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Lomedy walks up to Flame, cautious in his step, but still more confident than he probably should be.

"Hey... about those totems. You'll pay me back, right?"

Flame turns out, scoffs in disbelief. "Sorry? What? I was trying to get your mace back, for you, and suddenly I am the one indebted? How does that make any sense, bro?" He says, laughing a bit incredulously.
Lomedy is joking. Right? He has to be. This is just some stupid joke.

But, instead of confirming Flame's suspicion, Lomedy doubles down. "Well... I gave you two totems. For one mace. That you didn't even get me back, so, really..." He trails off his sentence, but Flame knows what he's implying.

"Ugh. Dude, whatever, fine. If it wasn't for that stupid mace of yours, I swear. What do you want? I haven't got all day to be messing about, so make it quick." Flame says, a bit annoyed, but he guesses Lomedy has a point. He did take two of his totems - a now rare resource on the server. And, even though it wasn't his fault he didn't get the mace back (not when that coward, Jaden, runs away anyways) he does feel a bit bad. Not that he'd ever admit it.
"You want me to kill someone? Kill a team?"

Lomedy takes a step back, laughing a bit. "Nothing crazy like that. Come on," he grins, and suddenly that makes Flame doubt his decision, "it'll be something you'll enjoy, too."

Flame rolls his eyes. If Lomedy isn't gonna hurry up, he may as well get geared up. "I enjoy killing, making quick work of someone. I've got better things to do than messing about. What do you mean I'll enjoy it if you don't even want me to do nothing?" He says absentmindedly, whilst opening his enderchest to restock.

Lomedy sighs, but he doesn't sound even close to defeated. "Always so difficult." He grumbles, just loud enough for Flame to hear, but just quiet enough for him to also dismiss it. "Let me treat you." He says, next.

And that makes Flame stop in his tracks.

"What?" He laughs, "You wanna take me out to dinner? What do you mean 'treat me'? I'm fine, bro."

Lomedy simply shrugs. "You know what I mean. Come on, just once, let me take the reigns. I'll show you not everything always has to be so fast-paced. It's not always about reaching the end goal, you know, sometimes it's about how you get there." He says. Now, Flame's full attention is on Lomedy, staring at his face.

Flame does think he knows what Lomedy means, but he doesn't know if he wants to acknowledge that. "Okay... so you wanna slowly take me out to dinner? Like?" He says, mentally cursing the mildly unsteady voice that betrays him.

"No," Lomedy says, "I want to spend the night together. With you. Nothing new, except, this time we just do it my way."

Another uncertain laugh escapes Flame, "What? You wanna fuck, but this time take the lead? We... I mean, well, we take turns topping anyways. You just wanna top for sure tonight? I don't care, bro. You know that."
Lomedy rolls his eyes. He knows Flame knows what he's actually getting at, but he's just playing stupid for some reason. "No," he steps closer to Flame, who breaks eye contact. Lomedy thinks he can see a slight flush on his face, but it's hard to tell behind the blindfold. "I want to take care of you, tonight. Do things my way. No rush to get there. Just, taking our time. Enjoying the road there just as much as the destination. Get some actual foreplay in, instead of just prep and go like you always demand."

Flame scoffs. He doesn't demand
that. He just strongly suggests it. There's a difference.
Plus, it makes sense. Noone cares about prep, or foreplay, or whatever. It's called "climax" for a reason. Because it happens in the climax. Which is obviously the best part, so why waste time when you could just get there? He just didn't see the point.

And he made sure to tell Lomedy just as much. "Dude, this is stupid. I'll just find you another two totems to pay you back along with the mace. I don't care about no 'enjoying the road' or whatever stupid shit. That's just a waste of my time."
Lomedy's shoulders sag, a bit, and Flame would be lying if that didn't bother him a bit, "Okay, dude, if you really don't want to, you obviously don't have time, but you won't even give it a thought. I don't care about getting the totems back. If you really don't want to, then you don't have to pay me back for the totems or nothing. But at least give it a genuine thought? If you don't change your mind, that's it, I won't push it." Lomedy says, earnest.

And, what is Flame supposed to do? Say no? He grumbles something about a "fine" and a "I won't change my mind, but whatever" and is off to brew some more potions.

He really didn't think he'd change his mind. Or, to be honest, even actually consider it again.

He really didn't.

But, for some reason, that shoulder sag and that look in Lomedy's eyes always came back when he had a second and--

Well, there he was, in front of Lomedy's bedroom door. More nervous about this than he'd ever been about a single fight.

