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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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[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. ]

[Tek is as least very capable of being patient in the lulls between action--and then it's all eagerness and acceleration once momentum begins to build. he hums (it's a purr, let's be honest) when Tonic's touch finally returns, and then he's all about rewarding him for his consideration and generosity.

now they can really have fun.

his free hand curls adoringly around the back of Tonic's neck, where he can grab and lightly claw as the antsy energy builds. at first, he takes a minute to just self-indulgently move his hips against his partner's touch, finding an appealing pace and sinking into the moment... and then he expresses his full appreciation for this new friend he has found.

he'd been lavishing him with touch and pressure and attention this whole time, but now he wraps his fingers gratefully around him--gathering up a little of the soft fabric of his dress in the process, just to add even more contact to the mix.]

[with everything now running smoothly, he's quick to fall back into his own indulgent rhythm. he is savoring the touch between them, his motions and excitement slowly building as the hand around his arousal steadily becomes the only thing he can think about.

and the more he thinks about it, the less he can catch himself--as sounds, small moans and helpless breaths, leave his lips without him even realizing it. he tries to stay so quiet at times like this, but he is starting to forget that anyone on the outside could even hear them.

it must be very satisfying to hear his self-restraint crumble, when he can suddenly feel the soft fabric of his dress mixed in with warm touches and a building pressure--he gasps and groans against it, his free arm now wrapping around the other in a thoughtless plea to have him closer.

the word "yes" hisses out of him, and as much as he'd wanted to pleasure his partner, he's having trouble remembering his hand enough to keep it steady.]

[Tonic doesn't have to worry at all about his partner finding plenty of satisfaction and obscene pleasure in what's going on--his hand might be slowing down and getting distracted, but Tek is perfectly capable and willing to move on his own. all Tonic needs to do, really, is hold still.

and what is just as good as a physical touch, is the the obvious signs of ecstasy coming from the man pinned beneath him. the fact that he had guessed so well, he has his exciting new friend so happy and helpless here, keeps a deep thrill running through him.

he had been going after the man's neck, or his mouth, or his shoulder for all he remembers, but now he's breathing and wrestling with his own sounds in open air. his face is pressed in near the other man's, but he's in his own little world of touch and heat and reveling in all the little noises that the two of them are failing to catch.

someone could barge their way into the room right now and he wouldn't slow his relentless, lavishing focus on the other man's body.]

[the sounds of them together is nearly enough to bring Tonic over the edge, and for as much as he would want this to go on forever... he can't last much longer against everything that's happening to him.

all at once his sounds escalate and he reaches his peak, burned fingers digging hard into the other's shoulder. his whole body goes tense with it, thrusting against that grip a few more times before he finishes completely.

he falls back, after all of that, breathing hard--but still coasting on the feeling, half-grinding in complete bliss and making appreciative, shameless sounds into his partner's cheek.]

[while Tek's touch lingers there for those last afterglow seconds--nerves coming down from the rush and everything still feeling amazing--his own appreciative sounds unravel out into a little bit of breathless, heady chuckling. he can't help it. just reveling in those moments while he winds down.

then, before he wears out his welcome, he does finally reclaim his hand and leave his friend to his tangled, messy fate. he wilts to the side, freeing his partner's hand in the process, and settles beside him with the most satisfied sigh in the world.

whatever state his own body had been in by the time everything ended, he has gotten what he came here for. he's good.]

[the other's chuckling is contagious; his own sounds end up winding down into loose, giggling laughter as he settles. he can feel the rest of the world threatening to catch up with him, but he fights it for just a moment longer, rolling over to drape his arm over his partner's side.]

You're good...

[he closes his eyes with a satisfied smile, snuggling up close. he keeps his voice low, just between the both of them.]

Do you want... anything?

[because he's still got hands--maybe not much else, at this point, but he's more than happy to be a warm body to move against if it would make his friend happy.]

Nothing at all.

[and he means it. this encounter hadn't been for the sake of physical gratification in the first place--not his own, anyway. he'd had other, subtler goals, and those are all checked off the list now. he's satisfied. besides... he doesn't hate the hum that lingers in his nerves. he knows who to track down if he wants to work the rest out of his system, but for now, it just makes him feel more affectionate and pleasantly covetous.

gazing at his partner's beautiful wreck of a face, he reaches up to draw perfect, shiny nails lightly down the side of his neck (which may be a bit of projecting on his part).]

This has been the best shopping trip I've had in a while.

[instinctively, his eyes open when he feels nails at his neck, but only long enough for him to glance up, chuckle, and decide that he would rather just close his eyes again.]

Happy to provide, darling.

[he starts to move... but suddenly becomes aware of the mess he's made of his poor dress. he looks down at it, as if it is solely to blame for bothering him, and starts halfheartedly trying to wad it out of the way. maybe he can just fold it over himself. something.]

I, ah... [he sounds a little awkward, but not as much as you'd expect someone in his position to be. this seems to be more of an inconvenience to him, than anything.] Sure was into that last part, wasn't I?

[Tek laughs again, just as amused but not quite as lightheaded as before. he's beginning to settle into his body again--sinking into a state of loose-boned and lazy.]

Were you? I hadn't really noticed.

[but it's all in good fun. he's too content to tease him much more than that. he also doesn't look like he's planning on hopping up and leaving any time soon. with the way he's lounging, he looks like moving his limbs at all would be nothing but a chore.]

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