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[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...

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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.]

[And working Guy up is all well and good, but if he doesn't get Asch at least a little bit excited then he'll be too far behind. So Guy lifts his chin to give Asch room, but reaches between them and brushes a couple knuckles against Asch through his pants.]

[H-hi. Asch's breath catches at the touch, panting softing against Guy's neck, and lifts up to press his lips to the other man's. Let's get this party started, eh.]

[Perfectly okay with Guy. He's going to line their hips up and grind.]

[That one is enough to elicit a moan out of Asch, and he presses into the contact, breaking the kiss slightly to gasp. God, but that felt amazing.] Guy...

[HE IS SO PREDICTABLE, OH SCORE.]

[....He's laughing again.]

[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|

[Action] BUT WHO ELSE HAS AN INVISICOCK ICON

[Action] someone will steal it, obviously

[Action] oh that's okay then.

[Action] ;___; /s-so easily replaced

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