After a beat, Azwel reaches into the array and retrieves two electrodes on leads, and presses them to either side of Vash's head. His fingers slip down either side of the other's face, slow and gentle. His head tilts to the side, and he seems to look through Vash.
The table tilts backward until it's horizontal, then sinks closer to the floor, taking the array with it. Azwel, his eyes glassy and his skin feverish, now, climbs onto the table. Slowly, his fingers get to work unfastening Vash's clothes.
"They... know things, they... they won't tell me what, but... so many things," he breathes. "We cannot resist...."
It's clear that they know far more about both Vash and Azwel than is comfortable for either--they know they could essentially use Azwel's brain as a processor for their data, filtering it through his already obsessive understanding of subtle energies. They knew they could easily spark the necessary sexual energy in him--too easily.
Azwel reaches past Vash's head toward the array again, and his body presses against Vash's, making it obvious by the throbbing heat how aroused he already is. When he sits up again he looks at the other through lidded eyes. Slowly, he sticks more sensors to Vash's skin.
"They know," he whispers. "They know." He drops his head forward until is lips are next to the other's ear. "But they don't know everything," he breathes, scarcely audible. He shivers and goes very still for a moment. Then he sits up again and resumes what he was doing, before, pressing sensors to Vash's skin with heated, caressing hands.
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Date: 2019-05-24 09:40 am (UTC)The table tilts backward until it's horizontal, then sinks closer to the floor, taking the array with it. Azwel, his eyes glassy and his skin feverish, now, climbs onto the table. Slowly, his fingers get to work unfastening Vash's clothes.
"They... know things, they... they won't tell me what, but... so many things," he breathes. "We cannot resist...."
It's clear that they know far more about both Vash and Azwel than is comfortable for either--they know they could essentially use Azwel's brain as a processor for their data, filtering it through his already obsessive understanding of subtle energies. They knew they could easily spark the necessary sexual energy in him--too easily.
Azwel reaches past Vash's head toward the array again, and his body presses against Vash's, making it obvious by the throbbing heat how aroused he already is. When he sits up again he looks at the other through lidded eyes. Slowly, he sticks more sensors to Vash's skin.
"They know," he whispers. "They know." He drops his head forward until is lips are next to the other's ear. "But they don't know everything," he breathes, scarcely audible. He shivers and goes very still for a moment. Then he sits up again and resumes what he was doing, before, pressing sensors to Vash's skin with heated, caressing hands.