[ Even IV, as close to mindless as the oil makes him, knows the meaning of Black Mist's words. Even he can see the truth behind those terms.
(but... he can wait, can't he?)
(he can wait as long as it takes to come, no matter how much he needs it, because the end result of waiting until Chris gives in...)
He twists in its grip now, and once the both of them have stopped talking he gives in totally, stops holding back his noises at all. Jerks his hips and gasps and moans around the tendril in his mouth, sucks greedily at everything it's giving him.
For all that he can wait, he doesn't want to, he's hard enough to hurt and heavy with oil and he needs to hit that precipice.
So he shifts, stretches himself out like every part of him is yearning for Chris's touch (it is, it is) and hopes, hopes with every desperate noise that Chris will lose himself, will ask for something even so simple as to be moved close enough to touch IV like IV so clearly wants (needs). ]
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(but... he can wait, can't he?)
(he can wait as long as it takes to come, no matter how much he needs it, because the end result of waiting until Chris gives in...)
He twists in its grip now, and once the both of them have stopped talking he gives in totally, stops holding back his noises at all. Jerks his hips and gasps and moans around the tendril in his mouth, sucks greedily at everything it's giving him.
For all that he can wait, he doesn't want to, he's hard enough to hurt and heavy with oil and he needs to hit that precipice.
So he shifts, stretches himself out like every part of him is yearning for Chris's touch (it is, it is) and hopes, hopes with every desperate noise that Chris will lose himself, will ask for something even so simple as to be moved close enough to touch IV like IV so clearly wants (needs). ]