#[ meanwhile nnoitra is big-braining how to not accidentally kill him lmao ]

[despairforme]

So the reason for Thranduil's passive state was FEAR? Had he been a better partner, he would've comforted him. Tried to put him to ease. Told him that he wouldn't hurt him. But - Nnoitra loved being frightening. Others SHOULD fear him. He was dangerous. To him, fearing him was a sign of respect. The only reason why someone would not be afraid of him was if they underestimated him. Or ( he supposed ), if they trusted him. But who would?

As he leaned closer to the elf's neck, he could feel the other's pulse quicken. Feel his nerves on edge. He truly feared that Nnoitra would take a BITE, didn't he? Nnoitra was tempted, but he could contain himself. For now. If he made him any more anxious, he'd soon be trembling.

❝ Nah, I don't think so. ❞ Nnoitra replied to the other's suggestion. He had tasted plenty of things that were ' new ' that didn't taste anywhere near as good as the elf. There were many different creatures out there for him to eat. Thranduil was so quiet. Almost as if he feared that raising his voice could somehow trigger Nnoitra into biting him. Like how you would speak softly to a wild animal, praying that they would not attack. ❝ I don't mind doin' all'a 'da work. ❞ It seemed the other really was too fearful to even move. Stating that he could do ' all the work ' was Nnoitra's way of comforting him. He DID prefer it when his male partners engaged with him, but he was no stranger to just having his partner lay there and take it.

❝ Lay down. ❞ Nnoitra ordered. Not strictly or sharply, but he expected his command to be followed. To help speed things along, Nnoitra used the grip on the other's hips to guide him backwards towards the bed. Then he'd ( gently ) push him until he dropped backwards. Seeing him on his back, his gown just barely covering his lower half, and his pretty silver hair spread across the mattress - it was satisfying. Nnoitra rarely had the pleasure of having such a good looking partner. Thranduil could be the beauty. He would be the monster.

Nnoitra joined him now, settling down onto the bed on his knees. His black hair fell forward. He pushed it out of the way. He would lean over the elf now, supporting himself on one hand, to touch his mouth with his vacant one. He had planned on shoving his fingers inside, but he quickly remembered his ambition to make this a somewhat pleasurable experience for Thranduil as well. Normally, Nnoitra would use his partner's spit as lube. If he bothered with lube at all. Sometimes he just tore his partner open instead. That, obviously, was not an option here. ❝ Yer so tense. We're gonna need somethin' better than saliva 'ta open ya up. ❞ The more scared he was, the more tense he'd be - and the more it would hurt. This type of foreplay was something he never bothered with, seeing as it was all for the sake of his partner.

❝ I'm guessin' tellin' ya 'ta relax ain't gonna help. ❞ WHEN had that shit ever worked? ❝ But we can start off with this. ❞ And with that, he dipped two fingers into Thranduil's mouth. Saliva first. Then he'd find some better lube afterwards. This room was made for the two of them to make good on their ' deal ', right? Surely there would be lube.

This was quite the unnerving experience for one such royal. Having control stripped away from him was not something he was accustomed to, let alone in this situation. Even being allowed to, at the very least, reach out and touch had done little to settle his nerves. If anything, simply hearing that Nnoitra's nails could tear him open with ease just made him even more nervous about this whole ordeal. Bad enough that this was about to be a first, but like this? And with someone like him?

He should have gotten drunk first.

Nevertheless, he found grey eyes narrowing some, not enjoying the way Nnoitra's hand was nestled around his throat. The sheer difference in strength however, is the only reason he kept his cool for the most part. Never flinching, he remained in place though he did manage to find his voice long enough to answer him.

"Oh I would certainly love it if you lost interest, but no, this is not part of some grand plan here to turn you off. You made it perfectly clear from the start how easily you could rip out my throat so of course I am going to stay in my place. Far be it for me to anger you and end up killed by accident."

Because he refused to reiterate the other concern about being a… ah to even think the word was humiliating. Him. A… no. He refused to even think it. He would call it 'less experienced' and leave it at that.

He swallowed hard, feeling ansty as the hand moved up, finding one of his ears and touching it. Such a thing was a good way to annoy most elves, but he kept that to himself. There were worse things than having his ears touched. Yet in the second he thought such, his mind quickly shifted. The closer Nnoitra got to his neck, the more quickly his pulse raced. This was more so because of his own paranoia and the inability to fully trust Nnoitra. Nothing was truly stopping him from having a bite and the way his thick tongue combed over smooth flesh had Thranduil biting his lip in an attempt to keep his composure. If he wasn't so concerned about being eaten, there may have been pleasure to be found in the gesture. Instead, it was drowned out by the anxiety, not at all helped along by the words to follow from his temporary lover.

"I have no idea why we… supposedly taste so good. Perhaps you only feel this way because it's…new.," he managed though very quietly. Finding his voice was proving difficult when he was somewhere in limbo between terrified out of his mind and anxious. There was no healthy medium here so he hoped that he could use Nnoitra's gentleness to get by. So far the other hadn't done anything to hurt him so… maybe… maybe he could deal. Not much longer now right?

The hands upon his hips meant that sooner or later, the gown would be on the floor and he'd be standing fully bare before the other. And the same could be said in return though Thran wondered if he'd be able to keep a straight face. He didn't make a habit of oggling men. It had never much concerned him in the slightest and yet he supposed today he would get his fill of it...in more ways than one. Even so, he waited, watching his every move. He made no effort to finish removing his clothing or Nnoitra's for that matter. Nope. He was trying to stay alive. If he wanted something more, he'd have to ask or do it himself.