And I will graciously accept all that you give me.
[he would be a fool not to, after all. while Morax can be a greedy creature at times, it isn't to say that he himself is not greedy. in fact, as human nature is wont to do, he may be even greedier when it comes to his lover, at times. how could he not be, when he's captured the heart of this magnificent creature, when he was so wary of other humans? how could he not be greedy when Morax had let him in, let him touch his very soul, let him see his true self? how could he not be greedy when he can easily call Morax his, much like Morax can call Melqal his?
they belong to each other, they're so entwined with each other that even the fates could not keep them apart. perhaps Melqal could consider it selfish, but there is very little he wouldn't do to make sure Morax stayed by his side, this time. he would move mountains if it meant that he could be with his lover until he grew old. it's thoughts like these that mostly push away the guilt of what he had to do. what was asked of him.
as much as he wants to keep teasing Morax, another part of him just wants to show his lover his appreciation for the second chance they're given, and an appreciation of the spirit himself. lifting a hand up, he gently threads his fingers with the ones brushing through his hair and along his face; he tilts his head slightly to kiss his palm. his other hand lets go of Morax's cock, fingers following the golden patterns along his body, much like the kisses moments before. he recommits to memory every single dip and curve of this form he'd come to love so dearly, the perfect meld of human and draconic spirit.
sliding back up, he captures Morax's lips with his, pulling him in for a deep, but brief kiss. a simple gesture that pours so much of his love and want into it. when he pulls away, he lets out a soft sigh that ghosts over Morax's face]
I am so irrevocably in love with you, Morax. There is nothing in this world, in this lifetime, and lifetimes of the past and future that could ever change that.
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[he would be a fool not to, after all. while Morax can be a greedy creature at times, it isn't to say that he himself is not greedy. in fact, as human nature is wont to do, he may be even greedier when it comes to his lover, at times. how could he not be, when he's captured the heart of this magnificent creature, when he was so wary of other humans? how could he not be greedy when Morax had let him in, let him touch his very soul, let him see his true self? how could he not be greedy when he can easily call Morax his, much like Morax can call Melqal his?
they belong to each other, they're so entwined with each other that even the fates could not keep them apart. perhaps Melqal could consider it selfish, but there is very little he wouldn't do to make sure Morax stayed by his side, this time. he would move mountains if it meant that he could be with his lover until he grew old. it's thoughts like these that mostly push away the guilt of what he had to do. what was asked of him.
as much as he wants to keep teasing Morax, another part of him just wants to show his lover his appreciation for the second chance they're given, and an appreciation of the spirit himself. lifting a hand up, he gently threads his fingers with the ones brushing through his hair and along his face; he tilts his head slightly to kiss his palm. his other hand lets go of Morax's cock, fingers following the golden patterns along his body, much like the kisses moments before. he recommits to memory every single dip and curve of this form he'd come to love so dearly, the perfect meld of human and draconic spirit.
sliding back up, he captures Morax's lips with his, pulling him in for a deep, but brief kiss. a simple gesture that pours so much of his love and want into it. when he pulls away, he lets out a soft sigh that ghosts over Morax's face]
I am so irrevocably in love with you, Morax. There is nothing in this world, in this lifetime, and lifetimes of the past and future that could ever change that.