He'd just try it, he kept telling himself. He'd show Lomedy that he wouldn't like it as much as their usual way, and then they'd go on with their merry way. It was fine. Just once.

He wasn't necessarily opposed to it, not at all, he just knew how he liked it and knew he didn't need to try it another way. Or, well, he did know, up until about a few hours ago.

And he did still know, honest!

Just, try it once. That'd be all.

He gathered his courage to knock on Lomedy's door, getting greeted by a freshly showered Lomedy who didn't seem even mildly surprised. "Hi" Lomedy said, stretching "wanna come in? I already showered, so we can just get started."

"Uhm, yeah." Flame said, awkwardly stepping through the door. Lomedy raised an eyebrow.
"What's up, man? Got something on your mind?"

Flame stammers a bit, nervously making eye contact with Lomedy before breaking it again to look away to - well, wherever. "Uh, yeah, well, y'know. Actually. I gave your, uh, thing, earlier, some thought."
Now Lomedy looked surprised. "Really?" He said, "So?"

"I... wouldn't- well, I'll try it. Just once." Flame said, still not making eye contact with Lomedy, "It's stupid anyways. But I don't care. It'll make you happy about your totems, or whatever. So. And I don't care. I don't." After his short-lived ramble, Flame finally gathered the courage to lock eyes with Lomedy, who seemed to just study his face.

"Are you sure?" Lomedy asks, still sounding a bit surprised, "You really don't have to, if you don't want to. I promise I won't hold it against you."

Flame rolls his eyes at that, feigning a confident stance for his own sanity's sake, but he is genuine when he locks eyes with Lomedy.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I really don't care, and if it makes you happy then whatever. At least after that we'll know for sure I don't care for it." He says, ignoring the way his face burns behind the blindfold.

"Okay, okay. Uhm. I didn't - well, hah, I didn't expect that. But that's good. That's great, even." Lomedy swallows, Flame's eyes linger a bit longer than they maybe should. Neither of them mind. "Want to shower first?"

Flame shrugs and is already making his way over to the shower when he notices Lomedy following him. He stops in his tracks. "What, bro? I'll be quick. No need to be a watchdog over me."

"No," Lomedy says, assuming an assertive stance. "My way tonight, remember? We'll shower together."

Flame stammers "Huh? But, I- What? I- You already showered, no?" He says, suddenly doubting his memory.

"Yeah, so what?" Flame shrugs. Right. This is just Lomedy's- whateverness. He'll entertain it.

When they finally get in the shower, Lomedy insists on washing his back. It feels kind of nice, he figures. It's not horrible at least. And, Lomedy is finally nice and quiet for once. Well.

"Flame?" He asks, voice soft.

"Hmm?" Flame says, eyes closed shut as Lomedy washes his back thoroughly.

"You know your safeword system, right? Will you tell me, so I know you do?"

Flame snickers. "What? Planning on getting rough tonight? I thought you wanted to be gentle and sweet and yada yada."

"That's not what I asked, baby." Lomedy nudges, gently. Flame's blush returns mildly, and he's happy Lomedy is looking at his back right now.

"Just... Well, whatever, you know, red is full stop, yellow is check-in and green is fine." Flame mumbles a bit awkwardly. Lomedy smiles and Flame almost gasps when that smile is pressed into a kiss on his shoulder blade. Almost.
He doesn't though, he knows better than that, and when another kiss comes he expects it. He leans into it and all of a sudden he's forgotten his grumble about how annoying Lomedy is being, too focused on the lazy comfort of being cared, no, loved for.

"Good boy, baby. So pretty for me." Lomedy whispers under his breath when he pulls away. Quiet enough for Flame to ignore it, but loud enough for a small shudder to run through his body. Which, in turn, is small enough for Lomedy to not acknowledge, but noticeable enough for him to smirk.

Lomedy knew Flame had to secretly be a sucker for praise. He'd never cared much for degradation, Lomedy tried it, exactly once. Flame immediately stopped him and said this wasn't a fight.
Or, to be more specific, he said Lomedy wasn't even "good enough to be one of them toxic players" so he "shouldn't act like it" and he came here to "fuck, not fight".

It took Lomedy a bit more gall to try praise, after that, but it did work. Not that Flame ever outright said he liked it.

No, but Lomedy was observant enough to see it. The shudders, gasps, even moans sometimes when he was close enough. When he needed it and was so, so lost in his near-orgasm his facade finally dropped for a bit and he let go.
And moaned, all for Lomedy, so prettily. And in turn he'd just tell him so. How pretty Flame was when he moaned like that.

