Can you blame me for being so greedy? I've missed you for far too long, as well...
[as they both settle back down onto the bed, Melqal leans over Morax, lifting the spirit's thighs to nestle on top of his (mindful of his tail), before gently pinning his wrists over his head. he's feeling fairly dominant at the moment, wanting so much to watch the other fall apart with whatever he can give him, to hear those desperate pleas for more until he loses himself to the rapture of their lust. he knows that he's the only one who can see the spirit in such a way (present situation notwithstanding) that it only excites him even more to want to do it to him]
Show me your true self... I want to see the great and powerful Morax fall to the whims of a mere mortal.
[he won't expect Morax to keep his hands to himself for too long, knowing just how desperate he is to touch his lover again, but it isn't to say he won't mind it. perhaps a small punishment, but he also wants those warm, strong hands to light fiery trails along his skin. if it weren't for the fact that it's not his body, but Dohalim's, he'd ask Morax to mark him.
there's a mischievous grin on his face, as he leans down to capture the other's lips again, a growing desperation apparent in the kiss this time. knowing that there won't be any (planned) interruptions for the rest of the night, and knowing that Dohalim is more or less alright with this, he can finally get down to it.
as he breaks the kiss, he lets his lips trail a path of more kisses and nips along Morax's jaw, up to one of his ears to nip at his earlobe]
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[as they both settle back down onto the bed, Melqal leans over Morax, lifting the spirit's thighs to nestle on top of his (mindful of his tail), before gently pinning his wrists over his head. he's feeling fairly dominant at the moment, wanting so much to watch the other fall apart with whatever he can give him, to hear those desperate pleas for more until he loses himself to the rapture of their lust. he knows that he's the only one who can see the spirit in such a way (present situation notwithstanding) that it only excites him even more to want to do it to him]
Show me your true self... I want to see the great and powerful Morax fall to the whims of a mere mortal.
[he won't expect Morax to keep his hands to himself for too long, knowing just how desperate he is to touch his lover again, but it isn't to say he won't mind it. perhaps a small punishment, but he also wants those warm, strong hands to light fiery trails along his skin. if it weren't for the fact that it's not his body, but Dohalim's, he'd ask Morax to mark him.
there's a mischievous grin on his face, as he leans down to capture the other's lips again, a growing desperation apparent in the kiss this time. knowing that there won't be any (planned) interruptions for the rest of the night, and knowing that Dohalim is more or less alright with this, he can finally get down to it.
as he breaks the kiss, he lets his lips trail a path of more kisses and nips along Morax's jaw, up to one of his ears to nip at his earlobe]
I want to ruin you.