"Oh, yes, I want that as well..." he murmurs with a nodding nuzzle against the rogue's neck, and in truth it has been something he has wanted for some time now, even before their courtship began. He'd been a little ashamed at first, having such thoughts at his age in the middle of a world-ending situation, especially about someone so much younger than himself, but... something about Lucanis has been drawing him in since the beginning.

And now...

"Your touch, my darling, dashing rogue, has reawakened a passion within me I thought long gone and forgotten," his voice is thick with affection, adoration, and desire, long fingers lavishing the Crow's length with lovingly languid strokes.

"But you have reminded me what it feels like to truly live again, and for that, you can touch me all you like, in any way you please..." Though Emmrich knows very well that's difficult for Lucanis in this position, so ever so gently and slowly, he removes his hands from their positions on the rogue and nudges him lightly to encourage the other man to move forward a bit.

Once he does, Emmrich makes quick work of the fastenings on his own pants, pulling his hardened length free with a small moan escaping his lips before he looks to the Crow, his Crow, desire deep in his eyes.

As soon as Emmrich requests to be touched, Lucanis moves to turn around. There isn't much room so Lucanis makes do with shifting into more of a straddling position, his own legs draped over thighs.

His breath hitches at the beautiful sight of Emmrich's weeping cock, leaking pre-cum and just begging to be touched. Lucanis doesn't have to be told twice, he reaches a hand forward to wrap his fingers around Emmrich's cock.

Emmrich pauses with a soft intake of breath, taking in the wonderful scent of Lucanis, coffee, leather, and a natural musk that drives the necromancer to such thoughts. If he could breath that in every day, he would feel himself to be a lucky man indeed, already more than he feels now with Lucanis in his arms. He can tell the rogue is doing his best not to writhe with pleasure, which only encourages Emmrich to do his best to make Lucanis do just that.

"...I want to trace my fingers and my lips over every inch of your skin, taking the time to admire and appreciate each and every muscle and tendon, every beautiful scar that speaks volumes of your survival..." Emmrich's words are soft, sincere, a firm promise of near future affections, while he slides his hand between the rogue's legs upwards to begin carefully and deftly undoing the fastenings of Lucanis' pants.

"I want our bodies pressed together and our limbs so intwined it would be difficult to tell where one of us begins and the other ends, embraced together in passion that can only be shared between two people whose hearts beat for each other..."

The necromancer's words hold an earnest yearning to make quick truth of every bit of it, emphasized by the way his experienced fingers easily undo his fastenings, and his long digits are reaching beneath the fabric to gently coax the rogue's erection free from its constraint. He wraps his fingers around the length of the Crow's cock, languidly stroking, rubbing his index finger in slow circles on sensitive spot right under the tip.

There is no question about it at this point, he is completely and utterly smitten with this man behind him. Emmrich knows all the right things to say, all the right places to touch.

Flashes of images dance through his mind of Emmrich doing exactly that. Kissing down jaw and neck and chest, working his way down his body and stoking the burning flame of desire.

Just as he's doing now.

He fears this need will not be put out so easily.

His body responds by spreading his legs further as if to invite Emmrich in to do as he pleases, his breath hitching as fingers make quick work of his pants.

Then he's touching Lucanis, pulling his hardened cock free, and earning a gasp to fall from parted lips. His cock twitches in response, a shudder dancing down his spine as one hand reaches back to curl around Emmrich's own thigh.

There is not much he can do in this position, with back against chest, but he can feel Emmrich's arousal pressing against his ass. He can easily tell just how much this entire thing is turning Emmrich on too.

There are so many things he wants to do. His restraint is quickly going out the window and Lucanis can't be bothered to reel it back in, not when his finger teases such sensitive places.

But when Lucanis' finds his own confidence, his own boldness with intimate banter, then it is time for Emmrich to be the one melting.

It still surprises him, that a man of such charm and virility would have any interest in an old professor who plays with dusty bones for a living. And yet never once does he doubt the sincerity of Lucanis' attraction. He's noted that the assassin does not dole out affection lightly, and the fact that he gives Emmrich the most intimate of his affections makes the elder man feel privileged indeed.

There's a small, throaty chuckle that passes his lips against the assassin's ear when he asks Emmrich what he needs. He doesn't answer at first, instead relishing in the fact his touch can bring Lucanis to full arousal so quickly. He continues to palm slowly along the length of the rogue's hardness through the fabric of the rogue's pants, eager perhaps to feel the flesh but enjoying the way he knows his slow teasing is pleasurably tormenting his lover.

