[there's always something intoxicating about listening to Melqal, even without the hazy added pleasure of his hand squeezing Morax's tail. it earns him a soft gasp and a groan, eyes closing lightly.]

Haah... ah... you are-- [lips brush the spirit's ear and he bites back a whine, another press against another weakness the man knows entirely too well. the idea of it alone is more than enough to get him going, fingers curling against the fabric of his nightclothes.] mm... of course...

[really, he's so disgustingly weak to his lover, and it's only half the sensitivity the man is exploiting. fingers squeeze his tail and it's as trivial as ever to lead him to the bed. his own reach up to cradle Melqal's face when he's settling back on it.]

Anything you want, my love. I've missed you so much... and this side of you is so... mm. [leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his lover's lips, warm and a little desperate.] I would not be able to refuse you even if you hadn't teased me so, you know. You're so honest and so greedy right now...

But I assume you would like to do the work yourself, too. I will try to keep my hands to myself...

[he's not sure if he'll succeed in the least, of course. Melqal is welcome to do things to help with that, if he so chooses.]