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GRATIA // PSL

The first thing he feels is the cold.

It permeates everything down here on the lower levels. What little warmth humans have made for themselves is greedily gobbled up by the stone walls that surround them on all sides. Despite the stirring of people in the streets, in their homes, and around corners, this place feels like a grave. A similar sense seems to loom over the heads of most who make their way through this deep, dark part of the world, hovering around them like a cloud of inevitability. No one has been outright sentenced to death, but they may as well be.

Upon waking, Tek will have found himself in a dark, wet alleyway. Attempts to orient himself reveal that he has been brought, somehow, to an impressively large network of tunnels that all lead, more or less, to three or four larger chambers. There is far more vibrant life above him somewhere, far, far above the layer of caves he's in now, and there is also a very deep, sluggish form of life somewhere far below his feet.

No one is coming to get him. No one follows him in his immediate vicinity--the few stragglers hanging around doorsteps and windows don't give him a second glance, or even a first one. The place is crowded, but not busy. Everyone keeps their heads down. The people are all dressed poorly, in rags and robes and bundles that suggest a certain level of consistent poverty all throughout the level. The buildings in these tunnels look man-made, either built from scrap or carved straight out of the rock of the cave, but the majority of the actual roads and cave walls seem to have been formed with very little help from human hands.

The place is lit with lanterns and dirty-looking florescents suspended high above in the cave ceiling. The air is thick and stuffy, the smell of mold and mud prevalent over even the smell of human stagnation. It would not be hard to drag someone off, and he gets the immediate feeling that if he did, it's unlikely that anyone would come looking for them.

What does he do?

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Mm...

[he weighs this one for a moment, giving it consideration, fingers still idly playing at Tek's side. eventually, with his mind occupied, the rest of him is driven by impulse, and his impulse is to slither in closer; he moves so that he can feel more of the other against his body, encouraging him to to the same with a gentle nudge against the small of his back.

their faces are so close that they practically touch, and he finds it much easier to look down at his friend's neck and collar, framed elegantly in one of his shirts.

he sounds pleased, despite his small concern:]

It would, though I might find it a little hard to believe.

[Tek likes this proximity. he's got a good voice for it--low and clear and soft around the edges--so, conversing is sill comfortable even with how close he is to the other's face.

when he shifts closer, running a hand down the shapes of Tonic's side until it rests indulgently on the remains of his thigh, he makes sure to do so before he answers. he wants his meaning to land without weight and pressure that he doesn't mean to imply. he's trying to remain as nice as possible while still being honest.]

Well, you'll probably be able to believe that I am known to be possessive of things that I like. And it stands to reason that I would take great exception to anything happening to those things... so, does it make sense that I would want to keep them safe?

[the combination of everything, his voice, his hand, this tone, his reassurance... what few reservations Tonic may have still had are banished somewhere else, to another place and time when there won't be someone unbelievably attractive in front of him, with a hand on his thigh, all but promising him pleasure and safety and a very, very good time.

whatever answer he could have prepared is bowled over by a soft groan--maybe in agreement, but mostly a mindless expression of want as he ducks his head and shifts again, encouraging Tek to keep touching him but mostly wanting to feel friction below the waist.

he's done talking now. he's good.]

[so, he'll take that as a yes.

and the fact that it is a yes, affirming that he has successfully talked his way past the guard of such a careful, self-serving person, is a pleasant rush of ego. he's quite proud of himself when Tonic doesn't answer with words. he has proven himself to be arrogant and dangerous and covetous, but he's pulled in anyway. it's everything he could want.

he responds in kind, slinking closer to press his body against the other man's, the hand on his thigh hugging him closer--but he can only get so far when he follows his automatic impulse to go for the throat. he hums low, leers in along his jawline as he gets close... but hovers right where there are big, thorny, fabulous earrings blocking his way to Tonic's neck.]

[they are a bit like barbed wire around his neck--something that Tonic forgets until one of them is crushed between his face and a pillow and causes a very uncomfortable sensation. he laughs in surprise, just as Tek is blocked from what is otherwise a very welcome advance.]

Oh, sorry babe...

