[ The movement of Hugo's hands between them draws his attention, while those beautiful, tapered fingers begin to work on the buttons of the shirt Set wishes to have off of him now — in contrast, Set's attire varies between the traditional fashion of his homeland ( which titillates and shocks the stuffy Karterians ), and whatever he mimics with his sands, forming pieces he spots on the bodies of other or in storefronts. The money he earns goes into the militia, devoted as he is to their growth as he is to earning their loyalty, on behalf of all Augmented.
Hugo's mouth on his pulls his gaze away from the expanse of skin — un-skin, not-skin, Spectral skin — steadily exposed to the air atop their distant rooftop. The act seems to irritate him, as he digs his tongue into Hugo's own, coiled and warm and wet and almost angry as his hands dip between them and push at Hugo's hips. At his belly, to put a measure of distance between them. The motion culminates in a sharp, quick bite to the the man's lower lip before pushing him back: not to reject him, but to rake his eyes over his exposed torso in long, purposeful patterns. Shoulder to shoulder, collarbone to rib, rib to rib, rib to heart: the throbbing, colorful crystal exposed like candy, like something vulnerable and easy to target.
Impulsive, he pushes his fingertips over the space where the crystal sits. Translucent skin stops him, blocks him from taking hold of the pretty thing inside of Hugo, and that seems to irritate the god as well. He looks up from underneath full, red lashes and hair and vines that scatter around his face like a curtain, wild and perfectly eager when he states: ] — do not keep from me that which I wish to have. You are lovely.
[ Of course, he can say it. If there would be anyone who could find the state of Hugo's body ( of all Augmented bodies ) intoxicating and glorious, could it not be the embodiment of the infinite, red desert? With a body that changes as his does? That can be identified simultaneously as man and beast and natural phenomena without differentiating between one or the other?
One hand slips into the back of Hugo's hair, palm cradling his skull as he sinks his fingers ( nails scratching, errant and sharp ) into blonde locks and tugs him softly back. Mouth lowering to find his bare throat, the line of his collarbone and the space where his strange, crystalline heart radiates soft light that plays off the angles of Set's own face as he puts his mouth over him and kisses him there, open mouthed and hungry. The other hand cups his Spectral companion through the front of his pants, faltering not even a little. ]
[ At first, Hugo thinks that aggressive response is just Set responding in kind. As he hungrily seeks Set’s tongue like he might draw all of the warmth out of him for himself, he smiles. Even something angry is fine with him, because to be fair, it’s not like he has to worry about the mess of blood anymore. It’s only when Set pushes away that he realizes that isn’t it. Their lips part messily with the bite, and Hugo gasps out a confused little sound of pain. ]
Ah… If it’s—
[ Hugo starts to speak too, because he misinterprets why Set looks over his torso. His tone is delicate and acquiescing, because he has his own cynical, self-loathing assumption. The Augmented may all be “monsters” of a sort, but all the rest, they were at least alive, weren’t they? His new body was some kind of cruel memento mori, so he could hardly blame anyone if they balked at fooling around with what he personally saw as a corpse.
So, Set’s words are more startling and striking than the bite. He’d already been thinking of a way to elegantly disengage and preserve his dignity, and yet. He probably loses it after all, because his wide-eyed stare and brief stammer is as touched and hopeful as when he was a younger man. That impossible flush on his face intensifies, and it’s brightest at the very tips of his long ears. ]
[ That enchanted look doesn’t last, because he’s not a younger man anymore. Even if those words strike right into his sensitive yearning, he still laughs as Set embraces him again. It’s more relaxed, though, enough so that he’s less shy as he tilts his head up to bare his neck to Set and rest some of the weight of his head into his hand. ]
And here I was, joking about that love at first sight comment, you know.
[ He’s still a mouthy brat, of course. He especially can’t help it when he feels like he’s been (delightfully!) outmaneuvered in two ways now. He still half-expects there might be something that’s a bridge too far, and Set might withdraw, but it’s at least easier to push down that thought as an eager kiss settles over his crystalline heart.