He was pretty now, too, shuddering under a few kisses and a praise, and Lomedy couldn't help but admire it.

Of course, Flame's attitude wasn't lost under that prettiness, so when Lomedy stared in admiration for a bit longer he eventually lost his patience and turned around to complain.
Unbothered, and, knowing Flame longer than today, Lomedy shuts him up with a real kiss before he can even fully open his mouth.

"Hi" he says, after, smiling up at Flame. Flame who just looks back at him unimpressed. "Hello??? Nice to meet you? Now can it be nice to fuck you, or?" All he got in return was a roll of Lomedy's eyes and a laugh.
"Stop being impatient. I said I'd take my time, no?"

"Yeah, I just didn't think you'd take that much time. At this rate we won't even be in bed by the time Jaden loses his patience and bombs us." Flame replies, raising an eyebrow up at Lomedy.

In turn, Lomedy sighs, but his smile isn't lost in it. He just can't help it. "Okay. Let's get out of the shower, sooo impatient." He mock-complains.

And they do, get out of the shower that is. They get dried off and dressed, and Lomedy instructs Flame to go wait for him in the bedroom. Afterwards, he runs to the kitchen to get some water and snacks. He doesn't forget a towel, for easy clean-up. Despite Flame's annoying insistence to always rush through prep, he very much values aftercare. There's never once been a day where he's neglected it, and today especially is not a day where they're gonna start.
When he returns, Flame is propped up against the headboard playing some game on his phone. He barely even notices Lomedy come in, too focused on... who knows what. Probably winning this level. And failing, if the glare on Flame's face is any indicator.

Just in time for Lomedy to join him on the bed, Flame loses the level and throws his phone away in annoyance. He grumbles a bit and then- Oh, Lomedy is already in front of him. They lock eyes, and, this time, Flame looks at him and goes "Hi"

He immediately regrets it, because Lomedy gets that stupid grin on his face and Flame knows he's gonna get made fun of and-
His thoughts are shut up when Lomedy's lips are pressed to his. A surprised sound escapes him, but he's quick to follow, kissing Lomedy back and letting his hands trail over his body.

When the kiss breaks, Lomedy comes to sit next to him and pats his lap. Flame doesn't really get why, but Lomedy's always liked the sitting in eachother's lap part.
He, however, never cared for it. But he always humoured Lomedy. He was aware that the way they usually had sex was mostly his style, and, whilst Lomedy didn't mind, he still felt it was only fair to meet him in the middle on some parts.

So he sits on Lomedy's lap, like routine, and this time doesn't rush him into another kiss. No, instead, he lets Lomedy's hands return to his body, trailing under his shirt and over his abs.
A bit uncertain, he places his hands on Lomedy's shoulders and looks back at him for confirmation. What he gets in return is a disgustingly sweet smile and, well, it's probably alright then.

It's hard to keep eye contact, so he doesn't. He lets his eyes fall over Lomedy's lips, neck. Over the way his own hands follow as Lomedy's shoulders shift to keep up with their own hands exploring.
He's never really appreciated that before. Or, he's never really appreciated much of Lomedy's visuals before. Only the sweat on his forehead as he fucks into him, or, gets fucked into. That sweat let him know he was doing a good job, he thought. Now, his eyes focus on the way Lomedy licks his lips.

And, somewhere in his brain, the wires seem to connect. He's doing a good job, now, too. Even if Lomedy isn't sweating. Yet.

He wants to get his lips on the ones rewarding him with that rush.

He shifts a bit, impatient, eager. Lomedy almost looks up at him disapprovingly. Almost. Until he realises what Flame has set his sights on, and then those lips transform into a grin that's coming closer and-
Flame makes a noise of surprise, muffled beneath Lomedy's lips meeting his, and oh fuck is it good. It's exactly what he wanted.

Flame opens his mouth, aiming to get more, he wants- no, needs-

One look from Lomedy pulls him back.

He feels a bit like a deer caught in headlights, but then Lomedy's hands start their exploration again and suddenly it's not all that hard to get back into it.
He's not mad, he reminds himself.

Wait, fuck. Why does he even care? Even if Lomedy's mad he doesn't care.
But, then again, maybe he just wants to be good for him. Be patient.

He doesn't stay too caught up in that, choosing to lose his mind instead in the way Lomedy caresses him and kisses him and takes such good care of him.