[the good half of his face looks a little apologetic (but mostly amused) as he picks his head up, working quickly to pull apart his earrings and free up the space for much more comfortable things. like Tek's mouth.]

[Tek laughs too, and grins in that way that says that he finds it pretty hilarious that after all of Tonic's thorough disassembling and prepwork, he forgets something as basic as this. it also maybe says that he's scheming something up.

it's nothing mean, though. it's only the mildest of punishments.

while Tonic is steadying himself to navigate his unwieldy earrings, Tek helpfully divides his attention. he doesn't retreat in order give him a ton of room to work, still sort of looming near his face. and while he does, the hand on Tonic's thigh lifts away... to go sliding tight between the two of them instead.]

[he has a feeling that something is about to happen, when Tek continues looming near his face instead of taking a moment to pause. however, his foolish guess was that Tek was waiting for the first opening shot at his neck. he is very surprised when a hand slides towards his dick instead.

with a startled laugh, he pulls out his first earring and tries not to sound too happy about the sudden development; he makes a genuine effort to take his second pair out quickly.]

Sorry, am I not going fast enough for you?

[he sticks out his tongue at Tek, piercing and all--though his own impatient squirming betrays the idea that this could ever be a legitimate complaint.]

[ah, and Tonic finally makes the mistake of teasing Tek with that face while he's close enough to actually do something about it. the low laugh in his throat is nearly a purr, and he doesn't give much more warning than that before he leans into the other man's mouth with a hungry kiss.

meanwhile, his hips begin to move with his hand against Tonic, doubling-down on the distraction. he has firmly decided that he is going to make this as hard as possible on him.]

[if nothing else, his sounds are priceless--at first a small yelp of surprise, which turns into helpless, stifled laughter against this hungry kiss, which can't help but melt into more hungry groaning against the other's firm advances.

he does try, honestly, to get that other earring off, but after a moment of confused fumbling he realizes one of his hands has just forgotten what they were doing and is winding itself into gratefully into Tek's hair. so maybe he'll have to take out the other one later. or maybe it'll just fall out somewhere, fuck if he knows--but if they're going to play this game, he's going to drag his fingernails over the other's scalp and neck for the trouble.]

[the retaliation is very effective. the drag of nails doesn't slow down the motion of his hand, but a low groan does croon out of him, betraying exactly how much he likes it. his touch can't help but turn a little more indulgent and lingering over it.

and when nails actually pull down across his neck, he falls away from the kiss as he leans into them. the sound it draws out of him is a low, terribly grateful rumble in open air, but he's quick to burrow again into the other man's neck--the side without the earring hanging in the way.

if Tonic keeps doting on his scalp and neck like that, he'll have a moment of peace while Tek just breathes and hums against the side of his throat, expressing just how happy he is with the constant, slow roll of his hands and hips.]

[Tek actually is very lucky in his choice of playmate. a lot of other people could have picked out that rumble and recognized it as a sound that humans should not make, but Tonic has been around plenty of performers, weirdos, and modders, and he thinks that an unusual noise isn't the strangest thing that could come from someone so obviously unique as Tek. it's so easy to write off, it barely even registers to Tonic that it happened.

besides, he's preoccupied with this moment of leverage he seems to have found. if Tek likes the feelings of nails on his neck, he's going to keep getting it, as Tonic has absolutely no qualms about the blissful, steady feeling of weight and friction moving against him.

in fact, a sigh escapes him as Tek breathes against his neck... though it isn't quite enough to keep him from feeling that other earring digging into his cheek. it will be a clumsy attempt with his off-hand, but he'll try all the same to pull the distracting thing out of his ear and out of the way.]

[whether because Tek notices Tonic's preoccupation with his earring and wants to bother him some more, or just because the nails against his neck are lighting him up, the breath against Tonic's neck soon turns to mouthing. maybe he just happens to tilt his head back while fumbling with an earring, and Tek can't help but pursue.

either way, the dragon's sharp teeth only scrape over skin once before he remembers the particulars of who he's with, and he follows with his tongue to make up for it. Tonic might even have a little more room to move as Tek begins to work his way slowly down his neck, heading toward his delicate, exposed collarbones.]

