[ Because he clearly intended to, before something tripped him up. He sees it happen so often, the intent and then the backtracking, caught by the tangle of his own thoughts.
He lets his own hand drop, fingertips tracing the scaled ridge of his knuckles. ]
[He says it thoughtfully, without looking up to meet his eyes. It is not the only thing on his mind -- but, given that he mentioned his path to learning, he cannot help but be nagged by it.
Not that he is jealous. That would be ridiculous.]
[ True, it would be. And Wrathion has of course never done anything ridiculous in his life. To claim anything else would be lies and slander. ]
The one you never actually asked?
[ But it's unfair to play coy. Anduin knows it was meant as a question, even if it hadn't been phrased as one, and at last he relents with a sag of his shoulders. ]
[Unsurprising, to the point that he has to wonder why he'd hidden it to begin with. He's familiar with Jacob only in the sense that he'd spoken to the man once, and had seen him talking to Anduin on the network occasionally.
He had a hunch. It is nice to be right, on the one hand. On the other...
Well. Perhaps it was payment for withholding information about Ramir.]
I also don't want to hurt you.
[He admits that, skipping over Anduin's confession partially as a courtesy, and partially due to the fact that the withholding of information was not actually a barrier here.
[ He was, and is, and discussing the other partners they may or may not have had doesn't really seem like the ideal way to spend their time together. Especially when Anduin already suspects jealousy might still have some part to play.
Thankful that he lets the issue drop instead of pursue it further, Anduin squeezes his fingers around Wrathion's lightly. ]
You won't. I can...I can show you.
[ Though something warm curls and rolls in his stomach, suddenly restless at the idea. ]
[He has never ever wanted to be the center of attention ever in his life. The continuing slow drag of his tail is definitely not a giveaway here.
But he has offered to walk him through this, and there's nothing that piques Wrathion's interest like learning new things. He hovers over Anduin a moment longer, letting his eyes drift back to his face finally to hold that stare of interest, before he eventually moves himself further down the bed and pulls his hand away from his stomach. It joins its brother against his thighs.]
Alright. Show me.
[He remembers some of what Anduin had done initially, despite the fact that he'd hidden his face for half of it. There is a curiosity in how his dominant hand smooths its scaled texture against his skin, aware by now that it was something he was fond of despite how strange it must have felt.
If he was going to touch him this way, better that he grow used to it.]
Wetting his lips, Anduin props himself up slightly to watch as Wrathion descends, drawing his own legs apart to give him room to settle. Though it does also give a lovely view of a healing bite bruise along the inner curve. ]
It's best lead up to. Starting slow, ah...about where your hands are now would suffice.
[ As he'd done to start. Kissing along his hip, his thighs, drawing out the eventual moment where his mouth would land where it was wanted most.
Though Wrathion's never been a particularly patient sort, he is in fact getting every last ounce of Anduin's attention. ]
[He spots that bruise, and gives it a momentary glance. There's some distant thought that he never voices, instead allowing himself to be distracted by the instructions he is given.
He's gentler this time, as opposed to the last time he'd had his mouth near Anduin's legs. There is a deliberate way he rolls himself, lifting one of the other man's legs to rest over him as he curls in closer. It offers him the perfect angle to press his lips in on his thigh, and follow with a slow drag of his tongue.
Being aware of his own impatience has its perks -- it means when he is slow on purpose, it is with a certain focus and deliberation. His free hand, the one not supporting the thigh he gives his attentions to, smooths itself across his stomach.
His bicep brushes briefly against Anduin's cock as it goes along.]
[ Oh, well. He might not need as much instruction as all that.
Anduin lets out a soft noise, fingers curling as the warmth of the dragon's tongue laps across his skin, followed by the gentle tickle of his breath. More telling is the way his cock responds to the attention close at hand, hardening as he -- purposefully? -- brushes against him with that reach towards his stomach. ]
Like that, yes. And then gradually, you move inward...
[ And then he loses his mind, probably. Because watching him is wrecking merry havoc on keeping his thoughts coherent.
It's easier to show him. To lower one hand to trail his fingers along the path to take. The inner crease of his thigh, before ghosting feather-light up the shaft. ]
[[There is a purposeful way in which he delays following the trail of Anduin's hand, a laziness in how he pays his skin special attention. But eventually, he makes a show of how his attention is pulled by the path taken.
He feels him twitch against his arm, and a smirk pulls at his lips as he glances upward. It takes a bit of shifting for him to move his tongue from the inside of Anduin's thigh to draw a line up his shaft.
He can already spot hints of Anduin's distraction upon his face -- it encourages him into experimentally swirling his tongue around the head of his cock. His nails bury themselves into his thighs, unable to suppress the way his impatience threatens to take the reins from him.]
