bottombitch | noctium

[ The attached video seems innocuous at first. It's kind of dark to start, after all, clearly someone hasn't bothered to set up proper lighting. But once the recording device focuses, it's clear it's planted between someone's legs as they're kneeling, filming from the waist down.

Not that the cock between those legs is the focus. No, it's the other party in this - namely, one Nyx Ulric, who is rather enthusiastically holding onto their thighs and is rimming the other person. He's clearly into it, pressing his tongue inside and pulling back. It's easy to tell that it's him - if not from the braids on his shoulders, then the red gem and lichtenberg scars on his chest give him away.

The video's not long, about thirty seconds, and then it cuts off, the only addition to it being one emoji: ]

😘

[ Huh okay, so it's a video. So far it doesn't look anything like another bath-related situation that would make him blush but it's so dark that Aoba finds himself peering more closely. Expanding the view so he can see it better in the privacy of his apartment -- ]

[ And then he sees the telltale swing of a fat cock, engorged with arousal and a tight pair of balls swinging just as Nyx grips his hips, enthusiastically burying his tongue into another man's (???) ass only to pull back and allow a thin line of clear liquid pour from the tip of his tongue.

Aoba throws his device across the room and it's several minutes before he finally retrieves it to reply: ]

was that what I think it was

I mean, I feel like the video quality wasn't that bad...

no it wasn't

[ It's been tough enough after seeing those images of him in a bath, showing off... he's been haunted by these, unsure how to take the friendly banter, the knowing looks, the charming smile. He never really knows if he's just hung by his own wishful thinking, but it's so much easier to venture a guess, a flirtation, over text: ]

hey
are you proposing something
or are you just messing with me

[ Nyx isn't exactly what one would call a gentleman, though he's not the type to strongarm someone into something they don't want. He figured being a little more explicit with Aoba might help - and it's paying off, it seems. ]

I'm definitely suggesting it, no jokes here. Consider the video a sample of my work ;)

[ Aoba frowns at his device, rubbing his arms with his hands and marveling at the emptiness of his apartment. He thinks about it. He thinks about the images Nyx sent.

And then he sends him his address just before he strips off his truly unsexy loungewear in favor of a shower and softer, flimsier attire. Shame haunts him like a ghost, but it's an easier companion to tolerate than loneliness. ]

...come over?

[ Nyx is sadly unaware of Aoba's struggle with the decision. For his own part, he's keeping busy around his and Libertus' place. The video wasn't one he took today, but the idea to tease Aoba with it had come to him.

Aoba's address comes through, followed shortly by an invitation. He grins to himself. ]

Wouldn't do to keep you waiting.

[ True to his word, he's quick to shower and dress. There's at least some effort to it - pants that fit him nicely, a plain shirt and the jacket similar to his Kingsglaive uniform he'd picked up during one of the shop sales - and then he's on his way. A short time later there's a polite but firm knock on Aoba's apartment door.

And of course - when Aoba opens it, Nyx is leaning against the doorjamb with one arm up, smiling. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

[ Nyx remains one of the most devastatingly sexy guys Aoba has met. It's unfair. Confident, sincere, a little shameless. There's something about him that he thinks should be inaccessible, but it's clear that the only thing holding him back is his own self. He's got too much emotional baggage and pointless shame he's hanging onto, Nyx has been nothing but nice to him and Aoba's dwindling list of excuses not to let him in are being quickly subverted by a strong attraction.

An attraction that asserts itself when he sees him in the flesh. That video sent him places but now that he's here, he feels himself starting to inwardly panic. ]

Yeah. [ God, he knows he sounds nervous, but he twists the edge of a light blue sweater, a thin and flimsy thing he doesn't wear anywhere it might catch on anything, skinny jeans, slip on shoes. Casual date attire, even though he doesn't think he'll make it one step out of his apartment before he's out of them.

In fact, he reaches out for one of the loops in his jacket first, pulling him inside by a single digit. ]

You're shameless -- you know that, right? [ Well, so was Aoba's invitation, hot on the heels of that video. ] You want a drink?

[ Admittedly, Nyx wraps his sexuality and confidence around himself like a shield most days. He's sincere because he can't help but be, but his actual opinion of himself tends to be far lower than he presents it outwardly.

That's neither here nor there, though. What catches his attention is Aoba fiddling with the edge of his blue sweater, looking a little nervous but interested all the same. The fact that he dressed up is cute; despite the fact that Nyx did the same, knowing he was coming here to take some things off.

