[there's a familiar little hitch to Morax's breath when Melqal kisses his cheek and speaks that way, an aching hunger that sinks deep into his bones.]

You are so-- [oh. oh. that's a rough little groan when a hand squeezes his ass, and the elemental leans into Melqal without any hesitation. they can't do much, especially under the circumstances, but he doesn't make it easy, does he?] --wonderfully insufferable.

[Exhaling a sigh, he leans forward and presses his lips to Melqal's, just briefly.]

Terrible. We should go to dinner, lest we get too... occupied. We can speak later, Melqal.

[And then some, if he's lucky. It's been so long, and they really were such monsters together. Still, Morax wants to speak to Dohalim, so getting distracted is a problem right now.]