[in all honesty, Melqal had hoped that Morax would pick the latter of the two. to feel that tongue in him once more... it only serves to arouse him even more, if it's possible]
As you wish.
[there's an amusement in Melqal's voice as he moves to straddle Morax's chest, his back facing him, before shifting his hips close. he looks over his shoulder, with a hungry lust in his eyes that match Morax's, as he reaches back to spread himself apart, presenting that tight ring of muscles. he's usually not so... concupiscent, but the burning need to lose himself in their passion is there. he supposes he'll have to apologise to Dohalim later]
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As you wish.
[there's an amusement in Melqal's voice as he moves to straddle Morax's chest, his back facing him, before shifting his hips close. he looks over his shoulder, with a hungry lust in his eyes that match Morax's, as he reaches back to spread himself apart, presenting that tight ring of muscles. he's usually not so... concupiscent, but the burning need to lose himself in their passion is there. he supposes he'll have to apologise to Dohalim later]
Hah... I'm yours to devour.