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[kissthatgoodbye]

"You haven't," Alec answers, smirking as he stretches up to tap the headboard, to signal to the environment control to drop the temperature in the room without having to disturb Lark. Life is about adaptation.

"But your needs are different from mine." He's still watching Lark's face while he talks, for the reaction if not to gauge if he's miscalculated somehow. He rubs his thumb along the space between Lark's two lowest ribs, and lets his voice go smoky. "Imagine fucking me for hours - your endurance and my recovery time. Right there above me, touching me, smelling me, tasting me, but not able to feel me - fucking me through the floor and staying unsatisfied yourself. I imagine that would be pretty frustrating."

[ukan]

He's just come, still recovering from it, and yet he wants Alec again. He won't let himself act on it but oh yes he can picture exactly what Alec is proposing.

"And how many times do you think I could get you off?" he murmurs, imagining taking Alec through his paces, wondering if he could coax an earnest groan from him instead of those Alec gives him just because he knows Lark likes to hear his voice when they fuck.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Alec makes a show of considering this, chewing his lower lip like he never does unless he knows Lark is watching.

"I mean, at least twice..."

[ukan]

"Twice in three hours?" He murmurs, brushing his lips against Alec's. "With me fucking you as hard as I can? We can do better than twice."

[kissthatgoodbye]

"I suppose that's probably true," Alec chuckles, and then he's kissing Lark, stops to say something, changes his mind and kisses him again.

"And I suppose it's only fair to let you choose something, too," he allows when he's had his fill enough to speak again.

[ukan]

"Some sort of sensory deprivation," Lark muses. His senses are so heightened that he's always curious how they'd do if one was muted.