…The hand palming his mostly hard dick helps too, admittedly. A chase really does get him going. He gasps out a little sound of pleasure at the contact, lowering his head just a little without impeding Set’s kisses. ]
Just be careful. It’s sensitive.
[ Does he mean…? No, actually. He doesn’t. Maybe it’s foolish to trust Set with this when he’d forcibly bitten into Hugo’s bones before, but he still does. The barrier of his ethereal skin softens, and though it’s still very much visible, Set will be able to sink through it now to touch the bone and crystal underneath. ]
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Hugo's mouth on his pulls his gaze away from the expanse of skin — un-skin, not-skin, Spectral skin — steadily exposed to the air atop their distant rooftop. The act seems to irritate him, as he digs his tongue into Hugo's own, coiled and warm and wet and almost angry as his hands dip between them and push at Hugo's hips. At his belly, to put a measure of distance between them. The motion culminates in a sharp, quick bite to the the man's lower lip before pushing him back: not to reject him, but to rake his eyes over his exposed torso in long, purposeful patterns. Shoulder to shoulder, collarbone to rib, rib to rib, rib to heart: the throbbing, colorful crystal exposed like candy, like something vulnerable and easy to target.
Impulsive, he pushes his fingertips over the space where the crystal sits. Translucent skin stops him, blocks him from taking hold of the pretty thing inside of Hugo, and that seems to irritate the god as well. He looks up from underneath full, red lashes and hair and vines that scatter around his face like a curtain, wild and perfectly eager when he states: ] — do not keep from me that which I wish to have. You are lovely.
[ Of course, he can say it. If there would be anyone who could find the state of Hugo's body ( of all Augmented bodies ) intoxicating and glorious, could it not be the embodiment of the infinite, red desert? With a body that changes as his does? That can be identified simultaneously as man and beast and natural phenomena without differentiating between one or the other?
One hand slips into the back of Hugo's hair, palm cradling his skull as he sinks his fingers ( nails scratching, errant and sharp ) into blonde locks and tugs him softly back. Mouth lowering to find his bare throat, the line of his collarbone and the space where his strange, crystalline heart radiates soft light that plays off the angles of Set's own face as he puts his mouth over him and kisses him there, open mouthed and hungry. The other hand cups his Spectral companion through the front of his pants, faltering not even a little. ]
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Ah… If it’s—
[ Hugo starts to speak too, because he misinterprets why Set looks over his torso. His tone is delicate and acquiescing, because he has his own cynical, self-loathing assumption. The Augmented may all be “monsters” of a sort, but all the rest, they were at least alive, weren’t they? His new body was some kind of cruel memento mori, so he could hardly blame anyone if they balked at fooling around with what he personally saw as a corpse.
So, Set’s words are more startling and striking than the bite. He’d already been thinking of a way to elegantly disengage and preserve his dignity, and yet. He probably loses it after all, because his wide-eyed stare and brief stammer is as touched and hopeful as when he was a younger man. That impossible flush on his face intensifies, and it’s brightest at the very tips of his long ears. ]
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[ That enchanted look doesn’t last, because he’s not a younger man anymore. Even if those words strike right into his sensitive yearning, he still laughs as Set embraces him again. It’s more relaxed, though, enough so that he’s less shy as he tilts his head up to bare his neck to Set and rest some of the weight of his head into his hand. ]
And here I was, joking about that love at first sight comment, you know.
[ He’s still a mouthy brat, of course. He especially can’t help it when he feels like he’s been (delightfully!) outmaneuvered in two ways now. He still half-expects there might be something that’s a bridge too far, and Set might withdraw, but it’s at least easier to push down that thought as an eager kiss settles over his crystalline heart.
…The hand palming his mostly hard dick helps too, admittedly. A chase really does get him going. He gasps out a little sound of pleasure at the contact, lowering his head just a little without impeding Set’s kisses. ]
Just be careful. It’s sensitive.
[ Does he mean…? No, actually. He doesn’t. Maybe it’s foolish to trust Set with this when he’d forcibly bitten into Hugo’s bones before, but he still does. The barrier of his ethereal skin softens, and though it’s still very much visible, Set will be able to sink through it now to touch the bone and crystal underneath. ]