[ah, well. the distraction does make it a little more difficult again.

much like last time, he answers being bitten with the smallest sound of discomfort, a light warning to his partner--but his tune changes once he remembers what he can do with that tongue of his. it more than makes up for it.

it just makes his distracting earring all the more frustrating; by the time he finally gets it off, he tosses it away like he's fine with never seeing the damn thing again. it clatters harmlessly off somewhere else in the tent, with the return of Tonic's full attention bringing another round of fingers and nails running gratefully over the other's neck.]

[whether Tonic notices or not, Tek grins to himself when he hears the earring hit the floor somewhere. it's a sign of a job well done.

otherwise, his journey down the side of Tonic's neck goes uninterrupted, drawing down to the ridge of his collarbone--which Tek has a very hard time resisting the urge to bite into the edges of. Tonic may even feel the warning hesitation of it. just a moment or two of hovering breath before continuing.

meanwhile, the rest of him rearranges a little. his hand finally slides away from where it had been busying against him, but it doesn't go too terribly far. his fingers draw down and off to the side, hugging around the back of the other man's thigh again and keeping him close. he doesn't want to interrupt all that closeness and pressure that he'd been lavishing him with, so he moves his body close to take up the space.

with Tek's hand on his thigh like that, it's easy to hold him tight against himself as he moves, but more than that... he can start curling his fingers, walking the fabric of Tonic's skirt up higher and higher on his leg.]

[now that he can finally absorb everything that is happening to him, he finds the space to marvel at how wonderfully this is turning out. how often do you meet a handsome stranger at a party, make out with him, and part ways... only for him to seek you out a week later, share secrets, lavish you with attention, and bang you in your back room? and he's doing such a good job of it, too.

before he can even start to miss the feeling of Tek's hand, the rest of his body begins to prove just as good, and he doesn't know what he wants to do. should he make him take his shirt off? or keep his shirt on? play with his hair more, or play with something else? push him over, or pull him closer?

but then that hand starts sliding up his dress, and there's nothing in the world he would do to risk interrupting it from going further. that's what he wants, so much so that he moves his own hand, following the gentle curve of the other's arm all the way down to slide over the other's fingers encouragingly.]

[ah, the encouragement does a lot. there's another deep, pleased rumble, and he takes his time--not drawing things out to be a tease, but to be even more indulgent about things. rewarding him for the feedback.

if Tonic is happy that someone is sneaking under his skirt, he'll gladly treat him to it (he totally understands the feeling, after all). once he finally shifts the fabric high enough, he can slip under to find skin, running his hand over his leg, gripping fingers into the back of his thigh, feeling over the angles of hip bone. the pace of his mouth against Tonic's neck matches the slow, greedy exploration.

and if his partner seems like he's having just as much fun as he himself is, then he'll start hooking fingers under the waistband of whatever he's wearing under his skirt, tugging a little, signaling that he would love to get these things off of him.]

[for whatever it's worth, Tonic's leg is a bizarrely unique experience. Tek can run his fingers over a form that has been burned, sliced-into, mangled, and intermittently stitched back up. patches of skin, especially along his hip, have been warped by the same abrasive chemicals that have eaten half of his face. long, thin scars run like seams up the curve of his thigh, while other scars dip in deep and jagged where someone had, years ago, shredded the flesh to integrate heavy, poisonous metals into his nerves. strangest yet are the perfectly-round divots where his body had healed in the shape of whatever had been plugged in, but it never quite filled back in. it's a curious mix of tough skin and soft spots that make Tonic shiver and squirm when he touches them--partly from surprise when his nerves go from dulled to sharp in an instant, but largely from the sick joy that comes from being touched like this, by someone he likes, who very much seems to like him back.

his hands have been busy, but more and more aimless as the indulgences have drawn on... both of them wandering over Tek's neck, his shoulders, his back, grabbing at his arms when he feels something he likes, tugging at his shirt when he wants more. between this and the tongue at his neck, what were originally deep, thankful breaths are becoming shallower.

by the time Tek's fingers are picking at his waistband, he's more than happy to oblige, shoving both of his hands under his skirt to anxiously wriggle out of his underthings, discarding them off to the side without the slightest thought. his arousal is now very obvious... though he's anything but self-conscious about it, snaking his hands under the hem of Tek's shirt to wander selfishly over his hips the moment he can.