"All I need..." Emmrich murmurs softly again against the shell of the rogue's ear, bringing his other hand up and around to pull the book from the rogue's hand and set it aside. He doesn't bother to mark the page, as that which is on the pages is far from where his interests now lie.

He's never doubted that Emmrich wants him. He's never had that worry when Emmrich doesn't seem the type to fake interests or let this happen if he didn't.

But he does worry about his inexperience and how that might affect what they're doing. Being with men isn't new, per say, but he's never been attached enough with a man to actually want to go all the way.

Until Emmrich.

There is nothing he wants more than the words he had dared to read out loud earlier. Even when he feels flustered and completely out of his comfort zone, he wants Emmrich completely.

The book slips from his fingers with ease, Lucanis is unsure how he managed to keep his grip on it to begin with. His head tilts to the side, offering up his neck to Emmrich in complete surrender.

His lips feel heavenly upon his skin.

So, he has all he needs. Maybe he should rephrase that?

He had no idea the words would be so filthy and he almost didn't get them out. His cheeks are warm and he curses himself for the flush that creeps across them, even more so when Emmrich leans in to speak huskily into his ear.

Lucanis melts under his touch, pushing himself as far back as he can go, feeling Emmrich's body completely pushed up against him. His chest feels firm and so do....other parts of him.

A shudder dances down his spine and he is certain that Emmrich will be able to feel it. Feel the effect he has on him while his breath hitches in his throat and he tries to find his voice, it comes out breathless more than firm.

Being with Lucanis in any capacity is enough for Emmrich. Being around him, in his presences, in his thoughts... all of that is enough for the elder man. The intimacy is certainly a boon, but he never expects it from the assassin.

But then he feels the shorter man pushing back against him, against his growing arousal. Lucanis is shivering with a hitched breath, and Emmrich knows the words he'll speak before they tumble from his lips.

It doesn't stop them from sounding so beautiful when they do.

"I certainly wouldn't wish..." Emmrich whispers softly against the Crow's ear, kissing the curve there gently. His gloved hand slides down from where it rests against Lucanis' stomach, slipping gently down to cup and palm at the bulge in the rogue's pants.

Already, the man drives him wild. There’s something about him, about his entire demeanor and presence that Lucanis finds both calming and arousing. His breath hitches once more as he feels the gloved hand pressing against his growing arousal, shuddering in response. Emmrich is not the first lover he’s had but it has been a long while since he’s been intimate in any form. Well, in any mortal form.

He swallows down the guilt and shame that fills him and focuses instead on the wonderful sensation of a gloved hand against his arousal.

He hardens fully under his touch, he’s almost embarrassed by how quickly he gets worked up but he pushes those thoughts back too, lips parting in a gasp as he resists the urge to beg for more.

❝ I need you, your lips on my skin. I need you deep inside me. ❞ lucanis for emmrich

There is a little indraw of breath as Emmrich listens to the words slipping so salaciously from Lucanis' lips, enraptured by what the assassin is saying and his cheeks flush from the images those words put into his head.

He sits on Lucanis' cot, back leaning against the wall with a pillow propped behind him as his long legs stretch out on either side of Lucanis. The rogue sits between his legs, laying back against the necromancer's chest, his heat bringing a delightful warmth to Emmrich's typical cool nature.

Emmrich's arms wrap around Lucanis' waist, looking over his shoulder as the assassin reads aloud from one of the steamier passages in a book the mage had brought to him. He'd known well enough by now that Lucanis enjoyed romance novels just as much as he did himself. He gave this one to the rogue, encouraging him to read the passages for ideas.

It seemed the first idea he'd had was to read the book with Emmrich, which the mage was all too happy to agree to.

Now, with this passage that Lucanis had just read allowed, and those images it brought to his mind inescapable, Emmrich playfully leans a little closer into Lucanis' ear. His arms wrap a little firmer around him to pull him close as he speaks, voice husky and laced with wanting.

He had no idea the words would be so filthy and he almost didn't get them out. His cheeks are warm and he curses himself for the flush that creeps across them, even more so when Emmrich leans in to speak huskily into his ear.

Lucanis melts under his touch, pushing himself as far back as he can go, feeling Emmrich's body completely pushed up against him. His chest feels firm and so do....other parts of him.

A shudder dances down his spine and he is certain that Emmrich will be able to feel it. Feel the effect he has on him while his breath hitches in his throat and he tries to find his voice, it comes out breathless more than firm.