And, not too long after, his patience gets rewarded by a little nip at his lips from Lomedy.
He eagerly opens up, letting the other take the lead.
'Cause he knows Lomedy's the one in charge, now, and if he's gonna fight, he only fights to win.

He's not giving up, no. Not at all. But he isn't going to start a fight he doesn't even want to win.

No, instead, he lets Lomedy take charge. Lets him set the pace. That makes it easier on Flame, anyways, now with Lomedy's request. He'd rather not go on an autopilot and mess up.

Eventually, they pull back, because "Even the immortal demon needs to breathe sometimes" Lomedy jokes. Flame lightly punches his shoulder for that. Not funny.
Okay, a little bit funny. But Flame would never acknowledge that, because screw Lomedy.

And, really, he wouldn't mind getting closer to actually doing that by now. The earlier praises and the making out got him squirming a bit more than he'd like to admit.
Lomedy sees that, he's sure, but he just smirks at him and tightens his grip on Flame's waist. Which, when did Lomedy's hands even move there? Honestly, he thinks he may be going insane. Even now, all slow-paced like this, he's lost track of things.

"C'mon" he mumbles. He's not begging, no, he's not that far gone yet. But he's closer than he usually would be at this part.
Lomedy coos. And it should feel condescending, maybe, but Flame can't help but lean into it. Lomedy should feel sorry for him, he's got him here- fucking, waiting!

"So impatient, baby. But, even then, you've been so good for me, hmm? So polite." Flame squirms a bit more. Fuck. That's not fair. "Do you wanna take your shirt off, Flame? Show your pretty self off?" And he does, he does. Now that it's been pointed out, it's like the fabric feels all wrong.

Lomedy seems to lean back, expectant. Flame just stares at him, and he feels a bit silly, but-
Then Lomedy gets it, finally, a little "Oh" escapes him and he moves to help Flame take his shirt off. "Oh, baby. 'M sorry, Flame." He says, discarding of it to the side, and he gently goes to hold Flame's face in his hands, giving him a peck on the lips and a soft smile.
"I- sorry, it's just- you- we always-" Flame stammers, a bit embarrassed and unsure. "It's okay, I know, I forgot." Lomedy reassures him, then, a bit embarrassed, too, laughs "Honestly, it's easy to forget now that we've fallen out of routine a bit."

Flame grumbles a bit, "Yeah, so, let's get back into routine. C'mon. Something, at least." He's not big on being uncertain about himself, and he would really rather move on from it, now. Lomedy just smiles at him. "Sure. Can you get up for me? Get undressed?"

Flame does, although a bit shaky in his legs from sitting so long in a weird position, and gets undressed. "You can keep your boxers on." Lomedy adds, so he does.
By the time he's done, Lomedy's got his shirt off, too, now probably discarded off somewhere to the side of the bed.

"Hi" Lomedy says, when they make eye contact. Flame glares at him, but there's no actual bite behind it.

"Are we going to get something done now?" he complains. "I'm getting a lot done," Lomedy says with a laugh. "you're just too impatient to recognise it." 

In response, Flame just grumbles something incoherent, as he climbs back on the bed. "Get on my lap again, for me?" Lomedy asks, and Flame rolls his eyes at him. "Come on, that wasn't enough foreplay for you? We're still going at it?" Lomedy doesn't grant him an answer, just pats his lap with a smile, and Flame can't help but get back on there. Stupid Lomedy with his annoying face.

He shifts a bit, getting comfortable, and when he's finally sat still Lomedy's hands seem to fall right into place on his waist. His eyes wander over Flame, taking in all of him now that he's undressed.

"You're so pretty."
Flame's face heats up a bit, and he looks away from Lomedy's face. He does, until Lomedy gets a hand on Flame's chest that is. A pinch forces a gasp out of him and all of a sudden he's buried his face in Lomedy's neck. Oh, this prick.

Before he can even retaliate, Lomedy is already back at it, pulling a moan out of Flame that he quickly muffles by burying his face further into Lomedy's neck.

"Oh," Lomedy says, through his breath, and all he wants is more of that.

So he keeps teasing Flame's nipples, relishing in the small sounds it draws out of Flame. His other hand moves to Flame's back, dragging his fingers over his spine as he tweaks his nipple just right.

And, if his own heartbeat wasn't so loud right now, he'd be convinced he'd died because fuck the reaction that drew out of Flame.

The way his back seemed to arch almost perfectly into Lomedy as his eyes rolled back, lightly exposing the white of his eyes, and that noise. Flame may as well have been sculpted just for him, he thinks.

