( there's one huff of a laugh, quiet, his eyes closing, then opening again. he hadn't expected any other reaction, really; this guy is about as proud as he is handsome, and what would it say about someone this pretty that they found solace in fucking around with some gutter scum monster? he wouldn't admit to it, not in words, anyway, and he doesn't have to.
the way that he leans into him, forcing him onto his back on the mattress, says plenty. the way that he curves over his body, the way that he leaves the lube up to him, the way that he presses into a kiss--none of it screams any kind of disgust, none of it seems to be finding pity in him, only satisfaction and curiosity. he doesn't have to tease him about it, either: he's sure that esi knows.
so he kisses him, firm, hard, lets his lips part to rake a blood-splotched tongue across esi's teeth, into his mouth, marking it with the copper taste of him; his hand blindly works the cap of the lube open, smearing it between them, onto the bed, onto his stomach, mopping it up with his fingers. there's a little breath of a laugh into the kiss, too: what a lazy fucker, this guy is. almost as lazy as he is.
but he'll see to it--dipping his own hand down between his legs, a distracted touch that jerks up onto his cock, for a moment, a few languid strokes, before he lets his fingers dive down with practiced ease; it's not the first time he's done this to himself, and it's obvious that he likes it, his mouth parting with eager ease into the kiss as he fingers himself, moving with precise fervor to both work himself up and work himself loose. )
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the way that he leans into him, forcing him onto his back on the mattress, says plenty. the way that he curves over his body, the way that he leaves the lube up to him, the way that he presses into a kiss--none of it screams any kind of disgust, none of it seems to be finding pity in him, only satisfaction and curiosity. he doesn't have to tease him about it, either: he's sure that esi knows.
so he kisses him, firm, hard, lets his lips part to rake a blood-splotched tongue across esi's teeth, into his mouth, marking it with the copper taste of him; his hand blindly works the cap of the lube open, smearing it between them, onto the bed, onto his stomach, mopping it up with his fingers. there's a little breath of a laugh into the kiss, too: what a lazy fucker, this guy is. almost as lazy as he is.
but he'll see to it--dipping his own hand down between his legs, a distracted touch that jerks up onto his cock, for a moment, a few languid strokes, before he lets his fingers dive down with practiced ease; it's not the first time he's done this to himself, and it's obvious that he likes it, his mouth parting with eager ease into the kiss as he fingers himself, moving with precise fervor to both work himself up and work himself loose. )