[lifting his hand up, Melqal brushes his fingers through the soft locks of Morax's hair that had fallen into his face, to the braid hanging over his shoulder. the darkness of the strands reminds him of the most beautiful obsidian, highlighted by the most gilded of gold. honestly, befitting for the earthen spirit. Melqal takes a moment to take him all in again, admiring every feature he can lay his eyes on. there's a yearning in his soul to let the elemental take him like he's done so many times before but... slowly. they must move slowly, for Dohalim's sake. but still, to be so close yet so far away...
however, it's a sacrifice he's willing to make for Dohalim's comfort. Morax can be... quite the surprising specimen in his true form. and it's not like he's accustomed to have this much attention on him to begin with, so... slow. slow is good.
but it doesn't stop Melqal from leaning in once more for another kiss, this time a little deeper. he takes a moment to feel out any sort of resistance from his other half; he feels none. maybe Dohalim is serious about letting them have their time together. but it's only a short moment before he pulls back again, not wanting to push boundaries that they shouldn't be toeing just yet]
Dinner should be soon, so we should start that tour with you and Dohalim.
[the idea of dinner soon after that does sound like a great idea; there's a small grin that creeps up on his face at the thought of the earlier conversation]
Speaking of which... Are you still rather uncomfortable around tentacled creatures?
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[lifting his hand up, Melqal brushes his fingers through the soft locks of Morax's hair that had fallen into his face, to the braid hanging over his shoulder. the darkness of the strands reminds him of the most beautiful obsidian, highlighted by the most gilded of gold. honestly, befitting for the earthen spirit. Melqal takes a moment to take him all in again, admiring every feature he can lay his eyes on. there's a yearning in his soul to let the elemental take him like he's done so many times before but... slowly. they must move slowly, for Dohalim's sake. but still, to be so close yet so far away...
however, it's a sacrifice he's willing to make for Dohalim's comfort. Morax can be... quite the surprising specimen in his true form. and it's not like he's accustomed to have this much attention on him to begin with, so... slow. slow is good.
but it doesn't stop Melqal from leaning in once more for another kiss, this time a little deeper. he takes a moment to feel out any sort of resistance from his other half; he feels none. maybe Dohalim is serious about letting them have their time together. but it's only a short moment before he pulls back again, not wanting to push boundaries that they shouldn't be toeing just yet]
Dinner should be soon, so we should start that tour with you and Dohalim.
[the idea of dinner soon after that does sound like a great idea; there's a small grin that creeps up on his face at the thought of the earlier conversation]
Speaking of which... Are you still rather uncomfortable around tentacled creatures?