[ A strangled sound catches in his throat as his body threads suddenly tense, against the juxtaposition of those nails sinking into skin with remembered sharpness, and the soft warm flick of Wrathion's tongue over those curled lips.
Anduin bites at his own lower lip, remembering to catch his breath again as heat floods his face. ]
Light, Wrathion...
[ Better than praise, likely as not, when your instructor can't manage much more than a desperate call to whatever divinity will hear them. ]
[The dragon hums a notably pleased sound of acknowledgement when he hears his name. That is certainly enough incentive to continue what he is doing. Studiously he continues, alternating between licks and kisses until it becomes clear that he doesn't quite have the leverage he needs to continue along this train of thought.
Almost reluctantly, he shifts how he's position himself between Anduin's legs, freeing one scaled arm in order to take hold of the base of his cock for the purpose of bracing himself.
He could not remember how much care Anduin had taken with him before taking him into his mouth -- and that is the portion of this that concerns him the most. But he allows his lips to slowly travel up his shaft, stopping to take just the head of his cock behind them, pressed against the front of his teeth.]
[ A shiver courses through him, hips tensing under the effort not to rise, to meet that soft press of lips. Instead he tries to steady his breath, to lower his gaze to see what Wrathion's got in mind and oh--
The sight of him isn't one he'll soon forget. It catches him behind his ribs, twisting slowly as he reaches to smooth a hand through his hair, drawing it back away from his face as he dips lower. ]
That's perfect. Just...use your lips to keep your teeth from touching, just like that.
[ Just so long as he doesn't try to do too much at once. ]
[Hm. That doesn't seem quiet right. He knows he remembers there being more to it than that -- or at least, he thinks he does. Wrathion's red eyes flick upwards briefly when he feels Anduin peel the curtain of his hair back, fixing him with an expectant stare.
Not that he was expecting anything in particular. It was a natural thing, a display of dominance. After all, he was the one in control here, right?
Briefly, his mouth pops off of his cock as he takes a moment to test the range of motion on his lips. If he could curl them over his teeth, there would be no cause for concern -- but it isn't quite so simple as that, when the motion feels unnatural.
But he makes the attempt, letting his jaw go a bit slack as he slowly attempts to take more of Anduin into his mouth. He doesn't get far before he can feel his own canines digging in protest. It forces Wrathion to pull back with a frown.]
[ He can feel the tension of frustration in him, where his thigh rests against his shoulder. Slowly, Anduin pushes himself up further, tongue darting briefly over his own lips. ]
What is it?
[ If it's not something he can manage, they can try something else...but he has the feeling Wrathion might take it as a personal affront now that he's set himself the challenge. ]
[A lie -- but he doesn't bother trying to mask it, too busy trying to puzzle his way through what he is doing. He reattempts, this time flattening his tongue to loosen the pressure when he lowers his mouth back over his cock.
Just take it slow...and don't try too much at once.
[ It takes an admirable amount of focus to get that much out before dropping back to the sheets with a soft 'whmff', a wry smile creeping in at the corners of his mouth. ]
Not a mistake you want to make...believe me.
[ That's what he'd gotten for being too eager, he supposes. ]
[The way Anduin simply falls prone is oddly encouraging, causing the tension of frustration to relax out of his shoulders as he continues to take more of him. But Wrathion, in tune with his body as he is, becomes instantly aware when he approaches the threshhold of 'too much'.
And that is when he pulls back, saliva stringing messily from his mouth when he does. Wrathion takes a deep gulp of air, but appears otherwise unbothered.
He is more confident the third, gripping firmly as lowers himself just before that point again -- and holds, in an attempt to prove that he could.]
[ Even that far is...considerable. And a glance downward to see his lips wrapped around him, spit-slick and flush, with determination burning in those eyes--
He has to dig his nails into his own palm not to just spend then and there. There's still a groan, his leg squeezing down against his shoulder as he tries to keep from twisting against the sheets. ]
[A breath huffs out of his nose as he draws back, comfortable enough now with the limit he's found to continue pressing it. Back and forth, a steady rhythm that has saliva pooling on top of his scaled hand, which still holds firm at the base of Anduin's cock.
He can feel his own skin growing warm under the effort, combined with the body heat Anduin puts off and the soft plea he breathes outward. Had he sounded like this, when Anduin had swallowed him? He cannot remember -- but perhaps that was why he'd found it so appealing.
His cheeks hollow as he draws backwards, holding his lips at the tip of him.]
