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Heh. So trusting. [Asch keeps working away at Guy's neck, nipping, kissing, and grazing all the way across his neck and over his collarbone, one arm braced beside Guy's head to support himself while the other hand slides down Guy's chest, teasingly brushing over his pants before moving up again.]

Hmph. Maybe I should roll us over. [Guy arches up against Asch in retaliation.]

[Asch pushes him back down, lips shifting upwards to bite lightly on his ear.] You're the one who wanted to go slow. Now that I'm leading, you're in a hurry?

Nnh. Not...a hurry really... [Guy sucks in a breath and his hands clutch Asch's hips instead, fingers working against the fabric of his shirt and pants.]

[Brushing his free hand idly through Guy's hair, he shifts the other back down again, tugging the shirt aside to kiss his way downwards. He wanted to be the one getting Guy to make all the noise for once.]

[Guy pushes himself up on an elbow to watch Asch, face flushed as he reaches down to clutch gently at Asch's hair. It isn't very often that Asch takes complete control of the situation but Guy's learned that when he does it's best not to tease him too much. His ego's a little fragile still, after all.]

[Guy's a smart man, though it doesn't take a genius to understand Asch's short fuse. He works nice and slow, paying careful attention to every bit of exposed skin he feels like touching, letting the one hand fall from Guy's hair to trail down his chest as he moves. His body rubs against Guy's pants more and more the further he goes, until his other hand finally hooks around the edge of it.]

[By about now Guy's head is bowed, his chin against his chest as he fights against panting like some sick pervert because come on, Asch has barely done anything worth that yet.]

[And Asch knows it already, really, which is why he halts, thumbs rubbing against Guy's thighs, and smirks up at him. Want something?]

[Not enough to beg for it. Guy swallows, regaining his composure.]

[Yeah, Asch didn't expect that much, though he's a little disappointed. Clearly he has to push Guy further, so he starts tugging the pants down (dammit, they're always so tight), nails lightly grazing the skin as he goes.]

[You know you like those tightpants.

Guy has a good idea of what's coming though, so he's going to sink back down to lay against the bed, fingers gripping the sheets lightly.]

[...Well maybe.

Oi, sit up, he wants to watch you while he goes this. Well, whatever, he's doing it either way- at the very least he can hear it...

...

Dammit, but it's more entertaining when he's watching.]

...You're being lazy.

[Propping himself up on his elbows again.] I'm sorry, is this better?

[As a matter of fact-] Yes. [And without another word he gets those annoyingly charming pants out of the way and blows lightly on Guy's length.]

[WORTH IT.] Ahhh...

[You're such a brat, honestly. ~~pot kettle black~~ Asch snorts slightly and bends down a little more, pressing his lips against Guy and slowly going at it. Tasteless as always, but Guy rewards him via the sounds he makes, anyway.]

[And sounds Asch shall have! In due time. At the moment Guy's letting his head fall back as he locks his jaw; he can't really help panting now though, so the air is rushing harshly through his teeth.]

[Asch is never one to back down from a challenge; it's probably not exactly the best thing ever to treat a blowjob as a battle, but hey, he wouldn't be a God-General if he wasn't capable in all things. ...Or a fair number, anyway. He may have started out slow, but he'll pick up the pace soon enough, head moving as his lips and tongue work towards breaking Guy's calm.]

[Guy's pretty composed in...nearly all things, but there are several that can break that composure.

A blow job is one of them.

After a bit Guy can't help but reach for Asch's hair, clutching and trying to swallow most of the sounds he's making, but unable to completely stifle some of the whimpers and hisses.] Ahhh...ahh- Score, Asch-

[Target: met. Asch would have liked to smirk, but his mouth is rather occupied, so he settles for stroking Guy's hips and taking him a little deeper. Let's see how quiet he can keep himself, shall we?]

[Asch is doing very well. Marvelously so.

Maybe a little TOO well.] A-Asch- nnngh!- Asch h-hold on-

[Asch pauses, though he doesn't withdraw, eyes lifting. What, already?]

["Already," huh? Guy just doesn't want to get too far ahead, you brat.] J...just...maybe it's time to move on. [Since he knows you're probably going to tease the hell out of him before they actually get anything serious started anyway.]

[Asch shrugs idly and pulls back, giving his mouth a wipe before smirking.] That didn't take as long as last time. [Practice does make perfect, evidently. Or at least improvement. Mind you, oral wasn't something he liked to do regularly, so it was nice to know he could get to the end result in a decent amount of time.

Still, they had a ways to go, so he shifts up again, fingers grazing over Guy's length to keep from losing the effect of his work completely, tackling his neck with kisses again.]

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[Action] Guy: /CRIES/ Noooo~

[Action] Asch: /TURNED OFF BY UKE TEARS

[Action] god who WOULDN'T be.

[Action] too many men to count, evidently.

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[Action] are you sure it doesn't taste like idk candy canes or something

[Action] it tastes like fontech, it's nasty

[Action] ...that line up there. are you saying asch SUCKED his way up the ranks.

[Action] well maybe if you go with what a fair number of the fans say...

[Action] FANON. you have to re-app now.

[Action] oh shit. /drops

[Action] FFFFFFFFFUCK

[Action] now you can get yourself an IC asch D|