[eyes linger on Morax's cock, that hunger in his eyes growing, but... not yet. he won't indulge just yet. Melqal instead lets his hands roam along Morax's body, trailing along the golden patterns he's come to familiarise himself with. it's good to know that they're the same as he remembers, along with the patches of scales he also brushes against]
You are as I remember...
[something swells in him as he continues to run his hands up and down the other's skin, the reality of his lover here with him once again finally starting to hit home. when he'd sealed the elemental away, he wasn't sure he would ever see him again, or remember him, but... here they both are, in each other's company. even if they weren't intimate, Melqal would be content to lie in bed in Morax's arms. he's missed him so, and he intends to make sure Morax knows this]
As for my patience... I am simply admiring your form. [Melqal wraps a hand around Morax's cock, thumb pressed against the tip, unmoving. he lets out a soft sigh] I can assure you, it is rapidly waning.
[a small warning, before he lets go and shifts downward to settle in between the other's legs, on his stomach. teasing kisses pepper along the inside of Morax's thighs, before Melqal drags his tongue along the underside of the shaft, up to the tip where it swirls around the head.
ah, yes, he tastes exactly how he remembers. an idle thought, before he engulfs him, slowly lowering his head down, easily swallowing Morax's cock. fascinating; is it because he's so expertly done this many times in the past that it's muscle memory still, or is it the fact that Dohalim himself had done this to many a liaison that his body has no gag reflex? either way, it does please him to know that there won't be any sort of adjustment to the appendage sliding down his throat as he completely hilts it.
he just has to wonder just how fast Morax's own patience will fade before those clawed hands are in his hair, forcing more of himself into his mouth. honestly, the idea of being a hole for the spirit to use does... excite him quite a bit, after all]
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[eyes linger on Morax's cock, that hunger in his eyes growing, but... not yet. he won't indulge just yet. Melqal instead lets his hands roam along Morax's body, trailing along the golden patterns he's come to familiarise himself with. it's good to know that they're the same as he remembers, along with the patches of scales he also brushes against]
You are as I remember...
[something swells in him as he continues to run his hands up and down the other's skin, the reality of his lover here with him once again finally starting to hit home. when he'd sealed the elemental away, he wasn't sure he would ever see him again, or remember him, but... here they both are, in each other's company. even if they weren't intimate, Melqal would be content to lie in bed in Morax's arms. he's missed him so, and he intends to make sure Morax knows this]
As for my patience... I am simply admiring your form. [Melqal wraps a hand around Morax's cock, thumb pressed against the tip, unmoving. he lets out a soft sigh] I can assure you, it is rapidly waning.
[a small warning, before he lets go and shifts downward to settle in between the other's legs, on his stomach. teasing kisses pepper along the inside of Morax's thighs, before Melqal drags his tongue along the underside of the shaft, up to the tip where it swirls around the head.
ah, yes, he tastes exactly how he remembers. an idle thought, before he engulfs him, slowly lowering his head down, easily swallowing Morax's cock. fascinating; is it because he's so expertly done this many times in the past that it's muscle memory still, or is it the fact that Dohalim himself had done this to many a liaison that his body has no gag reflex? either way, it does please him to know that there won't be any sort of adjustment to the appendage sliding down his throat as he completely hilts it.
he just has to wonder just how fast Morax's own patience will fade before those clawed hands are in his hair, forcing more of himself into his mouth. honestly, the idea of being a hole for the spirit to use does... excite him quite a bit, after all]