"Flame..." Lomedy starts, but his sentence trails off, breath and words taken by the sight before him.

"Lomedy-" Flame starts, but Lomedy doesn't give him any time before interrupting him.
"Shh, stop fussing, just be pretty like this for me right now." He says, fingernails raking over Flame's body, and he could swear he hears a small whine come out of Flame's mouth. He would point it out and tease him, if that wouldn't be a sure death sentence.

That's okay. He could savour it in silence, too.
And savour it he did.

He continued on like that for another while, changing up his technique every once in a while. A kiss to his chest, the twist of a nipple under his fingertips, anything to keep that flow of increasingly less quiet noises going. 

Not like Flame has noticed he's getting louder, really. He's usually not that loud during sex, but right now it's like he's sinking in deeper with every touch of Lomedy's on his body. He hasn't really been in the state to control the noises leaving him, much less how loud he is. And, embarassingly, it thus takes him a few seconds to even register that Lomedy said something to him.

"Hmm- what?" Flame says, voice sounding rough.

Meanwhile, Lomedy had shifted his attention to Flame's neck, placing kisses and hickeys there. Flame felt his smile pressing against his skin. "Was asking if you want me to get more hands on. Or, well, I guess it's more like hands in?" The corniness of the last part went right over Flame's head, much more in favour of the implication behind the comment. Cause, no matter how gone he may already be, he still wants - needs - more. "Ple- hm, yeah. That-- That's okay," Flame managed to get out, not adressing the fact he almost begged for it. It doesn't go unnoticed by Lomedy, but he decides not to bring it up. Yet.

Instead, he reaches for the lube. Right. Of course, conveniently placed right outside of his reach inside the dresser, for some fucking reason. "Flame, get up for me?" 

"Hmm? Oh," Flame says as his eyes follow Lomedy's hand, reaching towards but just out of reach of the dresser. He grins. "Loser." He says, looking back at Lomedy, whose face has turned slightly red. He recovers quickly, though, "Oh, what? You want to wait longer? That's also okay, baby." Lomedy replies, knowing smirk now on his face at the sight of Flame's frown. 

A grumble leaves Flame as he moves up from Lomedy's lap, clearly not fond on the idea of waiting longer. Luckily for him, Lomedy seems to get a bit more of a move on after that.

Lomedy warms up the lube between his fingers, not even bothering Flame a glance as he says, "Boxers off."
Straight to the point, okay, finally! Flame can get on board with that.

Perhaps a little too eager, Flame starts working his last piece of clothing off, positioning himself ass up on the bed without even having to be asked. Lomedy simply observes this with a quirk of his brow and a smirk on his lips. Meanwhile, Flame doesn't even really realise how desperate he's coming off as. Or, well, maybe he also just is that desperate.

When Lomedy deemed the lube warm enough he came up closer to Flame, who gulped a bit as he felt Lomedy's presence stalking over his body. Normally, Lomedy wouldn't be intimidating to Flame at all. Noone would be intimidating, really.
But, somehow, sex was different. Especially now - as if he wasn't just having sex, but blindly handing a part of himself over. And, in a certain sense, he was.

Lomedy's finger circled his rim, a shudder racking through Flame's body. A kiss was pressed to his backside, roaming hands returning, although slightly less intense than before.

Just as Flame was about to complain again, Lomedy properly inserted his first digit into Flame, accompanied by a kiss to the frame of his back. The murmer of a "so pretty..." and other praise is somewhere in the background, but all Flame can focus on is breathing through the initial burn. No matter how long it's been, it always takes some time getting used to that first intrusion.
Though that may also be due to the fact that Flame is always out of the house on some trip, so "no matter how long it's been" is often quite long regardless.

Flame would be lying if at least part of him didn't enjoy the initial burn.

Or, perhaps not the burn. Perhaps it's the intimacy. The reminder that, at the end of the day, Lomedy won't go on without an okay from him. The reigns are still in his hands. The soft, quiet moment they have for a few seconds before it all truly goes down.
He savours it, in a way.
In a way that he savours all things Lomedy.

Much like how Lomedy is savouring him right now, pressing soft kisses to the small of his back. Whispering quiet praises into the air for Flame to latch on to.

