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[arcanegrasp]

Elias is often out and about, but he's always glad to hear out anyone who needs to speak with him. Visit him in his home within the lighthouse, catch him out in the bustling city streets, or leave him a letter! He'll get back to you as soon as he can.

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[arcanegrasp]

Oh. So he was using the voice. No wonder it got him so good, he thought he was just imagining it.

The lick sends a shiver down Elias' spine, and he lets out a heated sigh, combing his fingers through Neil's hair more actively now, gentle and encouraging. He won't rush him along--- after all, they both know how Elias enjoys the reins being taken--- but he makes his enjoyment abundantly clear.

[itsjustabaddream]

And take the reins Neil surely does. He takes his time on Elias, leaning down a bit more to run his tongue all the way up the underside of the length before parting his lips a bit further and bringing Elias into his mouth. He starts with just the head, rolling his tongue slowly over it, every curve memorized still.

[arcanegrasp]

It's a blissful sort of agonizing, the slow pace. His thick brows knit together, and his hand reluctantly leaves Neil's hair, lifting to try to rub some of the heat that rose to his face away. It doesn't work, and the careful precision undoes him faster than would have allowed to him to keep any semblance of pride. It's within little more than a minute that Elias finds himself fully hard beneath his ex-lover's touch.

[itsjustabaddream]

Desired effect achieved, Neil at last begins to bob his head at an easy pace. He's no longer torturing poor Elias with slowness, but he's hardly rushing, keeping his pace lazy. As with the rest of this encounter, Neil easily recalls everything about Elias. What he likes, what tricks will draw out more moaning and writhing from the man. It's as if he never left.

[arcanegrasp]

Each nail is hit right on the head, and Elias' composure crumbles under it. A moan that he fought to bite back rumbles in his throat, but he isn't able to keep the next that threatens him so well-contained. This well-kept memory of each little thing that gets to him makes that thrill rise once more in his chest, and it does nothing at all for him to not melt under Neil's work.

He whimpers, a ragged breath escaping him with a quiet, desperate murmur. "Neil..."

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil lets off of him with a small gasp. "Tell me you want me, Eli."

[arcanegrasp]

"I want you," Elias is quick to obey, hushed and aching with need. "Please."

[itsjustabaddream]

"What do you want from me? Say it."

[arcanegrasp]

Elias flusters, swallowing thickly, at a loss for words and barely managing more than a stammer. "A-anything."

[itsjustabaddream]

"No," Neil says, a slight edge of irritation to his tone, "you know what you want."

[arcanegrasp]

"I--- want you to fuck me," Elias manages with some concerted effort.

[itsjustabaddream]

"There we go." Neil rewards the admission with a few more strokes. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Do you have what I need to make that happen for you, Eli?"

[arcanegrasp]

"I should have... something?" Elias glances around his desk, struggling to focus with those talented hands at work. "I, hah, I don't--- exactly keep things around for that, I'll admit, but..."

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil chuckles. "I may have brought a few things of my own." He gives Elias one more go with his mouth, sliding allllll the way down to the point of straining not to gag, then slowly back up where he releases once more with a soft wet pop. "You always did look nice draped over a desk. Roll over for me. I'll get you ready."

[arcanegrasp]

That gets something embarrassing out of him, a higher moan that speaks volumes of surprise and wanting, and he fights to steady his breath. He gives a short, stiff nod, though, hurrying to rise to his feet. Goddesses, Neil brought things. He was serious about this from the jump, wasn't he?

It takes only a short few moments for him to shed his shoes and pants, allowing Neil all the time he needs to get what he's after. Once he's stripped himself the rest of the way down, though, with a simultaneous hurry and hesitance, he presses his stomach to his desk. It's a good thing this was his favored writing desk; it's wide enough to accommodate his torso with minimal effort in attempting to avoid hitting his head or having to change angles. Those papers of his scatter further, and some are intentionally nudged to the floor. That is a later Elias problem.

"Is this alright?"

[itsjustabaddream]

"That's perfect," Neil praises, having fished a bottle of sweet smelling oil from his pocket before discarding his own pants. He lets out a chuckle at the discarded papers, the naturally smoky quality of his voice making the sound hoarse and rumbling. He runs a hand up Elias' back. "Ready?"

[arcanegrasp]

God, that chuckle, that hand on his back. Any work Elias had done on curbing that yearning is gone. He's fortunate that Neil can't see his face, it's a small mercy.

"Ready as you are."

[itsjustabaddream]

"Ready and eager, then," Neil teases, sliding an oiled finger into Elias ever so slowly.

[arcanegrasp]

"Oh shit," Elias breathes, pressing his forehead into the desk. His hand finds part of the shelf that connects to the desk, gripping it gently. With as busy as he's been, any self-maintenance has been brief, just quick enough to sate the need - it's clear he hasn't been touched this way in quite some time, and he does all he can to steady himself.

[itsjustabaddream]

Neil is slow and he is patient. There's no rush, after all. He wants to make this last. Slowly, slowly, agonizingly slow. Can't let Elias off the hook too easy, and while a terrible tease, Neil has no desire to cause Elias any pain. So he takes his time. One finger, then two, then a third for good measure. All the while avoiding making the precise angle too accurate. That will come later.

[arcanegrasp]

Though marginally less patient, Elias is willing to wait; he's as aware as Neil is that he needs some extra work before he'll be ready. He holds onto his simple anchors and melts into the desk, only just managing to fight the urge to touch himself while he's worked so skillfully. All things in due time - even if the waiting is leaving him more and more eager by the minute.

[itsjustabaddream]

"Your patience is admirable, my dear," Neil teases softly. "I think you're about ready, don't you?"

[arcanegrasp]

"It is--- hah, easier said than done. A-absolutely maddening stuff, that," Elias laughs breathlessly. "I'm inclined to agree, if you're ready...?"

[itsjustabaddream]

"I am." Neil rubs a hand up Elias' back again, his other hand guiding his dick up to the entrance he'd so carefully coaxed open for himself. "But I'd like to offer you a choice."

[arcanegrasp]

"Oh?" Elias glances back, but his curious look goes unsatisfied. He can't see Neil all too well from this angle, but he'll manage. "What is it?"