[ah, he's so honest about it. Morax is used to that, but given his current circumstance, it brings about the faintest measure of a pout. especially as Melqal calls him out, calls him beautiful, and shares more little kisses with him.
that pout intensifies a little more, cheeks tinged red as Melqal stands to strip himself. it's certainly less effort than that regalia, true... and Morax is exceptionally drawn to him. yes, the body is different, but that definitely causes him no trouble.]
Ah... mmn. [fingers trail over his chest and it's almost worse than the more intimate touches to his cock, eyes half-lidded as he tries to answer.] Let me... let me. Taste you. It's been so long...
[and, right now, he wants nothing more than to please Melqal in every way he can. to feel him squirming against Morax's own tongue... ah, it makes his heartbeat pick up a little.]
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that pout intensifies a little more, cheeks tinged red as Melqal stands to strip himself. it's certainly less effort than that regalia, true... and Morax is exceptionally drawn to him. yes, the body is different, but that definitely causes him no trouble.]
Ah... mmn. [fingers trail over his chest and it's almost worse than the more intimate touches to his cock, eyes half-lidded as he tries to answer.] Let me... let me. Taste you. It's been so long...
[and, right now, he wants nothing more than to please Melqal in every way he can. to feel him squirming against Morax's own tongue... ah, it makes his heartbeat pick up a little.]