[ He hums appreciatively at the touch of Matt’s hand, which has the nice double benefit of being affirming and pleasurable considering just where his mouth is. The eagerness is also nice, because with no offense to Daybit, the guy wasn’t exactly reactive. He’d even half-jokingly complained to his master once before to at least say something when he was sucking him off.
…But not this kind of something either.
The teasing hits its mark perfectly, because the way that Tezcatlipoca’s expression had started to relax is all but gone as he sharpens again. He does look up Matt’s way, but the sharp blue is definitely on Matt’s eyes this time instead of the gun. ]
Hwwh?
[ He “says”, mouth still on Matt’s dick, like an idiot… He does consider pulling back completely to say more, but no. There’s not much he can say that won’t embarrass him further, and he knows it. Explaining that a human body had a higher libido than his purely divine one is just something that sounds stupid even in his head. So, no need for justification. Now is the time for revenge (petty), clearly.
So, with his eyes now on Matt’s, he hollows his cheeks as he sucks sharply rather than the smoother buildup he’d started with his tongue. It might even be a little too sharp in its suddenness, but. That’s the kind of fickle he is.
"This what you wanted, fucker?" It’s a sentiment that’s easy to see in his sharp gaze. But despite that, there’s still a little rosiness in his cheeks. ]
[ That's immediate, the sharp suck getting Matt's head falling back. His exclamation, were it plotted out, would land at the perfect center of a Venn diagram depicting arousal, discomfort, and laughter. Revenge, petty, achieved. Matt's gaze snaps back to Tezca's, expression molten and fond under the strain. ]
Oh, [ protesting, as his fingers stroke Tezcatlipoca's hair. It's a gentle touch, a coaxing one. ] Show some mercy ...
[ What Matt really wants to say is something closer to it's okay to be turned on. Except that's a wild thing to assert while everyone's naked and aroused, and particularly when he's the one who needled to begin with. He couldn't help it. Tezcatlipoca's bashfulness was too cute to pass up. It still is, honestly--that hint of pink in his cheeks. Matt sighs heavily.
Ultimately, he doesn't actually know what prompted the flush. The look away. So Matt focuses on what he can be sure of: Tezca's mouth still on him. His gaze, piercing but familiar, the familiarity prompting a hopeless feeling of fondness. Matt strokes Tezca's hair, petting over the shell of his ear. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca is a god made of contradictions, and though this is probably an unexpected way to encounter them, it seems like they can show up at any time. Though to be fair, this isn’t the fun kind, at least for him. It’s a show of how gods themselves were odd beings, since the way they experienced life was simply different. Getting hot and bothered, tenderness, those were all perfectly normal parts of human life. But for him…?
…It’s why it feels (annoyingly!) embarrassing. There’s also part of being a god that’s essentially just trying to be cool in front of your subjects, so. He’s weak to being teased.
But that soft, soothing touch does its work of relaxing Tezcatlipoca again (and prevents him from sucking the soul out of Matt’s body) (not literally). His attention gets gentler as he hums out another pleasantly reverberating note of approval. His hand starts to work again, slow in his pace at stroking the base of Matt’s cock, while his mouth works the top. He swirls his tongue around the head slowly, since he figures that’ll feel better after the sharp suck, but at least this time he doesn’t avert his eyes.
Granted, it’s still an intense look, since Tezcatlipoca might not be capable of anything but that, but it’s not so fiery. It doesn’t take long for him to settle into a comfortable rhythm that alternates between the more dexterous movements of his tongue versus the smoother friction of bobbing his head lower. ]
[ This time, the sound comes from low in the throat. A sinking moan, relieved as Tezcatlipoca gentles in his attentions. Matt returns his gaze, breathing, ] Thank you.
[ It feels good to say. So good that when Tezca offers a particularly searing swipe of his tongue, Matt tries it again. ] Thank you--oh. Thank you, thank you, thank you ...
