[just being in Melqal's presence is soothing, and it brings with it an unhurried sense of peace. He's missed this for so long... and no amount of changes in features can put a dent in that relief, it seems.
It doesn't hurt that Dohalim himself is... rather beautiful, with sharp, royal features that warm and sweeten when he's comfortable - for what the elemental has seen of them, anyway. Moving slowly isn't so hard when he can be fascinated by all of their differences.
It's harder, then, when Melqal kisses him more deeply, though. With the passage of time, he's grown needy and wanting, and there's a deep regret that this is as far as is safe, right now.]
Mm. I'm a little excited to hear him talk about this place, and—
[and his thoughts are derailed by that question completely. Peering wide eyed at Melqal, his cheeks heat up immensely, mouth opening to respond only to stammer at first. Clearly, the answer is yes.]
I— do not be mean to me. [Morax puffs out a cheek at the grin on Melqal's face, head shaking.] You know full well why I do not like them... all slimy and thick and persistent... [He shudders a little with the memory. The things were probably just in their mating season, and he'd been terribly unlucky to get so ambushed, but...] and you just watched for so long-!
[in Melqal's defense, Morax had probably looked as horny as he had perturbed, given they had definitely found no shortage of weak spots on the man's body. And, of course, he'd never minded restraints before.]
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It doesn't hurt that Dohalim himself is... rather beautiful, with sharp, royal features that warm and sweeten when he's comfortable - for what the elemental has seen of them, anyway. Moving slowly isn't so hard when he can be fascinated by all of their differences.
It's harder, then, when Melqal kisses him more deeply, though. With the passage of time, he's grown needy and wanting, and there's a deep regret that this is as far as is safe, right now.]
Mm. I'm a little excited to hear him talk about this place, and—
[and his thoughts are derailed by that question completely. Peering wide eyed at Melqal, his cheeks heat up immensely, mouth opening to respond only to stammer at first. Clearly, the answer is yes.]
I— do not be mean to me. [Morax puffs out a cheek at the grin on Melqal's face, head shaking.] You know full well why I do not like them... all slimy and thick and persistent... [He shudders a little with the memory. The things were probably just in their mating season, and he'd been terribly unlucky to get so ambushed, but...] and you just watched for so long-!
[in Melqal's defense, Morax had probably looked as horny as he had perturbed, given they had definitely found no shortage of weak spots on the man's body. And, of course, he'd never minded restraints before.]