[for now, he's being conservative, but his tongue? that's something he doesn't really even think about changing, honestly. so few people would see it that he couldn't see a problem with its length, after all. it's tentative in the moment, curling as Melqal's entwines with it.
he's already so docile, kept largely lost to it with the way fingers rub at the base of his horn, pulling moans and gasps from him as his own knead idly at his lover's shoulders.]
Mel--melqal... this is unf-unfair-
[hips grind his and his body jolts a little, impatience wearing visibly on him. his gaze turns deep and hungry, brows furrowed with ill-restrained want. honestly... he's so weak to Melqal, and he has been for so long that it would feel strange, he thinks, to not be. shine, the man says, and what choice does he have but to acquiesce? worked up like he is, he's practically putty in the redhead's hands already.]
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he's already so docile, kept largely lost to it with the way fingers rub at the base of his horn, pulling moans and gasps from him as his own knead idly at his lover's shoulders.]
Mel--melqal... this is unf-unfair-
[hips grind his and his body jolts a little, impatience wearing visibly on him. his gaze turns deep and hungry, brows furrowed with ill-restrained want. honestly... he's so weak to Melqal, and he has been for so long that it would feel strange, he thinks, to not be. shine, the man says, and what choice does he have but to acquiesce? worked up like he is, he's practically putty in the redhead's hands already.]