And Flame does. It helps him wait, patient, for Lomedy to start moving. Gives him something to occupy him with during the agonising waiting. Up until he realises he's supposed to give the cue for Lomedy to go on. He can't believe Lomedy's already got him into this stupid waiting scheme so much so that he's just voluntarily waited. Without even having to, at all.
He groans, which causes Lomedy to pause his never ending kisses and praise in question. "Are you okay? It doesn't hurt, does it? Cause-"

Flame groans, again, this time to shut Lomedy up. "No- no. It doesn't, I- You- Well,"He's still a little embarrassed by his earlier realisation, stumbling over his words. He takes a deep breath. "Continue...?" He manages to stammer out.

Lomedy pauses, just too long for Flame's liking. "Are you sure, Flame? I can always stop if you want me to, you kn-"
"Stop stalling and get fucking," Flame snarls, all of his bite from earlier back. Which finally reassures Lomedy that Flame really is fine. Thus, he does as told, not really wanting to find out if he can push Flame any more right now.

As he slowly starts pumping his finger in and out of Flame, he returns to kissing him all over his back. Now even daring to suck some marks into the skin, marks surrounded by or on top of bruises and scars from the many fights Flame's found himself in already.

He keeps at it, waiting for a signal from Flame to add another finger. This time, Flame doesn't let himself forget again, eager to move on to the next step. "Another," he says, no - demands. He knows he's risking it, being demanding and all. But, he just really can't be bothered to put up with Lomedy taking his sweet time, again.
Though, he may need to curse himself for that. A barely audible scoff tells him all he needs to know, Lomedy's not happy with the demands. "Ask nicely."

And, Flame, the stubborn bastard, apparently hadn't cursed himself enough. Instead of toning it down, his attitude just flares up. "Make me." It's out before he's really even realised, and regretted the moment it is. Especially when Lomedy stills.

Suddenly, Lomedy's voice is far closer to his ear than he'd anticipated. "Ask nicely, Flame. I won't tell you again." He can't even hide the shudder racking through his body at that.

"Lomedy..." Flame trails off, distracted by the fact that Lomedy has started moving his finger again.

With that, he thinks he can last for a bit longer. He'll outlast Lomedy, surely. They've both been waiting for a while, but, at least he's had something. Lomedy must be impatient, as well. He figures it's worth a shot to protect his pride.

In hindsight, he'd know it's stupid to try and challenge Lomedy on patience. Lomedy, a literal farmer, a man who'd wait half a year just to get some stupid crops.
But, in the moment, brain hazed over with sex, that connection isn't quite made in his brain. Thus, he stays quiet.

Well, as quiet as he can stay.

His breathing is heavy, nearing panting. The simulation Lomedy gives him just enough to drive him mildly crazy, but not enough to actually provide any relief.
And then Lomedy gets a hand on his nipples again and it's just not fair. It's not fair how well Lomedy knows all his weak spots, knows how to drive him up the wall and keep Flame under his thumb nevertheless.

A moan rips from his throat, before he's even registered it. "Lomedy," he rasps, blush colouring impossibly deeper on his face. He craves, needs more. "Please..." He whispers, soft enough to barely pick up on it himself.
But Lomedy does.

"There you go, so sweet. Just for me." Lomedy whispers in his ear, which, fuck when did he get so close to his face? His breath catches as he feels another finger enter him, opening him up more. Lomedy's breath is hot on his cheek, and Flame can't help the content sigh when Lomedy finally starts pumping his fingers again.

He feels the way Lomedy's mouth curls up into a smile, nudging Flame's face over to the side with his free hand. Then he feels the way their mouths lock together into a kiss.
Just soft, sweet, slow.
Flame could be described as pliant, under Lomedy. Accepting what Lomedy gives him and, wanting - sure, but not taking more.

And then the kiss is interrupted by a moan from Flame as Lomedy starts scissoring his fingers inside, opening him up further. He gets lost in the ease of pleasure as Lomedy presses kisses into his skin.

It's intoxicating, really. It's so mind numbing and - Fuck, why'd it take so long again for them to try this? When it feels so damn good to just be "enjoying the moment" as Lomedy phrased it. He is, really. He is enjoying this.
Prep never bothered him much before. Always having been a mere requirement to get to the actually good part. But, fuck, why did noone tell him that prep could be part of that good part?

Lomedy eases another finger inside. Kissing the low groan it earns him off of Flame's lips, swallowing it. "You see it now, hmm?" He says, not expecting an answer. Not when Flame looks so blissed out already.
Though, it does wake Flame up a little. A not-so-fiery glance being shot Lomedy's way. He can't help but grin at the attempt of keeping up a fight. Really, he knows Flame's enjoying it. Obvious in the way his hips lightly follow along with the movement of his fingers, the way his face has started working a sweat trying to restrain every moan.

