[It doesn't even matter that it's only a mask that comes in front of his mouth. It could be anything, really; what matters is that it's there, it's not just empty space, and he leans into it with almost desperate gratitude, parting his lips and moving them over Hierophant's mask like a lover lost in a particularly messy round of kisses. He laves his tongue against the bone and it doesn't matter; his lips come together and part again and it's fine if he doesn't have lips to kiss back. All that matters is that he's able to do something, he can show how much he wants this, there's an outlet for the passion and relief and pleasure and he can pour it all back out again as much as he wants.
And fuck, it's not stopping anytime soon. Not with Kakyoin's tight, pondering voice putting suggestions into his head, images of Hierophant working him over even more thoroughly than the machine because Hierophant can multitask, can be in twenty places at once and track down to the slightest sensation whether it's too much or not. This is what Hierophant was made for, albeit in a sensual sense never contemplated before now. To control, to manipulate, to direct.
Adrian could come home and see him like that. Adrian and Kakyoin, leaving him for each other like a gift — what a breath-stealing thought.]
Would he like it?
[What priorities he has. But there's some ambiguity there, still, and he realizes only belatedly that he needs to clarify it.]
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And fuck, it's not stopping anytime soon. Not with Kakyoin's tight, pondering voice putting suggestions into his head, images of Hierophant working him over even more thoroughly than the machine because Hierophant can multitask, can be in twenty places at once and track down to the slightest sensation whether it's too much or not. This is what Hierophant was made for, albeit in a sensual sense never contemplated before now. To control, to manipulate, to direct.
Adrian could come home and see him like that. Adrian and Kakyoin, leaving him for each other like a gift — what a breath-stealing thought.]
Would he like it?
[What priorities he has. But there's some ambiguity there, still, and he realizes only belatedly that he needs to clarify it.]
Hierophant. Would Hierophant like it?