[that reaction is at once one Morax should have expected and one that makes him jolt pleasantly. Hips tremble at the squeeze of Melqal's throat around his cock, the shift of heat around its length. It's a familiar pace somehow, even with how long it's been - and his thoughts on the matter are interrupted as fingers tease his taint and squeeze his balls, nails digging into his palms with the effort of keeping still.]
Ah-- haah... Mel... qal...
[It's cruel, teasing him like this. Melqal lifts his head and looks at him, the same as he always did, through long lashes and if the spirit wasn't so preoccupied by the sensations wracking through him after so long? He'd probably have something to say about it.
Instead, he just grits his teeth as his cock slips free of his lover's mouth, tail finally reacting on instinct to wrap around a leg and squeeze gently when his other hand wraps around the base of his cock. The redhead teases his slit, lapping up the liberal dribbling of precum there, and his brows furrow slightly with the effort of focus. It's so much, and still it's not enough. He wants so much more, and it'd be so easy to wrap his hands around his head, pull him downward...
But he doesn't. He can currently only think that absently, what with how he was being riled up. Even when he gives up holding himself back and his fingers thread into red hair in gentle urging, it's more a desperate plea than a demand, thumb brushing a cheekbone.]
Haaah... nngh... I missed you...
[He missed this too, naturally, but there's such a deep relief to it even while he's being teased. His head is tilted back, warm gaze filtered through his own lashes peering down at the man between his legs.]
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Ah-- haah... Mel... qal...
[It's cruel, teasing him like this. Melqal lifts his head and looks at him, the same as he always did, through long lashes and if the spirit wasn't so preoccupied by the sensations wracking through him after so long? He'd probably have something to say about it.
Instead, he just grits his teeth as his cock slips free of his lover's mouth, tail finally reacting on instinct to wrap around a leg and squeeze gently when his other hand wraps around the base of his cock. The redhead teases his slit, lapping up the liberal dribbling of precum there, and his brows furrow slightly with the effort of focus. It's so much, and still it's not enough. He wants so much more, and it'd be so easy to wrap his hands around his head, pull him downward...
But he doesn't. He can currently only think that absently, what with how he was being riled up. Even when he gives up holding himself back and his fingers thread into red hair in gentle urging, it's more a desperate plea than a demand, thumb brushing a cheekbone.]
Haaah... nngh... I missed you...
[He missed this too, naturally, but there's such a deep relief to it even while he's being teased. His head is tilted back, warm gaze filtered through his own lashes peering down at the man between his legs.]