[Morax's breaths are soft little panting ones as Melqal leans in to kiss him again, hands reaching to run along his body, thumbing across his cheek. a soft groan escapes when his cock slips out of his lover, shiver running down his spine.]
Ah... let me. [he isn't breathless, but there's the sort of sensation of it anyway.] Let me watch. It's been too long.
[and maybe it'll be good for Dohalim, too, seeing how much he enjoys being taken this way. Morax is so often mild in his expressions that this is almost a novel thing, capable of drawing up so many of them.]
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Ah... let me. [he isn't breathless, but there's the sort of sensation of it anyway.] Let me watch. It's been too long.
[and maybe it'll be good for Dohalim, too, seeing how much he enjoys being taken this way. Morax is so often mild in his expressions that this is almost a novel thing, capable of drawing up so many of them.]