[there's the familiar hitch of breath, a soft noise that's dangerously close to a squeak when Melqal grips his tail, fingers curling around the redhead's shoulders. it really is a weakness none other knows, something that he had once had much more control over really. or, more accurately, he has much more control over it for other people.
for Melqal though, he's like this. every little stroke of his hand, press of fingers digging into the base, has him arching and squirming for more. Morax's breath ghosts against his shoulder, moans muffled into his arm. held just so, there's really nowhere for him to go, even if he'd wanted to.
and Gods, but he doesn't want to. after so long, how could he? he's finally getting to spend time with his lover again, and--
--and Melqal just stops, all that electric stimulation crawling up his spine one last time.]
Ah--haah... you-- [it takes a moment for his mind to catch up, eyes a little brighter for his arousal. his voice is breathy when he speaks again.] --nngh. You are the worst... what do you expect me to do until then?
[Melqal knows perfectly well what he's done and how long Morax's habit of compliance lingers - more than enough to know that he's going to have to answer for this, but that there's just enough sense left in the lizarddraconic spirit's head that he doesn't just pin him down and make his demands.
if he did, he'd at least feel guilty for Dohalim later.]
I assume you don't want anyone to find out about this, of course.
[he gives another squeeze of his tail against Melqal's leg before unwinding it again, actually huffing as he shifts to wiggle free from his embrace. you know, since he suggested it and all.
there is absolutely a pout on his face, cheeks tinged pink with want.]
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[there's the familiar hitch of breath, a soft noise that's dangerously close to a squeak when Melqal grips his tail, fingers curling around the redhead's shoulders. it really is a weakness none other knows, something that he had once had much more control over really. or, more accurately, he has much more control over it for other people.
for Melqal though, he's like this. every little stroke of his hand, press of fingers digging into the base, has him arching and squirming for more. Morax's breath ghosts against his shoulder, moans muffled into his arm. held just so, there's really nowhere for him to go, even if he'd wanted to.
and Gods, but he doesn't want to. after so long, how could he? he's finally getting to spend time with his lover again, and--
--and Melqal just stops, all that electric stimulation crawling up his spine one last time.]
Ah--haah... you-- [it takes a moment for his mind to catch up, eyes a little brighter for his arousal. his voice is breathy when he speaks again.] --nngh. You are the worst... what do you expect me to do until then?
[Melqal knows perfectly well what he's done and how long Morax's habit of compliance lingers - more than enough to know that he's going to have to answer for this, but that there's just enough sense left in the
lizarddraconic spirit's head that he doesn't just pin him down and make his demands.if he did, he'd at least feel guilty for Dohalim later.]
I assume you don't want anyone to find out about this, of course.
[he gives another squeeze of his tail against Melqal's leg before unwinding it again, actually huffing as he shifts to wiggle free from his embrace. you know, since he suggested it and all.
there is absolutely a pout on his face, cheeks tinged pink with want.]