NIKOLAS AVIS IS A SCOUNDREL

[havesomedecency]

[This evening we have an illustrious member of Hearts making his way up to a certain floor in Clubs on a purported promise of a game of chess. He's no more or less grumpy looking than usual as he knocks on the door to the dorm room, politely waiting for a reply.]

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[havesomedecency]

Of course I do. It's hardly a fair exchange if a woman doesn't get the same out of it as what a man does.

[oneinfive]

No, no! You don't go about it that way, that's not how it works.

[havesomedecency]

Then just how is it supposed to work?

[oneinfive]

You don't measure it in orgasms, love. Or if you do you don't compete over it--everyone wins! One orgasm is payment for both. Would it surprise you if I told you that right now I'd like it better if you came on my face than if you gave me another one? Or five more? You see, you coming is just as good to me as me coming. It's completely equal when you look at it that way.

[havesomedecency]

[I'm sorry you were expecting him to hear anything after "if you came on my face"??]

—Nikolas!!

[oneinfive]

--It was you coming on my face, wasn't it?

[havesomedecency]

Of course it was!

[oneinfive]

If it makes you feel any better, I also want you to come inside me again.

[havesomedecency]

And in how many other places—?!

[oneinfive]

Can I list off the places I wouldn't want your come. I think it'll go faster that way.

[havesomedecency]

—Nevermind, I don't want to know.

[oneinfive]

You don't get off on that, do you! That's fine with me. You can come right where it's proper, my proper little Elliot.

[he drags a hand down between his own legs, demonstrating, fingers slipping over the folds.]

[havesomedecency]

[as close as they are Elliot can still feel that, he can't help but look down, blushing as he does]

Do you—want me to . . .

[oneinfive]

I do, when you can. Do you want to?

[he turns the same hand, barely needing to move it to stroke the fingertips over Elliot's inner thigh instead.]

[havesomedecency]

Ah—not yet, but you could still—couldn't you?

[he reaches down, cautious and curious, to brush his fingers along the inside of Nikolas's wrist, up his arm]

[oneinfive]

I could still. Oh . . .

[he watches that, sliding his tongue out over his lower lip, and turns his hand again to touch Elliot's arm in answer]

[havesomedecency]

[Elliot curls his fingers around Nikolas's arm for a moment, squeezing once, before he lets go, reaching out to gently brush against the edge of the curls resting below Nikolas's stomach]

[oneinfive]

Mmm. Oh, Elliot, if you want to. Go on . . .

[Nikolas braces himself and spreads his legs wider, making himself shamelessly accessible for this; he looks up again at Elliot's face instead of his hand, all flushed and entranced with the sight of him. wow]

[havesomedecency]

[He looks up, catching Nikolas's gaze, flushing at the intensity of it, before he reaches down, one calloused fingertip rubbing lightly against Nikolas's clit.]

It's here, right?

[oneinfive]

[that jerk of his hips sure says Elliot got it right. Nikolas nods, biting his lip and curving his back into an arch, offering himself.]

Yes. Yes . . .

[havesomedecency]

[it's hard not to watch that. Elliot licks his lips, gazing up at Nikolas—and Nikolas's breasts—before he moves his finger slowly over his clit again, stroking down over it in a gentle gesture, over and over.]

[oneinfive]

[his breath hitches with every stroke; it's so slow, but he's still sensitive from before, so that's good. the build of tension is sweet and almost gentle--he looks up at Elliot and catches him looking, and that's good too. I can show off for him . . .

Nikolas moves with Elliot's rhythm, rocking his hips in slow, hard pulses, tossing his head and chewing on his lip. he's showing off, trying to draw Elliot into this just as much.]

[havesomedecency]

[yes, that's definitely drawing him in. he's staring now, a tremor running through him as his cheeks flush brighter, watching Nikolas writhe above him]

Nikolas . . .

[oneinfive]

[he looks down at Elliot's face, tongue sliding out to wet his lips--it's meant to be for show, but his mouth really is dry, he really is getting caught up himself]

Elliot.

[havesomedecency]

[that motion catches Elliot breathless, speechless for a moment before he swallows, pressing his finger down harder with his next stroke]

Ah—you're beautiful like this—