[ It's some kind of dizzying rush, watching the Black Prince set himself so ardently to this task. Even down between his thighs, the wet noises drifting up utterly obscene, he still looks every ounce the elegant, dangerous being he is.
He can't find his breath. Only enough to manage a few desperate words, the fingers still tangled in his hair giving a brief tug of warning. ]
Please...please, Wrathion, I can't--
[ It's as much warning as he can get out before he shudders, a breathless moan wrenched free as the focus fades from his eyes. ]
Instinct tells him to move when Anduin warns him, but curiosity causes him to hesitate half way into removing his mouth in time. He is like a collapsing star, and there is something about watching and hearing it happen from this angle that causes him to freeze up.
What results is the unfortunate combination of his spend coming as his mouth slips away, leaving Wrathion's face a horrible mess and the taste of salt on his tongue. He hardly has time to appreciate the taste before satisfaction and embarrassment hit him at the same time, a quiet and absurd chuckle momentarily slipping past his lips.]
[ For a moment, he doesn't notice. His eyes are shut and he's working to regain the ability to breathe normally again, thoughts spinning, each of them like a fragment of the moment frozen in time. Seconds he'll tuck away and hold close, but later. Later...
When his senses return enough to look down, he freezes. Oh. Oh. ]
I'm sorry, I...
[ Is he? The sight is utterly arresting, even as he lifts a hand to swipe his thumb across a scaled cheekbone. ]
[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
[ And of all things, a small hitched laugh escapes the blond, as he valiantly tries to swipe the mess away at least in part. ]
I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
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[ Because he clearly intended to, before something tripped him up. He sees it happen so often, the intent and then the backtracking, caught by the tangle of his own thoughts.
He lets his own hand drop, fingertips tracing the scaled ridge of his knuckles. ]
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[He says it thoughtfully, without looking up to meet his eyes. It is not the only thing on his mind -- but, given that he mentioned his path to learning, he cannot help but be nagged by it.
Not that he is jealous. That would be ridiculous.]
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The one you never actually asked?
[ But it's unfair to play coy. Anduin knows it was meant as a question, even if it hadn't been phrased as one, and at last he relents with a sag of his shoulders. ]
My Submissive. Jacob.
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He had a hunch. It is nice to be right, on the one hand. On the other...
Well. Perhaps it was payment for withholding information about Ramir.]
I also don't want to hurt you.
[He admits that, skipping over Anduin's confession partially as a courtesy, and partially due to the fact that the withholding of information was not actually a barrier here.
He was just a brat.]
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Thankful that he lets the issue drop instead of pursue it further, Anduin squeezes his fingers around Wrathion's lightly. ]
You won't. I can...I can show you.
[ Though something warm curls and rolls in his stomach, suddenly restless at the idea. ]
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But he has offered to walk him through this, and there's nothing that piques Wrathion's interest like learning new things. He hovers over Anduin a moment longer, letting his eyes drift back to his face finally to hold that stare of interest, before he eventually moves himself further down the bed and pulls his hand away from his stomach. It joins its brother against his thighs.]
Alright. Show me.
[He remembers some of what Anduin had done initially, despite the fact that he'd hidden his face for half of it. There is a curiosity in how his dominant hand smooths its scaled texture against his skin, aware by now that it was something he was fond of despite how strange it must have felt.
If he was going to touch him this way, better that he grow used to it.]
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Wetting his lips, Anduin props himself up slightly to watch as Wrathion descends, drawing his own legs apart to give him room to settle. Though it does also give a lovely view of a healing bite bruise along the inner curve. ]
It's best lead up to. Starting slow, ah...about where your hands are now would suffice.
[ As he'd done to start. Kissing along his hip, his thighs, drawing out the eventual moment where his mouth would land where it was wanted most.
Though Wrathion's never been a particularly patient sort, he is in fact getting every last ounce of Anduin's attention. ]
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He's gentler this time, as opposed to the last time he'd had his mouth near Anduin's legs. There is a deliberate way he rolls himself, lifting one of the other man's legs to rest over him as he curls in closer. It offers him the perfect angle to press his lips in on his thigh, and follow with a slow drag of his tongue.
Being aware of his own impatience has its perks -- it means when he is slow on purpose, it is with a certain focus and deliberation. His free hand, the one not supporting the thigh he gives his attentions to, smooths itself across his stomach.
His bicep brushes briefly against Anduin's cock as it goes along.]
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Anduin lets out a soft noise, fingers curling as the warmth of the dragon's tongue laps across his skin, followed by the gentle tickle of his breath. More telling is the way his cock responds to the attention close at hand, hardening as he -- purposefully? -- brushes against him with that reach towards his stomach. ]
Like that, yes. And then gradually, you move inward...
