[He doesn't chase Anduin's lips when he pulls away, but there's a small sound Chris would deny to the end of his days was a whine as he does.
The question is fair and he blinks as he lets out a small sigh. It's still pressing in his skin, that heat, but it's a gently burning thing and not the inferno that had driven his steps.]
I'm with you, it's my own head...just....really need- I'd really like to kiss you more. Please.
[ Something in the way he says that is so open, so earnest, that Anduin can feel the heat pouring into his own face as he says it.
Unless it's something else causing that sudden warmth...
His throat clears quickly. ]
My office.
[ Thankfully it isn't far at all, only just down the hall, and nudging the door open with his hip means he doesn't have to let go of Chris. A good thing, too.
Because the second the door closes the overwhelming urge to kiss him back takes hold, and the cleric was going to find himself pressed back into said door as Anduin's lips find his once more. ]
[Office. Yes. That's better than hallway where anyone could see them. He didn't need to be called unprofessional again, even if this absolutely was. It was the least important thought in his mind right now when Anduin made up most of the rest of them.
He's half a mind to press the healer into his desk once they're inside, but then he's back against the door instead and that's perfectly fine. Good, in fact.
Chris moans into the kiss, shame nowhere to be found. One of his hands is quick to dig into that lovely blond hair Anduin keeps tied back to grip at it while the other slips around to press in at his lower back.
His press of lips and then tongue doesn't have the fight it might usually, he isn't concerned with where the control landed for once, he just wanted more, to taste and touch as much as he could.]
[ There are thoughts they should be having, certainly. But then his mouth is on his, soft and hungry and tender and needful, and there are hands at his scalp, at the small of his back, and his own hands have settled momentarily at Chris's hips to keep him steady.
To keep them both steady, maybe. That's what the thigh slipping between his is for, certainly, not this building swell of heat and need roiling to the surface.
Without too much tugging, his hair soon falls free of the ponytail he usually keeps it in, pale gold spilling down past his shoulders, but his focus remains on the feel of his mouth, his body, against his, and why hadn't this happened sooner? Why were there still so many clothes involved?
[That length of hair is so wonderful in his fingers, those lips are perfect and each point of contact feels heated, from thighs to groin to hips. For a moment, time hangs here where it's perfect and enough, but then his blood boils more and it isn't. Not right now. On another day, he might enjoy goin slow, might enjoy the simple pleasure of a wonderful kiss. Anther day.
Right now, his fingers disentangle from Anduin's hair to slide down his chest and work at the buttons of his shirt. The next gasp of air is accompanied by one, simple, directive:]
Off. Need this off.
[Then his nips and kisses begin to travel from lips to jaw and down as both hands move to work the offending shirt off and reveal more skin for Chris to taste. His mouth lingers at neck and collar, once he can, to suck a dark mark in his trail of exploration.]
[ Any other day he'd scold him for his impatience, but no. No, that's correct, this needs to be off. Now.
Fortunately these buttons have been popped and mended enough times that they hold a little better through desperate fumbling, peeling away the vest and shirt in short order. Leaving the fabric parted for Chris's wandering lips to sample at.
That is of course before he presses down to leave a mark behind in that pale skin, and Anduin makes a throaty noise and shudders, rocking forward and nearly hiking Chris up against the door in the process. ]
[There's so much strength inb Anduin's form and there's a part of him that wants to take the other man apart for it, wants to see him needful and begging despite it. There's a different part that wants to know what it would be like to be pinned by that strength and wasn't that a rare desire?
Chris didn't like to be pinned very often, didn't like the vulnerability in it and didn't feel the trust needed for it very often. No mushroom would change that, he didn't think it would. Which meant that was feeling was already in him. Luckily, now wasn't the time to analyze it. Not when he knew a wonderful way to get delightful sounds from Anduin.
His hands push away the clothing to fall where it will so calloused fingers and palms might run appreciatively down scarred skin only stopping to pause at Anduin's nipples to run his thumbs over them just as Chris is leaving another sucking mark into his shoulder.
[ Good, and certainly not unappreciated. Another shiver runs through the priest before he chuckles softly, turning his head to nip at Chris's earlobe. ]
If you were hungry you need only have said so...
[ Though he's already shrugging off his clothes as best he's able -- unfortunately, his wife does so prefer his more tightly-fit attire. He's still able to manage, moments before his fingers skirt up along the front of Chris's shirt.
Fair is fair, and they are working towards a common goal here, no? ]
[He chuckles and presses a light kiss to the mark he's left as he leans back again.]
'Complaint' wasn't the sound you just made. But fair's to know I might well be hungry for something.
[He could wait though, as much as his achingly hard length argued otherwise, he could muster some patience. Which was why the clothing didn't suffer any of Chris' interest.
There's no buttons to fight with on Chris' shirt today, it's styled like a tunic in modern cloths, the difficulty comes from the fact his jacket's still on and he's decidedly pressed to the door.]