[it's while Tonic ducks in to rid himself of those undergarments that Tek shifts over--at first to make a little bit of room for Tonic to get both of his hands between the two of them, but mostly so that he can go from settled on his side to much more of looming over his companion.

he can move around better like this. Tonic can more easily run his eyes and hands all over him, if he wants to. and after leaning in for a brief stop to enjoy a few lingering, hungry kisses, he finally gets to move to the other side of the man's neck.

and while he takes his time to test and play over a whole new, unfamiliar plane of scars and altered nerves there, the rest of him settles in close to pick up where he'd left off--but now with much less there to get in the way. he only leaves enough room between them for a hand to go slipping up under his skirt again, sliding over uninterrupted skin, all the way up until he can really feel him.

it's a little teasing at first, skating over with fingertips, then a palm, before his touch gets much more intent.]

[if Tonic liked being next to Tek, he loves being underneath him. he lounges back into it with a roll of his hips and a hungry sound, taking the chance to drink in the sight of his gorgeous partner while he has him looming there, eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips, and to his pale neck and collar framed perfectly in that dark shirt he's wearing.

and then Tek is on him again, and he finds himself exposing as much neck as he can, to invite whatever it is the other man has in store for the less-sensitive side of his neck. any numbness he feels there is made up for by the hand on him, though. that gets another groan out of him, even if he quickly tries to stifle the enthusiastic sound.

now he can't help but want to return the favor, sneaking those wandering fingers of his over the other man's skin and under the waistband of his clothes, hoping that another hand between them won't be unappreciated.]

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[another hand is not unappreciated at all. just the feeling of Tonic beginning to sneak fingers between skin and his clothes is enough. another purr and some teeth press against the scars of Tonic's neck before he can catch either one, before the other man even gets anywhere traditionally considered fun.

...the fact that Tonic is going to find something he probably doesn't expect there just might be part of the thrill as well.]

[his breath hitches at those sharp little teeth, but it isn't enough to stop him. if anything, it only encourages him more, while he moves against the other in kind.

but even through the haze of the moment, Tek can feel him shift in surprise, suddenly distracted. because he had been expecting a tightly-packaged... well, package. and what he finds is at first nothing, which is confusing, and then it is very definitely something that hadn't even occurred to him as an option.]

...Oh.

[it's not a bad 'oh'. just a surprised 'oh'. ]

[Tek's mouth leaves Tonic's neck, but it's only so he can chuckle low at the other's reaction. the rest of him keeps going at a slightly slower pace, but it's not out of awkwardness or hesitation. the fact that his partner is startled is apparently far from a turn-off.

he wants to keep things going but doesn't want to leave the other behind, so he'll grin to himself and ease back to teasing while he waits.]

...Surprise.

Surprise?

[they've gone through all this, and all Tek has to say is "surprised"? he starts laughing, both affronted and charmed, taking back his good hand to press his palm into his own forehead like he's getting a headache.]

Honey, I had no idea...

[but he is taking this in very good humor, compared to most. and he never really stops what they're doing. he's still shifting languidly around underneath Tek when he lets his good arm loll off to the side, where he unobtrusively begins to pop off every one of his fake nails on that hand.]

[he is taking it in good humor, which Tek really is quite grateful for. normally, he wouldn't care how the encounter goes, as long as he could get a laugh out of it... but he would actually prefer things to go well in this case.]

Good. I'd have to wonder if you had.

[he wouldn't want to be caught with some kind of creep after all. the thought makes him chuckle again--which turns into patient, appreciative kisses tucked under the corner of his partner's jaw while he waits.]

[he smiles to himself at the comment. he usually has a good sense for these things, actually... but he supposes he can't be right all of the time. while it's interesting, it's hardly the strangest thing to have happened to him in bed. it's not even the strangest thing that's happened today.

he gets his nails off as quickly as he reasonably can, appreciative for the moment of quiet kisses. patience is a rare virtue in his partners. he's excited to repay the kindness, returning his much-less-lethal hand to Tek's hip, and then under his waistband, and then sliding his fingers between the other's legs to give his earlier attempt another try. ]

GRATIA // PSL

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