"Ha- If, you'd- I..." Flame trails off, as Lomedy grazes over his prostrate. "Lomedy." Flame half gasps half moans. The aforementioned simply smiles into the crook of Flame's neck, as he works Flame open more. Sue him, if he nudges that spot again a few more times. With the pretty sounds it draws out of Flame, he can't really be blamed.

And, really, speaking of pretty things, Lomedy can't help but notice how Flame's cock been all but begging for attention this whole time. He stills his finger to adjust his position for a bit, making Flame shoot him a confused look as soon as he registers it. Lomedy hasn't pulled his fingers out, yet, but-? Oh. He moans out as a hand wraps around his dick, and, fuck, since when was he so close?

Flame, finally, gives in to the tremble of his arms, letting his face get buried in the pillows. At this point, it's the only thing that could still smother the noises urging to slip past his lips. He's not sure if he could keep them in by himself, anymore. Especially not with the amount that has already gotten past.
Bliss takes over his mind, as he starts to desperately rut into the fingers working on his dick and back onto the fingers opening him up.

He moves his face to the side, moans slipping out be damned. "Lomedy," he says, breathless. He's answered with a hum. He opens his eyes, looking for that familiar face through the haziness blocking his sight. "Lomedy, hah, please-" They lock eyes, and a shudder flows through Flame with the predatory look in Lomedy's eyes. "I'm gonna-"

"So come."

Something about the mix of everything. The giving up control to someone that's really not supposed to be in power over him. The fact that he's slowly succumbed to the submission Lomedy's brought him into. The fact that he's so, so close and all that's happened is foreplay.

Flame comes, sight whiting out and with a desperate moan of Lomedy's name.
It's only a second or two that he's completely lost in the pleasure, but when he comes to again he's still rutting into Lomedy's hand, chasing his orgasm.

Slowly, he comes to a stop. Lomedy pulls his fingers out of him, with an embarrassing sound that he just knows Lomedy grins at.
Whatever, he doesn't care, still riding on his post-orgasm haze.

He lets himself fully collapse onto the bed, feels Lomedy attempt to goade him into a position to drink some water. After a second he grumbles, accepts, gulps the bottle down and plops back on the bed again.
Somewhere in the background, he's vaguely aware of Lomedy cleaning up.

Wait-
Cleaning up?

He opens his eyes, now hit with a wave of confusion. Almost unsure, and, a bit embarrassed by it, he asks "Are you not... We- are we not... fucking?"
Lomedy meets his eyes, slanting his head sideways. "You just came, Flame, after a pretty long scene. You still wanna fuck?" He grins, sly and somehow, stupidly, still kind, "Looked pretty worn out there."

"I'm not- you-" Flame stumbles over his words, thoughts scrambled. Then he looks up at Lomedy, "You can't just do all that and then not fuck me," he says, accusing tone. Then, he breaks eye contact. With a mild pout, he says. "It's called foreplay for a reason. 'Cause it's be-fore the fucking."

Lomedy looks a bit taken aback, his turn to be flustered now. It's also a bit ridiculous, looking at Flame sitting there with such an attitude. Is this what you get when you spoil someone too much? Still, Lomedy can't deny him. Even now. "I- are you sure? You just came, Flame. Won't you-?"

Flame cuts him off, "I can handle it, come on. If I can survive a bunch of stupid civilisations trying to kill me, I can survive being fucked after I've come."

Yeah, okay, definitely too spoiled, Lomedy figures.

Apparently, tonight is not the night to make a change in that. Lomedy steps over to the bed again, dropping the towel he was using to clean up somewhere on the ground. He's got a second one, anyways, for if they got messy. He supposes they're about to.

Flame looks at him expectantly, having moved to lay onto his back. In all honesty, Flame can't say he's not a bit nervous about this. He's never come twice during a scene - let alone been fucked after coming once already. He's not even sure if he can. Come again, that is.
But he's sure about this. He wants it, so bad. He needs it. Needs Lomedy inside of him.

Speaking of, Lomedy has finally lost his pants and underwear. Flame has to bite his lip to not moan out at the sight of Lomedy's dick. He must really be far gone if he almost moans from merely looking at it.

If Lomedy notices, he doesn't say anything about it. He just moves onto the bed over to Flame. Appreciating the new position that lets him get a good look in at Flame's face.