Much as I like where you've got me, gonna need a moment of space to get this off.
[Once it's granted to him, however, he's quick enough to shuck the jacket from his shoulders and start in on pulling the shirt over his head.]
[ As if he's only just realized himself, Anduin eases back, just enough to give Chris the space required to peel out of his jacket. There's almost a sheepish hue to his expression, though it doesn't last long.
Instead his eyes linger on the cleric, on the way the fabric bends and creases against him, a mere tease of what lies beneath. Once that jacket is off? He's happy to resume former interests, fingers sliding up to rake against his stomach, his chest, as he leans in to kiss his lips hungrily once more. ]
[Fingers chasing up the skin revealed as Chris takes off his shirt sends a shudder through him and the clothing is lost from his attention as soon as it's out of his hand.
Those lips are much more important, his kiss searing as his hands find Anduin's chest again.
There's a fresh wave of desire that runs through him as they break for air again and it has Chris surging forward with a hand grasping into that hair once more to grip and gently pull so he can lean in next to Anduin's ear.]
If I get on my knees for you, how long will you last? If I take you down my throat, how many of those lovely sounds will I get in return? [He grinds on Anduin's leg again, pressing in close to him so he's nearly wrapped around him.] Just how needful can I get you?
[Another small test: does dirty talk do anything for him? Not enough or too much to where Chris isn't even given a chance to make good on his promise? There's too much curiosity in him not to try.]
His mind is usually racing with something or another, and all those thoughts are now fully centered on that image Chris paints with his words. Coupled with the firm grip tugging at his scalp, heat stirs anew in his belly as his fingers stumble, clasping tight for a moment. ]
Light, don't tease...
[ Whatever he'd been planning to do next, the thoughts momentarily scatter from him. ]
[Chris grins against Anduin's ear and turns to kiss the side of his face.]
And yet it's so much fun.
[He's all talk, though, and he knows it. He couldn't bare to tease any longer even if he did want to.
He pulls back and presses a hand against Anduin's chest to give him the space needed to slip down to his knees. His lips press reverent kisses to the other man's stomach as he goes and deft fingers make quick work of the closure to Anduin's trousers. Those kisses fall along a line as more skin is revealed.
When he finally pulls the younger man's cock free, it's with an appreciative sound and another kiss pressed to the head. Anduin was not small, but Chris was no novice. He starts slow, the kiss turning to tongue as he lavishes thorough attention along the head and the ridge just under it.]
[ There's a thump as his forearm connects with the door, a little harder than he'd meant to. But he needs it to stay steady on his feet, once that warm mouth starts to graze his cock.
No, he isn't small in the least, and he doesn't ask for this as a result. To have it offered--
A hand threads through Chris's hair, fingertips grazing his scalp, as Anduin bows his head and takes a breath before nodding. More. Please. ]
[Chris’ eyes close as he focuses on relaxing his jaw and pressing back that reflex as he takes Anduin further into his mouth. Further. He takes a deep breath and swallows Anduin down into the tight clench of his throat.
His jaw would surely ache along with the rest, but gods…this was his favorite skill, hard learned and well worth it for the feeling it offered them both. For a moment, no thought exists but the heavy weight of Anduin on his tongue and the clouding of his head as he swallows around the intrusion again.]
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The question is fair and he blinks as he lets out a small sigh. It's still pressing in his skin, that heat, but it's a gently burning thing and not the inferno that had driven his steps.]
I'm with you, it's my own head...just....really need- I'd really like to kiss you more. Please.
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Unless it's something else causing that sudden warmth...
His throat clears quickly. ]
My office.
[ Thankfully it isn't far at all, only just down the hall, and nudging the door open with his hip means he doesn't have to let go of Chris. A good thing, too.
Because the second the door closes the overwhelming urge to kiss him back takes hold, and the cleric was going to find himself pressed back into said door as Anduin's lips find his once more. ]
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He's half a mind to press the healer into his desk once they're inside, but then he's back against the door instead and that's perfectly fine. Good, in fact.
Chris moans into the kiss, shame nowhere to be found. One of his hands is quick to dig into that lovely blond hair Anduin keeps tied back to grip at it while the other slips around to press in at his lower back.
His press of lips and then tongue doesn't have the fight it might usually, he isn't concerned with where the control landed for once, he just wanted more, to taste and touch as much as he could.]
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To keep them both steady, maybe. That's what the thigh slipping between his is for, certainly, not this building swell of heat and need roiling to the surface.
Without too much tugging, his hair soon falls free of the ponytail he usually keeps it in, pale gold spilling down past his shoulders, but his focus remains on the feel of his mouth, his body, against his, and why hadn't this happened sooner? Why were there still so many clothes involved?
