the man right back.]

Next time... I'll be better prepared. [should there be a next time goes unsaid. Ives already very much wants there to be a next time. He's an eager creature, stoic demeanor melting by the moment]

Next time, is it...

[nehan puts his legs around the man's waist, feet on the back of the chair to give himself some leverage later. then he starts to stroke both of them, timing his breathing with the movements of his hands as he keeps looking straight at ives in the eyes.]

Then I'll wait to destroy you until next time. [not a boast, but a promise.]

Haah, just- ... Just, just put me back together... after, Doctor... [if he's going to get destroyed, which really just sets his imagination spinning. The man's assertive control is just what Ives likes most, perhaps because he's so used to being that person, it's appeals to Ives to give that up during sex. If there's ever a time to be a different person, it's when he loses all sense of his stoic nature and becomes a panting, blushing mess. Nehan riding him into utmost submission is a destruction he'll look forward to.

And it's a thought riling him up currently. His cock twitches against the other man's cock and grasp, slicking up both with precum. It occurs to him that it's been a while in the sense of... he's not sure he'd yet fooled around with anybody this particular life. It would be silly to think he has anything like chastity, but with his repeating lifecycle, this would be the first this time around. Another jolt of self-conscious embarrassment, his body more young and eager than he perhaps anticipated in all his earlier confidence. He's going to have to try particularly hard to hold himself back from bursting early...]

Only after I'm properly done with you.

[nehan is gratified with the effect he has on the man-- after all, with such a long time of having nothing, it's good to know that he still knows what to do, and it seems like ives doesn't mind the roughness of his hands and body.

for good measure, nehan starts to rock his hips, adding another sort of friction between them, and he has to bite his lower lip-- that's beyond being able to feel. that's sensitivity, and he's relieved at that.

it feels good.]

That's... one way, to make sure I always owe you... [Ives groans out in a flustered sort of bemusement, because clearly he wouldn't mind that arrangement one bit. Sounds like a pretty good deal.

When Nehan rolls his hips along with everything else, Ives briefly bucks back, gasping along with it. He wants to writhe more, but beneath the man, he doesn't have much leverage that isn't going to just toss Nehan right off him. He needs to sit still and be a good boy.

With one arm leaned back to best hold himself in place, he reaches his other to Nehan's hair again. He pets through his hair to an ear to stroke in very gentle contrast. That biting of his lip is so tempting... Ives leans in, nudging his forehead to the other man to ask further permission]

Can I kiss you-? [some people don't really like that, think it too intimate for casual sex, but Ives always found it somewhat... silly reason. They're already doing this much, what's adding that in? Still, it's Nehan's say, Ives is going to obey his command]

[unlike many others, nehan thinks nothing of the act of kissing. it's simply "something" to him, and that sort of mentality is what allows him to nod his head in a quick and simple response, releasing his lip so he can speak.

and allow ives to do what he wants.]

Do whatever you want.

[That's clear and concise, just as Ives likes it. He holds Nehan's head around back of an ear, stroking along the fur softly with his thumb. His lips meet with Nehan's and he's not hesitant to escalate the passion there. He nibbles his somewhat jagged teeth to the man's lip, none too roughly, just bait to see if Nehan will bite back at him... another thing he quite likes.

Though maybe that's a bad idea, when he wants to drag his tongue along teeth, tangle also with the other man's tongue. He's curious about all of it, thoroughly in the mindset of experimenting and gauging the man's reaction to understand what might best effect him.

It keeps Ives' mind off himself, something very necessary with how on edge he's getting with Nehan's stroking hands and wagging hips upping the pleasure between then each moment]

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