[Despite the gentle thrum of want that courses through him, Morax does nothing to rush Melqal, nor does he give in to the impatience. Not yet.
Not as Melqal leans into his fingers, real and warm. It's all such a relief. Honestly, he'd started to forget what was true and what wasn't, after all the passing years. Without light and barely knitted together with the promises they made, he'd started to think that Melqal changed his mind. That what Morax had done had been as unforgivable as the spirit believed - as it had been before. Those haunting memories would never return, though.
Melqal has, and it stills the regret in his heart. Fills him with warmth and determination and possessiveness really. The idea of ever losing him, or indeed, losing Dohalim by extension... he doesn't like it. So he'll deny the possibility in this moment - it's easily done, after all, as the other teases him so. His thumb offers no relief, only dragging a long shudder down the man's spine.]
Nngh... ah... [There's something almost electric about the way Melqal kisses over his skin, following the patterns on it in gentle worship... though really, maybe that's just because Morax is so keyed up from his teasing to begin with.] anything... mmn. Anything you wish of me, you may have, Melqal. I have yearned for this... many times more than I can truly recall. To give myself to your whim and wishes, and to fall into rapture once more... ah, I will happily give everything.
[again, his fingers thread through soft hair and play along the lines of his face - new, in so many ways, but somehow familiar and beautiful in its own right. He's curious, too, what this body - what Dohalim enjoys. The idea of pleasing them both, eventually, is not at all unpleasant... but it also isn't a thought to be entertained right now. Not while the spirit has already practically begun to melt beneath his lover's touch.]
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Not as Melqal leans into his fingers, real and warm. It's all such a relief. Honestly, he'd started to forget what was true and what wasn't, after all the passing years. Without light and barely knitted together with the promises they made, he'd started to think that Melqal changed his mind. That what Morax had done had been as unforgivable as the spirit believed - as it had been before. Those haunting memories would never return, though.
Melqal has, and it stills the regret in his heart. Fills him with warmth and determination and possessiveness really. The idea of ever losing him, or indeed, losing Dohalim by extension... he doesn't like it. So he'll deny the possibility in this moment - it's easily done, after all, as the other teases him so. His thumb offers no relief, only dragging a long shudder down the man's spine.]
Nngh... ah... [There's something almost electric about the way Melqal kisses over his skin, following the patterns on it in gentle worship... though really, maybe that's just because Morax is so keyed up from his teasing to begin with.] anything... mmn. Anything you wish of me, you may have, Melqal. I have yearned for this... many times more than I can truly recall. To give myself to your whim and wishes, and to fall into rapture once more... ah, I will happily give everything.
[again, his fingers thread through soft hair and play along the lines of his face - new, in so many ways, but somehow familiar and beautiful in its own right. He's curious, too, what this body - what Dohalim enjoys. The idea of pleasing them both, eventually, is not at all unpleasant... but it also isn't a thought to be entertained right now. Not while the spirit has already practically begun to melt beneath his lover's touch.]