daemons-trolls replied to your post “Where did everybody go? I’ve been emotionally compromised. ”
-slides in, but somehow trips- fUCK
Hello friend. //flops down at your feet
elementrolls replied to your post “Where did everybody go? I’ve been emotionally compromised. ”
*hands you chocolate. chocolate makes everything better. unless you don’t like it*
//eats it out of your hand and whines
Where did everybody go? I’ve been emotionally compromised.
He’s delicate with you. At first, at least. The light touches that relieve you of your clothing leave you shivering and you’re nearly pressed against his cheat. You can’t say the thought isn’t inviting.
“You’re the one who came after me.” You’re a selfish man. Only your own desires and pleasure matter. Doubly so when you aren’t the pursuer. But he has a point. If you want this…him…you have to put forth an actual effort.
You snort at her words, suppressing a faint chuckle. You blink at her as she comes over, watching her as she pours and sips some tea. You reach for a cup and the pitcher of water, pouring a generous glass for yourself with a much more steady hand than the last time you were here.
"Right. Drunk, of course." You won’t directly say it, but recently you’ve been reminded once again of how poor some trolls are in comparison to yourself. Though if it hadn’t been for FLARPing, you might not have quite as great an abundance, despite all your inheritance (that you don’t even really use, honestly. You’re well-off, but you don’t overindulge. Like-Ancestor like-descendant, you suppose. You’ve just never seen a great reason for having a bunch of shit you’ll never use).
"Let’s not talk about me for the time being. I’d rather talk about you," you say with a business-like air about you, "and what y’do. Truth be told, I don’t remember too much of my last visit. Refresh me on why you take in trolls like me? If it’s not to much trouble, ‘a course."
This was not the line of questioning you expected, nor is it one you are particularly comfortable. Dacile is not what you would call and enemy, nor a friend, and is almost at the top of the spectrum. Many of her caste would consider you a revolutionary, a rebel, and would cull you without a second thought. Tread lightly.
"Well, you seem to remember how I locate trolls who are looking for me, I heard you loud and clear while I was hunting," you eye the larger troll carefully,"I primarily seek out and liberate slaves, only the ones who desire to be saved. The beaten, beat down, and abused all taste quite similar psychically. I thought you were and escaped slave the light I found you."
You don’t speak of the entire organization that functions under you. If she feels like exposing you, at least it would be just you and not the project.
You remain standing while he makes himself comfortable. Your arms are held formally behind your back, your entire body language rigid and on edge. To most, you wouldn’t look abnormal from your usual self. But he’s been in your head and beyond that, seems to know more about you than you let on. So there’s no doubt that he’ll see straight through you on this one.
Anxiously, you reach to straighten your tie that isn’t there. Right. Semi formal, mostly casual. As casual as you’re capable of getting, anyway.
And then he brings it up.
Casual sex is nothing to you. But this is an entirely different monster.
“It isn’t something that I can control,” You snap defensively. An ironic word choice, even to yourself. “It just happens.” And oh how you hate it. Humiliation on top of degradation. Your favourite tools, but not on yourself. You aren’t a crying man. Not since you became an adult.
“The only…thing I can think of is useless. Seeing as you…both of us…don’t want me in control for this.” Why are you doing this? Just to get off again? This is taking far too much trust in the indigo that he hasn’t earned and you don’t want to give.
“It isn’t like I want it to happen, either. Blindfold me if it bothers you so much.”
No. Let’s not do that.
He is still far to high on that horse of his for your liking. You stand and pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, as you pad barefoot towards him.
Standing in front of him you give him a once over. You stand close and lean down to nuzzle his neck as you unbutton his shirt. You kiss along his jaw, across his cheeks, and down him neck, but not his lips. If he wanted to kiss you, he would have to do it himself.
His shirt slips from his shoulders, and you murmur compliment before you remove his belt and push his pants down. Your fingers trail up the back of his thighs and along his flanks before wrapping around his horns.
You snarl at the corner of his mouth,”I’m not interested in motherfuckers that just want to lay there and take, after two orgasms, I want you to show me you want me. Show me that I’m right, and you’re worth my time.”