[Morax's gaze is warm as Melqal moves, lips parting lightly in response to the brush of a thumb against them. There's curiosity there for the Renan's state of mind, as they're both rather malleable. Of course, after so long, is it any wonder their hunger is so deep?
The shift of hips pushes the spirit upward just a little, and he gives a soft rumble as Melqal reaches for his top. It's not so difficult, at least, and once the shirt is removed he can breathe a little sigh of relief. It really is such... stuffy fabric, isn't it?]
Mm... I'm certainly glad that has not changed. I would be loath to change much more from this, under my own preference.
[This humanoid form may not be the first form he'd taken, but in his time with Melqal he had come to favor it very much. Regardless, his breath hitches when fingertips circle his nipples, nubs hardening easily under the stimulation. His skin shifts from pale at his chest to a deep, dappled grey along his arms, lined with a familiar golden patterning and patches of firm scales.
It feels strange to be so... indulgently idle, but he did promise to try and behave. His hands move little until it's necessary to help remove his shirt, and after they lace back together above his head, pressed neatly into the bed. Soon enough, he finds the aching pressure of his pants relieved, and the spirit exhales a shuddering groan when Melqal peels fabric from the burgeoning flesh of his cock.
His feet shift when those shoes are removed, still delicate but tipped with claws, all of him bared for his lover's viewing. It certainly has an effect on the spirit, tail twitching and swaying beside him.]
You are one to-- haah-- to speak, my love... you are both quite-- attractive.
[hands nudge his legs apart and he obliges without hesitation, shivering as a hand follows the muscular line of his thigh, eyes nearly falling closed.]
Mmn... this is... downright patient of you, isn't it...
[okay, okay. He may not be feeling so patient, not after the earlier teasing and how good his lover's touch feels after so long. Above his head, his hands shift and toy with one another, trying to find some measure of solace in behaving. It's a pretty herculean effort at the moment, one he's like to abandon before much longer.]
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[Morax's gaze is warm as Melqal moves, lips parting lightly in response to the brush of a thumb against them. There's curiosity there for the Renan's state of mind, as they're both rather malleable. Of course, after so long, is it any wonder their hunger is so deep?
The shift of hips pushes the spirit upward just a little, and he gives a soft rumble as Melqal reaches for his top. It's not so difficult, at least, and once the shirt is removed he can breathe a little sigh of relief. It really is such... stuffy fabric, isn't it?]
Mm... I'm certainly glad that has not changed. I would be loath to change much more from this, under my own preference.
[This humanoid form may not be the first form he'd taken, but in his time with Melqal he had come to favor it very much. Regardless, his breath hitches when fingertips circle his nipples, nubs hardening easily under the stimulation. His skin shifts from pale at his chest to a deep, dappled grey along his arms, lined with a familiar golden patterning and patches of firm scales.
It feels strange to be so... indulgently idle, but he did promise to try and behave. His hands move little until it's necessary to help remove his shirt, and after they lace back together above his head, pressed neatly into the bed. Soon enough, he finds the aching pressure of his pants relieved, and the spirit exhales a shuddering groan when Melqal peels fabric from the burgeoning flesh of his cock.
His feet shift when those shoes are removed, still delicate but tipped with claws, all of him bared for his lover's viewing. It certainly has an effect on the spirit, tail twitching and swaying beside him.]
You are one to-- haah-- to speak, my love... you are both quite-- attractive.
[hands nudge his legs apart and he obliges without hesitation, shivering as a hand follows the muscular line of his thigh, eyes nearly falling closed.]
Mmn... this is... downright patient of you, isn't it...
[okay, okay. He may not be feeling so patient, not after the earlier teasing and how good his lover's touch feels after so long. Above his head, his hands shift and toy with one another, trying to find some measure of solace in behaving. It's a pretty herculean effort at the moment, one he's like to abandon before much longer.]