His grin goes even wider, though, when Aoba hooks a finger into his jacket and tugs him forward. Nyx doesn't resist, stepping in - he's still wearing his glaive boots after all. ]

Nah, I'm not that kind of thirsty. I could eat, though.

[ No comment about being shameless - yes, he's well aware. He lets himself lean into and over Aoba a bit, settling his hands on his hips, covered by that blue sweater. ]

[ Despite all evidence pointing to mutual desire, Aoba thinks he should at the very least answer the door looking presentable in case he wanted to, you know, chill first, talk a little... but if Aoba's being honest, he feels like Nyx just existing and flirting with him has been it's own form of foreplay for some time now. ]

I could fix you something to...

[ The door behind him eases into place, then snaps shut. It sounds louder than usual for Aoba, but that's really because he's holding his breath. Nyx slides up to him so easily that he bends along with him, keeping his eyes trained on his face. His hands wind up on his chest, over his shirt and fall still there. ]

Oh. [ God, he smells good. Aoba notes, his hands finally running up over his chest, sliding Nyx's jacket off from his shoulders as he nods at him. Pressing against that warm body he's seen much of and touched very little ] Yeah, that's... that's good too.

[ His heart is beating so fast, he kind of hovers around his mouth as if considering kissing him, deciding he will and then holding back because he's already waited this long. Waiting until Nyx's jacket hits the floor won't do any harm. ]

[ Aoba presses up against him and Nyx is pleased, letting a little hum start in his throat. The hands on his chest are welcome, and he shrugs his shoulders to remove the jacket, only letting go of Aoba's hips in order to slip his arms out of it.

He lets it fall to the floor, wrapping his arms around Aoba's midsection. He's not shy at all about leaning in to kiss Aoba this time, the stubble on his chin likely scratching Aoba's chin a little. He's also not subtle about letting one hand fall to the curve of his ass, giving it a squeeze.

He tilts his head, nipping Aoba's bottom lip.]

[ Nyx makes this easy, he's confident and sexy -- most of the time Aoba reacts to him like the last thing he needs is his irritatingly sensual self around but despite all his grousing, he's pretty much irresistible. Especially now that he's here, his hands around his waist and dipping in for a kiss. Aoba lets out a light, yearning sigh, the most honest sound that's come out of his mouth since they've met.

He surges into that kiss, pressing against him and letting his fingers run up his chest, over his shoulders and then raking through his hair with his fingertips. It takes almost no coaxing at all from that nip at the bottom of his lip to get Aoba to open up, with Aoba touching his lips with the soft edge of his tongue.

It'll only be long after tonight before he'll recognize the light burn around his mouth and his chin and realizes he feels that same sensation elsewhere on his body. ]

[ Aoba's exactly the kind of person Nyx would flirt with just to tease back home - though that little sigh says a lot about how Aoba really feels, Nyx thinks. There's also nothing quite like someone leaning full into him as they kiss, and the hands raking through his hair get a pleased noise from the back of Nyx's throat.

He deepens the kiss when Aoba opens up easily, pressing his tongue against Aoba's teasingly. He keeps his hand on Aoba's ass, giving it another squeeze (because he'll be getting acquainted soon), but he lifts his other hand to thread his fingers into the soft blue strands of Aoba's hair, giving it a light tug.

He only pulls back after thoroughly kissing Aoba to nip at the curve of his jaw, nuzzling against the skin there. ]

Bedroom?

[ After tonight, Nyx will be well-equipped to never let Aoba live anything they do down, and the whole process of banter-tension-sex might start all over again. He won't complain, not at his heart. ]

Mmm... [ That pleased sigh travels through his nose, whatever sound isn't poured into the well of his mouth as their tongues slide together, warm and suggestive. His fingers gently slide over his scalp with a tenderness that betrays how delicately his own hair must be treated for the exact reason meaning Nyx really stepped in it. ]

Ow! [ At the pull that is really nothing to a normal person, Aoba immediately breaks from the kiss with his mouth still open, wincing as he follows where that pull goes, trying to mitigate the pain by yielding with as little resistance as he can. Still, the squeezing is enough to make his eyes prick with tears, and he squints back at him with a pained, hissing intake of air through his lips. ]

Leggo, let go -- That's... [ Aoba puts a hand on Nyx's, trying to get him to release his hair, but soothing the gesture by holding his hand in his and just... starts to lead him toward one of two doors -- one leads to the single bathroom, the other to his small bedroom. This is a single apartment, after all. ]

Sorry. I have sensitive hair. [ Abnormally sensitive, if anyone's being honest. ]

[ Things that can normally really ruin a mood: your partner making pained noises. And Nyx really does have no idea what is causing it until Aoba demands he let go. Even before the hand lands on his he's immediately letting go of that blue hair, chagrined.

