[at the feeling of Morax's tongue along his lips, Melqal grants it passage in as he moves to deepen the kiss, his own tongue entwining itself with the spirit's. he has to wonder if Morax will reveal its true length, but he gives the thought pause. he's not the only one inhabiting this body, nor is he the only one bearing witness to their pleasures. the last thing he wants is to scare Dohalim by letting himself and Morax fall into the indulgences the both of them are used to.
which is a shame, Melqal really would like to ride both of Morax's cocks again. maybe they can work up to it, at some point.
half lidded eyes peer down at Morax as he continues the ministrations of his tongue against the other's, wanting to taste every last bit of him. it unlocks those core memories, of every time they've found themselves like this, wrapped up in each other, in rapture, not stopping until the both of them are fully satisfied. his hand on Morax's horn still gently rubs at the junction where the base and his scalp meet, practiced fingers remembering just how to tease him, how to work him. Melqal's sure he could get the spirit off like this. sometimes it's so easy to push him into those carnal pleasures, and it always brings him joy to watch.
only when he needs breath does Melqal break the kiss, puffing out little breaths of air against Morax's lips. there's a soft smile on his lips]
Shine for me, my love.
[he grinds his hips down again, watching Morax, watching that golden gaze and letting himself be drawn into it. he truly is beautiful... and gods above is he lucky to have been the one to carve his heart out from the stone walls that kept it captive]
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which is a shame, Melqal really would like to ride both of Morax's cocks again. maybe they can work up to it, at some point.
half lidded eyes peer down at Morax as he continues the ministrations of his tongue against the other's, wanting to taste every last bit of him. it unlocks those core memories, of every time they've found themselves like this, wrapped up in each other, in rapture, not stopping until the both of them are fully satisfied. his hand on Morax's horn still gently rubs at the junction where the base and his scalp meet, practiced fingers remembering just how to tease him, how to work him. Melqal's sure he could get the spirit off like this. sometimes it's so easy to push him into those carnal pleasures, and it always brings him joy to watch.
only when he needs breath does Melqal break the kiss, puffing out little breaths of air against Morax's lips. there's a soft smile on his lips]
Shine for me, my love.
[he grinds his hips down again, watching Morax, watching that golden gaze and letting himself be drawn into it. he truly is beautiful... and gods above is he lucky to have been the one to carve his heart out from the stone walls that kept it captive]