[as he pushes himself up, Melqal looks down at Morax, a hand coming up to brush his thumb against his lips. a shiver is sent down his spine at the memories of how many bites he'd received from those teeth and fangs, and what that tongue can do... how many times he'd orgasmed just by that appendage alone.
it's a thought that only serves to drive him more, to make him determined to push Morax to a state of ecstasy with his own mouth, like he'd done in the past. Melqal supposes he should be thankful that Dohalim is letting him be... rather indulgent with this body, and with the other joining him in mind... he should really put on a show for the both of them, then.
shifting up just a little more onto his knees, Melqal moves to undo the buttons of Morax's top (ignoring the slight fumbling around as he tries to figure out the tunic), before pushing it up and over Morax's head. he tosses it to the side for now, the fabric now inconsequential as he slowly drags his hands down the spirit's chest, marveling at the feeling of his skin under his fingers]
You are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you like this.
[fingertips gently swirl around Morax's nipples, letting the nubs harden under his touch, before he continues, his hands still worshipping the deity's body, before hooking onto the hem of Morax's pants. there, after more fumbling for the buttons, he pushes them down, along with any other undergarments, only stopping for a moment to remove the man's shoes, before pulling them off and tossing them with the tunic.
hungry eyes trail up and down Morax's form, taking it all in. to see him once more, after so long... Melqal could devour him. as he nudges the other's legs apart, he runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, watching him]
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[as he pushes himself up, Melqal looks down at Morax, a hand coming up to brush his thumb against his lips. a shiver is sent down his spine at the memories of how many bites he'd received from those teeth and fangs, and what that tongue can do... how many times he'd orgasmed just by that appendage alone.
it's a thought that only serves to drive him more, to make him determined to push Morax to a state of ecstasy with his own mouth, like he'd done in the past. Melqal supposes he should be thankful that Dohalim is letting him be... rather indulgent with this body, and with the other joining him in mind... he should really put on a show for the both of them, then.
shifting up just a little more onto his knees, Melqal moves to undo the buttons of Morax's top (ignoring the slight fumbling around as he tries to figure out the tunic), before pushing it up and over Morax's head. he tosses it to the side for now, the fabric now inconsequential as he slowly drags his hands down the spirit's chest, marveling at the feeling of his skin under his fingers]
You are still as beautiful as the last time I saw you like this.
[fingertips gently swirl around Morax's nipples, letting the nubs harden under his touch, before he continues, his hands still worshipping the deity's body, before hooking onto the hem of Morax's pants. there, after more fumbling for the buttons, he pushes them down, along with any other undergarments, only stopping for a moment to remove the man's shoes, before pulling them off and tossing them with the tunic.
hungry eyes trail up and down Morax's form, taking it all in. to see him once more, after so long... Melqal could devour him. as he nudges the other's legs apart, he runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, watching him]
So, so beautiful.