He leans in to kiss him, intending for a soft kiss but being met by a more eager Flame. And, well, who is he to deny him? Lomedy indulges him in a hungry, heated kiss, nudging his tongue inside Flame's mouth.

This time, when they fight for dominance, Flame almost wins. Almost, because, well, Lomedy doesn't always play fair. He nudges a thumb over Flame's hole, startling him and easily letting Lomedy take control over the kiss. A moan gets lost in the kiss, as Flame melts away a bit more into the mattress.

They pull apart with a string of saliva between them, and Lomedy smirks up at Flame. "Not fair" Flame says, voice breathy. "Not fair at all."

"Never said I'd play fair, baby." Before Flame can retort, Lomedy's thumb has made his way inside. Easily being allowed entrance due to the scene just moments before.

It makes Flame gasp, still a bit sensitive, and arch up into Lomedy just a little bit.

"Lomedy-" He tries to complain, but the finger has already retracted before he can even truly start. Lomedy positions himself up, ready to push inside of Flame.
"Colour?" Lomedy asks, looking into Flame's eyes. They don't often check-in mid scene, usually working on a speak-up basis, but Lomedy wants to be sure that Flame is absolutely sure of this.

Not that Flame cares for the gesture much. "Yes, I've been fucking waiting for this, so-" Lomedy pushes in, able to slide in in one go and the rest of Flame's sentence is forgotten with a moan tumbling through his lips instead. "Fuck," he whispers, breathy.

It's good. It's so good. His earlier orgasm has made him more sensitive, sure, but it just means he can feel the buzzing of pleasure all over his body. "Lomedy," He moans, "Please, fuck-, fuck me."

"God," Lomedy says, starting up a slow rhythm "So perfect for me, Flame. So good for me." He grits out through his teeth. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been close for a while, now. Could you blame the man? Flame was really pretty, coming apart underneath him. By his hands. And then when he's just barely put together again he asks for Lomedy to take him apart once more?
God, he'd be crazy to say no to the man.

"Please" Flame said, not even sure what he was begging for, really. He didn't need to know what he wanted. Lomedy knew what he desired, and he'd give it to him when he needed it. And Lomedy did, changing up his angle to hit Flame's prostrate again as he sped up. A moan fell from his lips, Lomedy following up with his own right after.

"Flame," Lomedy breathed out, "So pretty, just for me." Flame moaned once more, bringing his arms up around Lomedy's shoulders.

Flame pulled him in for a kiss, moaning into it when he felt a hand wrap around his cock. When did he get so close again?

He wasn't sure, half of his senses lost on him by now. It didn't even matter much as Lomedy pounded his prostate. He was close, so close.

He pulled away from the kiss, just to get out a "Please" and a "Lomedy". His name was echoed right back at him, Lomedy losing some of his rhythm by now, just chasing his pleasure.

"Please" he said, again.

Flame felt Lomedy spill into him at those words, stilling his hips. He moaned at the feeling.
Yeah, nothing could top that.
Lomedy's hand pumped around Flame's dick again, as Flame sought eye contact with him. Just then he noticed how his eyes felt wet, as a tear rolled down his cheek.
He was so close, so close.

Finally, he found Lomedy's eyes through the blur of his own. Lomedy smiled at him. Sickeningly sweet, fuck. Flame whined.

"You're so pretty, Flame. All pretty for me."

Flame spilled over into Lomedy's hand, gasping and moaning Lomedy's name one last time.

He was blissed out, didn't even notice Lomedy pulling out or cleaning him with a towel. Barely registered his head being held up by Lomedy to drink some water.

By the time he fully came to, Lomedy was already done. Now cuddling him from behind, face nuzzled into his neck.

Flame shifted a bit, not much, but enough that Lomedy was alerted. "Hi, baby." He smiled into Flame's neck, pressing a kiss there.

Flame blushed, everything now coming back to him in a moment of post-nut clarity.
He can't believe he begged, voluntarily, multiple times. Wasn't even asked to most times. He can't believe he cried. He can't believe he liked it. Loved it, even.

Sure, he still didn't mind a quick fuck, but, god. Perhaps being a bit more patient was worth his time after all.

Not as if he'd ever tell Lomedy as much.

"Fuck you." He grumbled, instead.

Lomedy laughed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Did not." Flame argued.

"Sure, that's why you begged so nicely and came twice." Lomedy said, still grinning.

Flame simply huffed, pulling Lomedy impossibly closer around him. "Shut up. Let me sleep."

A kiss was pressed into his hair.

"Sure."