Slightly mollified by Aoba holding his hand and starting to lead him towards the bedroom, he still manages to raise both his eyebrows. ]

Sensitive hair, got it. And I'm the one who should apologize, so, I'm sorry.

[ Definitely abnormally sensitive, but he figures it'll be best to leave off it for now. He's mindful, but he doesn't trust himself not to forget in the heat of the moment, if he allows himself to touch gently.

Instead, even though Aoba's leading him into the bedroom, he sticks close enough that he can slip his other hand up under his shirt, fingers tracing along the small of his back. ]

Don't be.

[ Aoba's so used to having his hair accidentally pulled or otherwise rough-handed that he halfway anticipates it. It's when someone gently, tenderly touches it that catches him off-guard. In other words, Nyx has done nothing wrong. Nothing that warrants anything more than a gentle notice, then it's back to where they left off.

As for the room itself -- it's clean, the full sized bed felt like a luxury compared to his room back home, and more reasonable than either Trip or Virus' huge bed dressed in vacuous black silk. There's a desk, a chair and lamp. A jacket hung behind the door and a few shopping bags from some local design labels. ]

You haven't killed the mood or any-- nn! [ The slide up beneath his shirt runs up his vulnerable skin, unguarded while he leads him into a bedroom. The touch interrupts his stride, having caught him off guard enough to startle a hum of pleasure through his nose. He turns to face Nyx, his hands already on either side and hiking up the edge of his flimsy top, sweeping it off over his head in one eager go. As he thought, he wasn't going to be wearing his clothes for very long after all, a thought that would have shamed him before but thanks to that dark blue gem nestled at the nape of his neck, he acts as if his carefully constructed inhibitions weren't really there. Not with those searching fingers finding their way to the front of Nyx's belt and trying to pry open the buckle. ]

Am I going too fast?

[ Aoba turning to pull his shirt off goes a long way towards getting rid of his worry he killed the mood. His lips quirk up in a smile when Aoba asks if he's going too fast. He uses the hand still at the small of his back to push Aoba towards him, bumping chest to chest. ]

Not fast enough, I'd say.

[ It's easy to bring his hands up to match Aoba's, tugging on the hem of his pants and working at the fastenings until he can loosen them. He ducks his head down to kiss Aoba again, quicker to press his tongue into Aoba's mouth, teasing.

He pulls back again to chuckle. ]

Though I intend to take my time once you're naked.

[ Aoba hopes, given the video Nyx has shown, that he would take his time. That he would be so fortunate as to feel the slippery thread of his saliva that he pushes inside of him with a hot, velvety tongue, that he'll open him up for their mutual pleasure.

Aoba catches his face with both hands and murmurs insistently, heatedly: ]

Ever since you sent me that video, I've wanted nothing more than to sit on your face.

[ Aoba helps him out of his pants, after he pushes down his own -- underwear and everything else too, leaving only him and what he was born in bare to his eyes only. As they fall to pool around his ankles, Aoba steps out of them and drops his hands to Nyx' belt, trying to help him out of his own. He eagerly accepts that hot, soft tongue, swirling around it with his own before he pulls back to murmur against them. ]

You're so sexy, you're always sexy...

[ His grin only grows wider when Aoba admits what he wants from Nyx. He's glad he's willing to speak up about it, plus it helps that that's what Nyx wants too.

He only stops helping Aoba to pull off his own shirt, exposing the broad expanse of his chest - tanned skin and curly dark hair, thickening and narrowing as it goes further down. Aoba naked is certainly a sight, though, and he drinks him in, reaching out to give another squeeze to his bare ass before Aoba's hands are on his belt. ]

Gotta look good if I'm gonna offer to eat people out.

[ He's teasing Aoba just a little, nipping at his bottom lip as he gets his pants off and steps out of them, pushing his underwear down as well. It's clear Nyx does take care of himself, though, and he's clearly interested in the proceedings, his cock already thickening between his legs.

