[No stop chatter is just how he operates, and even after so long Adler refuses to deal with it. He's not sure why—he loves the back and forth, loves filthy talk and banter and insults, and it's just another place where sometimes their preferences don't quite mesh. He's not complaining though, not when he's being tongue-fucked like the world is ending and they're gonna die tomorrow. ]
Mmpfh!
[Being found wanting has put the best, or worst, kind of fire right under Rafe, and with the way grabs his cock, Harry isn't sure which it is exactly. He pulls away from the kiss, but not the grip, and looks just the tiniest but uncomfortable.
[ Rafe is a fan of dirty talk too, and a fair employer of same. But when somebody literally talks nonstop, barely needing to stop for breath? Then it becomes an issue: a constant background hum that can drive a man to madness if it's not shut off once in a while — like a retail holiday playlist and every fucking day is December 10th.
Every once in a while, Harry could seriously benefit from not. ]
That's never been your preference before.
[ But contrary to Harry's oft-voiced complaints, Rafe can listen and he amends his grip accordingly. Still firm, still insistent, but the strokes are more squeeze and less vise now. Narrowing his eyes in a halfhearted glare, he huffs impatiently. ]
[With that little change in grip, Harry relaxes completely, and leans into Rafe's to chase the sensation. It's not going to get him to any kind of destination, but he supposes it doesn't need to. While Adler busiest himself, he let's his hands and lips wander wherever they may.
For as much shit as he gets about having horse teeth, Rafe doesn't mind it when Harry's teeth rake over that one spot behind his ear, or the one under his jaw. He doesn't so much mind the gentle burn is stubble against his lips, not when he can feel his boss twitching under him. Not in any sort of excessive way, of course, but all reactions from Rafe Adler are a win, the fucking ice queen.]
Just....[Pause to bite at his jaw. ]...redirect that jealousy to places...[And another to rake his teeth along the curve of his neck.]...that aren't my cock.
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Mmpfh!
[Being found wanting has put the best, or worst, kind of fire right under Rafe, and with the way grabs his cock, Harry isn't sure which it is exactly. He pulls away from the kiss, but not the grip, and looks just the tiniest but uncomfortable.
It's a cock, Rafe, not a golf club.g]
Gentle, gentle.
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Every once in a while, Harry could seriously benefit from not. ]
That's never been your preference before.
[ But contrary to Harry's oft-voiced complaints, Rafe can listen and he amends his grip accordingly. Still firm, still insistent, but the strokes are more squeeze and less vise now. Narrowing his eyes in a halfhearted glare, he huffs impatiently. ]
Better?
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[With that little change in grip, Harry relaxes completely, and leans into Rafe's to chase the sensation. It's not going to get him to any kind of destination, but he supposes it doesn't need to. While Adler busiest himself, he let's his hands and lips wander wherever they may.
For as much shit as he gets about having horse teeth, Rafe doesn't mind it when Harry's teeth rake over that one spot behind his ear, or the one under his jaw. He doesn't so much mind the gentle burn is stubble against his lips, not when he can feel his boss twitching under him. Not in any sort of excessive way, of course, but all reactions from Rafe Adler are a win, the fucking ice queen.]
Just....[Pause to bite at his jaw. ]...redirect that jealousy to places...[And another to rake his teeth along the curve of his neck.]...that aren't my cock.