[ And then he loses his mind, probably. Because watching him is wrecking merry havoc on keeping his thoughts coherent.
It's easier to show him. To lower one hand to trail his fingers along the path to take. The inner crease of his thigh, before ghosting feather-light up the shaft. ]
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He feels him twitch against his arm, and a smirk pulls at his lips as he glances upward. It takes a bit of shifting for him to move his tongue from the inside of Anduin's thigh to draw a line up his shaft.
He can already spot hints of Anduin's distraction upon his face -- it encourages him into experimentally swirling his tongue around the head of his cock. His nails bury themselves into his thighs, unable to suppress the way his impatience threatens to take the reins from him.]
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Anduin bites at his own lower lip, remembering to catch his breath again as heat floods his face. ]
Light, Wrathion...
[ Better than praise, likely as not, when your instructor can't manage much more than a desperate call to whatever divinity will hear them. ]
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Almost reluctantly, he shifts how he's position himself between Anduin's legs, freeing one scaled arm in order to take hold of the base of his cock for the purpose of bracing himself.
He could not remember how much care Anduin had taken with him before taking him into his mouth -- and that is the portion of this that concerns him the most. But he allows his lips to slowly travel up his shaft, stopping to take just the head of his cock behind them, pressed against the front of his teeth.]
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The sight of him isn't one he'll soon forget. It catches him behind his ribs, twisting slowly as he reaches to smooth a hand through his hair, drawing it back away from his face as he dips lower. ]
That's perfect. Just...use your lips to keep your teeth from touching, just like that.
[ Just so long as he doesn't try to do too much at once. ]
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Not that he was expecting anything in particular. It was a natural thing, a display of dominance. After all, he was the one in control here, right?
Briefly, his mouth pops off of his cock as he takes a moment to test the range of motion on his lips. If he could curl them over his teeth, there would be no cause for concern -- but it isn't quite so simple as that, when the motion feels unnatural.
But he makes the attempt, letting his jaw go a bit slack as he slowly attempts to take more of Anduin into his mouth. He doesn't get far before he can feel his own canines digging in protest. It forces Wrathion to pull back with a frown.]
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What is it?
[ If it's not something he can manage, they can try something else...but he has the feeling Wrathion might take it as a personal affront now that he's set himself the challenge. ]
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[A lie -- but he doesn't bother trying to mask it, too busy trying to puzzle his way through what he is doing. He reattempts, this time flattening his tongue to loosen the pressure when he lowers his mouth back over his cock.
It is a smoother process the second time around.]
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[ It takes an admirable amount of focus to get that much out before dropping back to the sheets with a soft 'whmff', a wry smile creeping in at the corners of his mouth. ]
Not a mistake you want to make...believe me.
[ That's what he'd gotten for being too eager, he supposes. ]
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And that is when he pulls back, saliva stringing messily from his mouth when he does. Wrathion takes a deep gulp of air, but appears otherwise unbothered.
He is more confident the third, gripping firmly as lowers himself just before that point again -- and holds, in an attempt to prove that he could.]
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He has to dig his nails into his own palm not to just spend then and there. There's still a groan, his leg squeezing down against his shoulder as he tries to keep from twisting against the sheets. ]
Wrathion, please...
[ Please stop? Slow down? Don't stop? He isn't sure. ]
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He can feel his own skin growing warm under the effort, combined with the body heat Anduin puts off and the soft plea he breathes outward. Had he sounded like this, when Anduin had swallowed him? He cannot remember -- but perhaps that was why he'd found it so appealing.
His cheeks hollow as he draws backwards, holding his lips at the tip of him.]
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He can't find his breath. Only enough to manage a few desperate words, the fingers still tangled in his hair giving a brief tug of warning. ]
Please...please, Wrathion, I can't--
[ It's as much warning as he can get out before he shudders, a breathless moan wrenched free as the focus fades from his eyes. ]
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Instinct tells him to move when Anduin warns him, but curiosity causes him to hesitate half way into removing his mouth in time. He is like a collapsing star, and there is something about watching and hearing it happen from this angle that causes him to freeze up.
What results is the unfortunate combination of his spend coming as his mouth slips away, leaving Wrathion's face a horrible mess and the taste of salt on his tongue. He hardly has time to appreciate the taste before satisfaction and embarrassment hit him at the same time, a quiet and absurd chuckle momentarily slipping past his lips.]
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When his senses return enough to look down, he freezes. Oh. Oh. ]
I'm sorry, I...
[ Is he? The sight is utterly arresting, even as he lifts a hand to swipe his thumb across a scaled cheekbone. ]
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[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
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I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
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