He can't help but to reach up to Aoba's hair again - this time he's gentle, just teasing his fingers against the strands as he tilts his head to murmur against one of his ears. ]

Wanna taste you first. Get on the bed. [ 'Ass up' goes unstated. ]

[ Aoba can scream into his pillow later about having admitted as much, but it's just the two of them in this room so the only reason he has to feel embarrassed is that Nyx can remind him of what he said in the heat of the moment anytime he wants. But it's also really difficult to focus on that when Aoba's encountering something he doesn't always see everyday.

Chest hair. ]

Oh, wow. [ Openly staring at his chest, Aoba's hands slide through the dark, coarse hair. It feels soft and rough at the same time, but it's one of the more masculine traits -- like facial hair -- that he kind of finds irresistible. In stark contrast, Aoba's body is thinner, his skin smooth and pale, the kind of build that despite an uptick of physical activity and training only seems to make his slender build more compact and tight, but never really getting any bigger. As for hair, there's the neon blue on his head and the tuft of darker blue just around the base of a very interested dick, standing at attention. He almost doesn't notice the feather soft touch on his hair until he's been doing it for a while, and only when it's the warm breath that shivers across the strands that he does. ]

Hands and knees, yeah. [ His hands slide down his chest, through his hair and then give a light, ghosting slide of his fingers around Nyx's cock, a gentle stroke from root to tip. Taking a lighter cue from Nyx, he turns his face and pecks him on the cheek before sliding past and crawling onto his bed.

Hands and knees, but he crawls lower as he peers at him from over his shoulder to check if he's got the position right, resting his weight on his elbows as his forearms flatten against the blanket. His face heats up immediately, not just because of the position, but anticipation, but when he catches himself giving Nyx a vulnerable look in this lewd position he has to turn and stifle a laugh into the cradle his forearms make on the bed. ]

This is such an embarrassing position, haha! [ Ass up in the air will never not be ridiculous for him. ]

[ It's a first to have someone surprised by the body hair - not that he hasn't had people appreciate it, of course. But Aoba's fascination and his fingers against his chest make him let out a low noise of pleasure. One that turns into a soft groan when Aoba strokes over his cock.

The kiss to his cheek is cute, though, and Nyx lets himself give a little swat to Aoba's ass as he heads to the bed. He watches Aoba get up on hands and knees, glancing back. The burst of laughter though, has him giving his own chuckle. ]

I'm pretty sure no one feels sexy when they first get into this position.

[ Nyx's tone is teasing and assuring, and he steps closer, resting one knee on the edge of the bed and leaning over Aoba's back. His hands slide down to his thighs, fingers teasing the soft skin on the inside as he speaks, trailing them up to the globes of Aoba's ass. ]

I just need to make you forget where you are, though.

[ With that comment, he uses his hands to spread Aoba open, pressing a kiss to the small of his back and continuing his way down, just to up the ante. Until he can press his mouth against Aoba's hole, tongue coming out to lap against his entrance but not dipping in yet. ]

No one ev--nnnh...!

[ Three guesses when that groaning whine comes out. Aoba rises up past his hips, not quite on contact but certainly at the first hot lave of his tongue, warm and wet against those bundles of sensitized nerve-endings at the puckered rim of his asshole. He lowers himself a moment after, as if an afterthought, sinking into his moan as he relishes the sensation of Nyx's tongue on his skin. ]

Oh... your tongue is so hot...!

[ With the tepid temperatures kissing his bare skin, Nyx's mouth feels blazing hot by comparison. A welcome shift in temperature, as well as sensation. Against the bed, Aoba rolls his forehead against the blanket and gasps into the space between his thighs and his chest, watching Nyx settle in behind him. ]

There's no way I'm forgetting where your mouth is... mmh!

[ Nyx chuckles to himself when Aoba says he's not going to forget where his tongue is. Well, Nyx said nothing about that; he'd be doing a poor job of this if Aoba forgot what he was doing.

Instead, even with Aoba moving, he keeps him spread open, flicking his tongue against the rim of his asshole and then tracing the tip of it around his hole, making sure to keep teasing pressure where he's sensitive. Only after he's done that a bit does he move to push his tongue in, pressing in closer so that the stubble on his chin teases a bit at the sensitive skin of Aoba's perineum.

He makes sure to pull back and push his tongue in again, not worried about being sloppy - more spit never hurt anyone in this situation. ]

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