[Morax hasn't a thought in his head about things like attendants and dressing down - if he did, perhaps he would force himself to reluctantly stop Melqal. Instead, the spirit melts into every touch without hesitation, moaning and gasping against the man's shoulder as he tugs gently at his tail.

It's such a sweet feeling, sharing their devotion this way. Everything could easily have ended, could have gone on with the reality of mortal lifetimes and such sad facts... but it didn't. And it's something he can share in some way with Dohalim, if it goes that way; not the depths of their circumstance, but the warmth of knowing someone equally as kind and persistent as his lover. It's funny, actually, to think there might be someone who doesn't set off either man's jealousy - even if there's a shared body involved. Morax listens as he speaks, the quiet sense of possession and jealousy in his tone absolutely exhilarating.]

... you're mine, after all. [There's a little rumble there, as his golden gaze peers upward.] If anyone were allowed to see you do indisposed, it would only be to show them the briefest glimpse of what they could never earn. [His words are almost sinister in their honesty, and hands reach up to cup Melqal's face and pull him into a kiss.] Only mine... all mine. As I am yours.

[another kiss, and Morax encroaches on Melqal's space more still. He's kept docile by the hand on his tail, making his threatening presence remarkably muted, even cute.]

I truly missed this, my love... even if you are still a terrible tease.