[ Matt slips the barrel of the gun back into his mouth, moans around it as Tezcatlipoca finds his rhythm. His fingers fist in Tezca's hair, tightening but not directing him. He doesn't want to move him in any particular direction--just let him know how good it all feels. The heat of his mouth, the curl of his tongue. Matt's hips start to squirm on the mattress again, more insistently now. Small circles that meet Tezca when he sinks down. Matt's tongue pulses against the barrel of the gun; he swallows around it. ]
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…But not this kind of something either.
The teasing hits its mark perfectly, because the way that Tezcatlipoca’s expression had started to relax is all but gone as he sharpens again. He does look up Matt’s way, but the sharp blue is definitely on Matt’s eyes this time instead of the gun. ]
Hwwh?
[ He “says”, mouth still on Matt’s dick, like an idiot… He does consider pulling back completely to say more, but no. There’s not much he can say that won’t embarrass him further, and he knows it. Explaining that a human body had a higher libido than his purely divine one is just something that sounds stupid even in his head. So, no need for justification. Now is the time for revenge (petty), clearly.
So, with his eyes now on Matt’s, he hollows his cheeks as he sucks sharply rather than the smoother buildup he’d started with his tongue. It might even be a little too sharp in its suddenness, but. That’s the kind of fickle he is.
"This what you wanted, fucker?" It’s a sentiment that’s easy to see in his sharp gaze. But despite that, there’s still a little rosiness in his cheeks. ]
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[ That's immediate, the sharp suck getting Matt's head falling back. His exclamation, were it plotted out, would land at the perfect center of a Venn diagram depicting arousal, discomfort, and laughter. Revenge, petty, achieved. Matt's gaze snaps back to Tezca's, expression molten and fond under the strain. ]
Oh, [ protesting, as his fingers stroke Tezcatlipoca's hair. It's a gentle touch, a coaxing one. ] Show some mercy ...
[ What Matt really wants to say is something closer to it's okay to be turned on. Except that's a wild thing to assert while everyone's naked and aroused, and particularly when he's the one who needled to begin with. He couldn't help it. Tezcatlipoca's bashfulness was too cute to pass up. It still is, honestly--that hint of pink in his cheeks. Matt sighs heavily.
Ultimately, he doesn't actually know what prompted the flush. The look away. So Matt focuses on what he can be sure of: Tezca's mouth still on him. His gaze, piercing but familiar, the familiarity prompting a hopeless feeling of fondness. Matt strokes Tezca's hair, petting over the shell of his ear. ]
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…It’s why it feels (annoyingly!) embarrassing. There’s also part of being a god that’s essentially just trying to be cool in front of your subjects, so. He’s weak to being teased.
But that soft, soothing touch does its work of relaxing Tezcatlipoca again (and prevents him from sucking the soul out of Matt’s body) (not literally). His attention gets gentler as he hums out another pleasantly reverberating note of approval. His hand starts to work again, slow in his pace at stroking the base of Matt’s cock, while his mouth works the top. He swirls his tongue around the head slowly, since he figures that’ll feel better after the sharp suck, but at least this time he doesn’t avert his eyes.
Granted, it’s still an intense look, since Tezcatlipoca might not be capable of anything but that, but it’s not so fiery. It doesn’t take long for him to settle into a comfortable rhythm that alternates between the more dexterous movements of his tongue versus the smoother friction of bobbing his head lower. ]
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[ This time, the sound comes from low in the throat. A sinking moan, relieved as Tezcatlipoca gentles in his attentions. Matt returns his gaze, breathing, ] Thank you.
[ It feels good to say. So good that when Tezca offers a particularly searing swipe of his tongue, Matt tries it again. ] Thank you--oh. Thank you, thank you, thank you ...
[ Matt slips the barrel of the gun back into his mouth, moans around it as Tezcatlipoca finds his rhythm. His fingers fist in Tezca's hair, tightening but not directing him. He doesn't want to move him in any particular direction--just let him know how good it all feels. The heat of his mouth, the curl of his tongue. Matt's hips start to squirm on the mattress again, more insistently now. Small circles that meet Tezca when he sinks down. Matt's tongue pulses against the barrel of the gun; he swallows around it. ]