Light help them both. ]
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Right now, his fingers disentangle from Anduin's hair to slide down his chest and work at the buttons of his shirt. The next gasp of air is accompanied by one, simple, directive:]
Off. Need this off.
[Then his nips and kisses begin to travel from lips to jaw and down as both hands move to work the offending shirt off and reveal more skin for Chris to taste. His mouth lingers at neck and collar, once he can, to suck a dark mark in his trail of exploration.]
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Fortunately these buttons have been popped and mended enough times that they hold a little better through desperate fumbling, peeling away the vest and shirt in short order. Leaving the fabric parted for Chris's wandering lips to sample at.
That is of course before he presses down to leave a mark behind in that pale skin, and Anduin makes a throaty noise and shudders, rocking forward and nearly hiking Chris up against the door in the process. ]
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Chris didn't like to be pinned very often, didn't like the vulnerability in it and didn't feel the trust needed for it very often. No mushroom would change that, he didn't think it would. Which meant that was feeling was already in him. Luckily, now wasn't the time to analyze it. Not when he knew a wonderful way to get delightful sounds from Anduin.
His hands push away the clothing to fall where it will so calloused fingers and palms might run appreciatively down scarred skin only stopping to pause at Anduin's nipples to run his thumbs over them just as Chris is leaving another sucking mark into his shoulder.
A little experimentation was always good.]
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If you were hungry you need only have said so...
[ Though he's already shrugging off his clothes as best he's able -- unfortunately, his wife does so prefer his more tightly-fit attire. He's still able to manage, moments before his fingers skirt up along the front of Chris's shirt.
Fair is fair, and they are working towards a common goal here, no? ]
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'Complaint' wasn't the sound you just made. But fair's to know I might well be hungry for something.
[He could wait though, as much as his achingly hard length argued otherwise, he could muster some patience. Which was why the clothing didn't suffer any of Chris' interest.
There's no buttons to fight with on Chris' shirt today, it's styled like a tunic in modern cloths, the difficulty comes from the fact his jacket's still on and he's decidedly pressed to the door.]
Much as I like where you've got me, gonna need a moment of space to get this off.
[Once it's granted to him, however, he's quick enough to shuck the jacket from his shoulders and start in on pulling the shirt over his head.]
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[ As if he's only just realized himself, Anduin eases back, just enough to give Chris the space required to peel out of his jacket. There's almost a sheepish hue to his expression, though it doesn't last long.
Instead his eyes linger on the cleric, on the way the fabric bends and creases against him, a mere tease of what lies beneath. Once that jacket is off? He's happy to resume former interests, fingers sliding up to rake against his stomach, his chest, as he leans in to kiss his lips hungrily once more. ]
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Those lips are much more important, his kiss searing as his hands find Anduin's chest again.
There's a fresh wave of desire that runs through him as they break for air again and it has Chris surging forward with a hand grasping into that hair once more to grip and gently pull so he can lean in next to Anduin's ear.]
If I get on my knees for you, how long will you last? If I take you down my throat, how many of those lovely sounds will I get in return? [He grinds on Anduin's leg again, pressing in close to him so he's nearly wrapped around him.] Just how needful can I get you?
[Another small test: does dirty talk do anything for him? Not enough or too much to where Chris isn't even given a chance to make good on his promise? There's too much curiosity in him not to try.]
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His mind is usually racing with something or another, and all those thoughts are now fully centered on that image Chris paints with his words. Coupled with the firm grip tugging at his scalp, heat stirs anew in his belly as his fingers stumble, clasping tight for a moment. ]
Light, don't tease...
[ Whatever he'd been planning to do next, the thoughts momentarily scatter from him. ]
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And yet it's so much fun.
[He's all talk, though, and he knows it. He couldn't bare to tease any longer even if he did want to.
He pulls back and presses a hand against Anduin's chest to give him the space needed to slip down to his knees. His lips press reverent kisses to the other man's stomach as he goes and deft fingers make quick work of the closure to Anduin's trousers. Those kisses fall along a line as more skin is revealed.
When he finally pulls the younger man's cock free, it's with an appreciative sound and another kiss pressed to the head. Anduin was not small, but Chris was no novice. He starts slow, the kiss turning to tongue as he lavishes thorough attention along the head and the ridge just under it.]
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[ There's a thump as his forearm connects with the door, a little harder than he'd meant to. But he needs it to stay steady on his feet, once that warm mouth starts to graze his cock.
No, he isn't small in the least, and he doesn't ask for this as a result. To have it offered--
A hand threads through Chris's hair, fingertips grazing his scalp, as Anduin bows his head and takes a breath before nodding. More. Please. ]
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His jaw would surely ache along with the rest, but gods…this was his favorite skill, hard learned and well worth it for the feeling it offered them both. For a moment, no thought exists but the heavy weight of Anduin on his tongue and the clouding of his head as he swallows around the intrusion again.]