Knowing that Lucanis' interest in him is, indeed, genuine... it makes it all the more easy for Emmrich to be the suave and romantic gentleman that Lucanis deserves.

Because that is what he deserves, that and so much more.

"There are a number of ways in which you can demonstrate your grace..." Emmrich begins again, that same confident grin sitting comfortably on his lips, and he moves his hand from the assassin's hair down to rest on his hip. His other hand still holds on to Lucanis, and he pulls the rogue in a little closer to him gently, holding the assassin's hand in his own in the position of a waltz.

"Dancing, for instance..." Emmrich smiles, pausing for a moment as he looks down at the Crow, warmth and yearning in his eyes, wrinkled at the corners from his smile.

And the build up feels....fun.

It has been a long time since he's danced but he knows how. However, being pulled up against Emmrich makes him forget how to speak for a moment.

Once he realizes it, he quickly scrambles for his answer. "A crow has many different skills. Dancing among them." A skill he picked up long ago in order to manipulate his target.

But it has been some time and a year in confinement certainly didn't do his skills any good. Always cooped up with nothing more than Spite's company.

Emmrich watches the emotions washing over the assassin with a practiced patience that comes with experience. If Lucanis questions any of this at all, he trusts that now is the time that the Crow would speak up about it.

His hope is answered, though, that Lucanis will stay the course with him in exploring more deeply whatever it is that is developing between them when that gaze turns playful and curious.

And then there is that smile.

"Is that so?" Emmrich asks softly, easily, that experienced confidence resting almost smugly on his lips, but humbly so. The necromancer doesn't need to boast his skill and experience, he can prove it well enough by his actions.

His thumb slips softly off of Lucanis' lip as he lets his hand fall, and then he stands, but not before reaching down to take the Crow's hand in his own and coax him to stand along with the necromancer. He smoothly pulls the assassin towards him, bringing Lucanis' hand up to his lips where he presses a firmly gently kiss along his knuckles.

"I may be inclined to take you up on that offer, my dear Lucanis..." The rogue's name slips off the tip of his tongue as he whispers the words against Lucanis' fingers, bringing their hands down slowly between them before raising his free hand up to brush back a few stray strands of the Crow's black hair.

He hasn't felt this nervous in what feels like years. Always so calm and collected, always so sure of himself. Right now he feels like nothing more than a nervous an inexperienced school boy.

He's had lovers before, of course he has, but not many. Not many they stuck around or mattered much and seeking out lovers for these things never seemed all too appealing.

Until Emmrich.

It feels wonderful as lips meet the back of his hand and Lucanis can feel the way his breath catches in his throat as he wonders what those lips might feel like against his own.

Uncertainty fills him. Not because he doesn't want this but because he's not sure what to do. He wants to be as smooth as Emmrich but fears that he is failing miserably.

Seduction 101 indeed.

Not the first time since this little courtship of theirs began does Emmrich question himself, even a little bit. Lucanis is magnetic, charismatic in a way that has him enraptured and enamored and feeling younger than he has in years.

Perhaps that is part of his troubles, his worries of how others would view the two of them, a fear of judgement that was likely unwarranted, but still lingered.

And yet, Lucanis is hear, entertaining and encouraging the flirtations, even if he looks more like an awkward school boy than the dashing rogue he really is.

Emmrich can't decide which look he likes more, but the flustered inexperience of the assassin has a certain enticing lure that he doesn't mind playing with a little more...

Say something. Anything.

With Emmrich, he doesn't feel so pressured to be so reserved because of Spite. Emmrich can see and communicate with the demon as well as hold his own against him, there's no need to be so reserved with him.

There's no need to cling onto this loneliness when Emmrich is offering him touch and companionship and more, if he wants.

He does. Very much so.

His lips finally shift into a teasing smile, head tilted slightly to the side as he regards Emmrich with a curious gaze. Almost playful in nature.

How could Jin ever want a man forever tied to a demon?

Spite just grins as he lets the thought drift into Lucanis' head, or perhaps that is one that the assassin himself is already thinking. Sometimes it's hard to tell what thoughts are his and which ones are his human's.

"Stop thinking about how good it would feel to have them on you like this. They would be gentle. They would be kind. They care."

Spite spits and growls into Lucanis ear, thrusting roughly and rapidly into him as he emphasizes his words. Spite can't be any of those things for Lucanis, those things are not in the demon's nature. But even he knows Lucanis needs them.

