[Morax certainly does like this, and after a moment of soft gasping and sighs in response to Melqal's gentle teasing, his lips press to the man's neck, tongue lapping gently there between featherlight kisses. It drives him forward a little at a time, mind just faintly cloudy as the other speaks.]
They would... nngh-! [He still knows all the right places to touch, and it's... heartening somehow.] Ah... they wouldn't know what to do with the... scandal.
[It's an absolutely trivial acquiescence, surrendering all of his stoicism and sturdiness to the touch of a hand - of this man's hand, in particular. On another night, he might take up the fight to see who gives in first, but...
Perhaps he's been more lonely than he realised. Even with the other here, with the uncertainty of how to handle Dohalim, things hadn't been so clear cut in sharing time with them both. The constant stumbles haven't helped him over the course of the day.]
Only you, my treasure. I bow to no other. [shifting, he presses his weight into his lover's embrace. Voice warm and rich, he rises up to press kisses and nibbles to Melqal's jaw. His tail uncoils briefly to slide higher up his thigh, unperturbed by the loose fabrics covering his legs - even if it takes a little effort not to get tangled in them.] No one else could even draw near to my core, let alone shake me to it. They would regret it if they tried.
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[Morax certainly does like this, and after a moment of soft gasping and sighs in response to Melqal's gentle teasing, his lips press to the man's neck, tongue lapping gently there between featherlight kisses. It drives him forward a little at a time, mind just faintly cloudy as the other speaks.]
They would... nngh-! [He still knows all the right places to touch, and it's... heartening somehow.] Ah... they wouldn't know what to do with the... scandal.
[It's an absolutely trivial acquiescence, surrendering all of his stoicism and sturdiness to the touch of a hand - of this man's hand, in particular. On another night, he might take up the fight to see who gives in first, but...
Perhaps he's been more lonely than he realised. Even with the other here, with the uncertainty of how to handle Dohalim, things hadn't been so clear cut in sharing time with them both. The constant stumbles haven't helped him over the course of the day.]
Only you, my treasure. I bow to no other. [shifting, he presses his weight into his lover's embrace. Voice warm and rich, he rises up to press kisses and nibbles to Melqal's jaw. His tail uncoils briefly to slide higher up his thigh, unperturbed by the loose fabrics covering his legs - even if it takes a little effort not to get tangled in them.] No one else could even draw near to my core, let alone shake me to it. They would regret it if they tried.