All right, it's not really, but it is one that would make Vrenille laugh if he knew. He certainly is teasing, but it's all in the service of ultimate satisfaction, a process for extending pleasure, making it into an art form that can work and play in the world of Duplicity's Dom/sub roles.
Many men though, he's learned in the time he's been here, come in with no sense of know-how in this department. They pursue sex as the quickest path from arousal to orgasm and find it maddening when someone like him takes them on a more circuitous route, introduces them to pathways for enjoying they haven't considered before. And from that perspective, if he knew what Mustang was thinking, he'd probably challenge him to say precisely what counts as "winning" vs "losing" here.
As it stands, he's just taking his time, now running a hand up the man's stomach and towards his pecs, feeling the plane and contour of muscles, fingers pausing to roll over one nipple as he says, still quite conversationally, "Well I'd say that sounds like a reason to experiment. Give you a chance to show me what you can do."
His hands travel south again and, without preamble, he takes hold of the waist of the jeans and yanks them roughly down over Mustang's ass till they're low around his thighs, leaving his legs trapped by the material. Then he shifts the fabric of the jockstrap to one side, taking the man's cock and balls out from its confines before reaching a hand around his backside and finding the top arm of the massager with one finger, rocking it just a little inside him.
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All right, it's not really, but it is one that would make Vrenille laugh if he knew. He certainly is teasing, but it's all in the service of ultimate satisfaction, a process for extending pleasure, making it into an art form that can work and play in the world of Duplicity's Dom/sub roles.
Many men though, he's learned in the time he's been here, come in with no sense of know-how in this department. They pursue sex as the quickest path from arousal to orgasm and find it maddening when someone like him takes them on a more circuitous route, introduces them to pathways for enjoying they haven't considered before. And from that perspective, if he knew what Mustang was thinking, he'd probably challenge him to say precisely what counts as "winning" vs "losing" here.
As it stands, he's just taking his time, now running a hand up the man's stomach and towards his pecs, feeling the plane and contour of muscles, fingers pausing to roll over one nipple as he says, still quite conversationally, "Well I'd say that sounds like a reason to experiment. Give you a chance to show me what you can do."
His hands travel south again and, without preamble, he takes hold of the waist of the jeans and yanks them roughly down over Mustang's ass till they're low around his thighs, leaving his legs trapped by the material. Then he shifts the fabric of the jockstrap to one side, taking the man's cock and balls out from its confines before reaching a hand around his backside and finding the top arm of the massager with one finger, rocking it just a little inside him.
"Tell me what you want. Ask me nicely."