So maybe this isn't just about boredom, and it's also about provoking him. Maybe being the sharp pain Lucanis needs to process through all the despair and loneliness is all he can do, and if he does it enough, maybe Lucanis will finally seek out comfort...

Lucanis wonders if that is exactly what Spite wants. For him to think about Jin over and over and how it pains him. Spite is a vicious beast, violent and unkind, and it pains him to think about Jin in the middle of this.

Each thrust is sharp and painful but pleasurable in the cruelist way, it makes him want to moan and cry out but anyone could hear him, anyone could walk in and discover him like this and that is not something he is willing to risk.

Not when it would fill him with such shame and embarrassment.

His head tilts forward to bite down on the pilllow he's suddenly yanked in front of him to muffle the cry of pain and pleasure. The sound and sting of skin against skin echoes in the room and he's suddenly glad that only he can hear it.

"Shut up." Lucanis growls around the pillow in his mouth. If this is what they're going to do, he rather not hear Spite's voice at all but he knows one little growl isn't going to stop him.

He hates how the pleasure courses through his body leaving him weak in the knees, he hates how the only things that are holding him up is the demon's hands tightly gripping his hips, hard enough to bruise, and the fact that most of his weight is against the bed.

❝ I want to learn. Teach me. ❞ lucanis for emmrich

"Very well." Emmrich says softly, a smile of mischief and mirth resting on his lips as he tilts his head up ever so slightly as a display of confidence. "I am a Professor, after all, who am I to turn down an eager student?"

He sets his glass of wine down on the table before sliding his chair backward, placing his hands on his knees to push up and stand as he speaks, his voice dipping a little lower. "Seduction 101..."

It has been some time since Emmrich had this sort of fun, a long time since he's had anyone he wanted to be this playfully flirtatious with. Lucanis is fascinating to him, in many different ways, and he was certainly pleased to found out that the rogue had his own interest in the necromancer.

It certainly makes it all the easier for the necromancer to have confidence in the way he moves around the coffee table towards where Lucanis sits in an armchair. "Don't rush, there is nothing wrong with letting things develop slowly..."

His own words are slow, soft, purposeful, with a gentle commanding that lures one into leaning in and listening to everything he has to say, to teach. He props himself to sit on the arm of Lucanis' chair, looking down at the assassin with that same smile of mirth as before.

"But there are things you can say and do to help coax that development along... such as telling your paramour how delicious the meals they make are... or how magnificent and regal they look when they are fighting off the Antaam or Ventaroi...

It sounds silly, really, but Lucanis doesn't have the most experience with things like this and he's curious. Emmrich seems to know a lot more than him and what better teacher than the necromancer?

There is something about the way that Emmrich's voice lowers that gets to him, makes him feel more flustered than he's felt in a very long time.

He watches, following the other man's every move as he moves over to sit on the arm of the chair. Lucanis' head tilts to look up at him from his spot.

Has he always been this beautiful?

And then Emmrich is touching him and his breath hitches, forces himself not to lean in to that touch and focus on Emmrich's face, his eyes, instead of how much he wants to kiss him.

"Do I?" When Lucanis speaks, it's a little more breathy than he originally intends. There is something about Emmrich that gets under his skin, something that lures him in.

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

"You just take a seat and make yourself comfortable, I will prepare it for you." The necromancer is glad to have grabbed the little satchel with the tea mixture in it before seeking out Lucanis, and he pulls it out now from a pocket inside his vest before moving to grab the kettle. A bit of magic helps warm the water a bit faster, enough to heat it to the point it is perfect to steep. All the while, he hums softly to himself as he works, a small habit he's always had that helps him stay focused on a task.

It doesn't take long before he is pouring a cup for the assassin, bringing it over to where he has taken a seat and he sits down across from him, handing him the cup, and setting a little pot of honey aside should Lucanis want it to sweeten the tea.

A glance towards the meal is taken - he hates wasting food but he has no doubt if anyone sees it laying out, they will put it up. He should focus on Emmrich and what is in front of him.

Emmrich and the tea that is placed in front of him.

He does not often enjoy tea but if it will help him sleep without Spite bothering him, then he'll take it. He can already hear the demon in his ear telling him not to drink it.

Which makes him want to drink it more. He turns his head to narrow his eyes at the demon as if he knows that the demon might try to stop him physically in some way.

Perhaps that is why as soon as the tea is cooled off enough, he tilts his head back to down it before Spite can knock it out of his hands.