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[Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...
[it started out as vague dreams of what seemed to be a lifetime ago. something so foreign and yet familiar. even in his dreams, he can almost feel it, taste it, smell it. like warm stone on a summer’s day, like a strong embrace holding him steady. and in every dream, he sees the same person with golden eyes and a soft smile and all he can feel is a warm fondness for them.
who is he, Dohalim would ask himself, as he would reach out to him.
and that point is when his dream would turn into a nightmare; in a flash, all he can see is carnage, and that person who he’d felt that fondness for would look at him with a frenzied fire in those golden pools, his face contorted into what seems to be pure, unadulterated rage. why… he can feel the fear piercing his heart, along with a certain pain he can’t quite put his finger on, that he has to watch this man fall into his wrath and despair.
”My apologies…” he remembers saying, before he would wake up with a start, brow damp with sweat as he would sit up in his bed. at first, that dream wasn’t nearly as frequent, but now, it seems like it’s occurring every night. what does it mean? who is that man in his dreams?
what happened?
come morning, however, that dream becomes a passing thought, as it usually does, as he starts his day. it’s only a dream; he doesn’t need to dwell on it.
there had been reports of a sudden spike of astral energy in Traslida Highway, one that Dohalim had taken upon himself to investigate (much to the chagrin of his guardsmen). if it has anything to do with earth astral energy, who better than the lord whose affinity of that very element? if anything goes wrong, he would be the most capable of containing it, at least. what mattered most is that the citizens of his realm are safe.
but it’s strange, as he walks out of Viscint, that he doesn’t need to be told where the anomaly is. he can… almost hear a quiet whisper, indiscernible in its words, but pulling him towards where he needs to go. it’s as if he’s lost all autonomy of his body, falling into a sort of trance, but the pull doesn’t feel malicious in its intent. in fact, it feels almost as familiar as the feeling in his dreams; he has to wonder why that is.
as he approaches the new rock formation in the Tietal Plains, Dohalim strains to listen to guardsman speaking to him; something about how it had appeared overnight, and that they had deployed a small platoon to stop anyone from entering it. but the whispers nearly drown him out, beckoning Dohalim to walk through the portal. it’s reckless, he knows, to walk into something without even an inkling of what awaits on the other side, but nothing in him tells him to stop as he steps forward towards the barrier. he holds a hand up, as if to feel the energy radiating off it, and before anyone could pull him back, Dohalim steps forward. he hears one of the guards call out his name, only for it to be muted once he’s on the other side.
just where is he…?]
who is he, Dohalim would ask himself, as he would reach out to him.
and that point is when his dream would turn into a nightmare; in a flash, all he can see is carnage, and that person who he’d felt that fondness for would look at him with a frenzied fire in those golden pools, his face contorted into what seems to be pure, unadulterated rage. why… he can feel the fear piercing his heart, along with a certain pain he can’t quite put his finger on, that he has to watch this man fall into his wrath and despair.
”My apologies…” he remembers saying, before he would wake up with a start, brow damp with sweat as he would sit up in his bed. at first, that dream wasn’t nearly as frequent, but now, it seems like it’s occurring every night. what does it mean? who is that man in his dreams?
what happened?
come morning, however, that dream becomes a passing thought, as it usually does, as he starts his day. it’s only a dream; he doesn’t need to dwell on it.
there had been reports of a sudden spike of astral energy in Traslida Highway, one that Dohalim had taken upon himself to investigate (much to the chagrin of his guardsmen). if it has anything to do with earth astral energy, who better than the lord whose affinity of that very element? if anything goes wrong, he would be the most capable of containing it, at least. what mattered most is that the citizens of his realm are safe.
but it’s strange, as he walks out of Viscint, that he doesn’t need to be told where the anomaly is. he can… almost hear a quiet whisper, indiscernible in its words, but pulling him towards where he needs to go. it’s as if he’s lost all autonomy of his body, falling into a sort of trance, but the pull doesn’t feel malicious in its intent. in fact, it feels almost as familiar as the feeling in his dreams; he has to wonder why that is.
as he approaches the new rock formation in the Tietal Plains, Dohalim strains to listen to guardsman speaking to him; something about how it had appeared overnight, and that they had deployed a small platoon to stop anyone from entering it. but the whispers nearly drown him out, beckoning Dohalim to walk through the portal. it’s reckless, he knows, to walk into something without even an inkling of what awaits on the other side, but nothing in him tells him to stop as he steps forward towards the barrier. he holds a hand up, as if to feel the energy radiating off it, and before anyone could pull him back, Dohalim steps forward. he hears one of the guards call out his name, only for it to be muted once he’s on the other side.
just where is he…?]
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[shifting around slightly, Melqal rests the side of his head on Morax's shoulder, his arms sliding around his waist. Not without his own anxieties, but facing the brunt of what is clearly plaguing Dohalim, it does make him cling to his lover a little more. So much has happened, and it's only been several hours... No doubt that, among other things, this must be a confusing time for his other self. For that anxiety to bleed through, even to him...]
Would you stay here with me for a while? I... Am not sure I would like to be alone, right now.
[there's a weariness in his voice, indicative of what both Melqal and Dohalim must be feeling at the same time]
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[it's so automatic, as Melqal leans on him and slides arms around his waist. long fingers brush through his hair in soft, soothing motions, his stance a solid support for his lover.]
... Have I ever been known to say no to you, my love? I feel that is... perhaps best, truthfully. And... I don't care to be alone right now, either, in truth.
[gently, he'll start to lead Melqal back to the bed, intending to sit for a little while and just... be in the other's presence. he's missed it, and even wanting to get to know Dohalim doesn't help that feeling fade, of course.]
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Mm... Your tail...
[a small comfort, one that he would very much like, right now. a security blanket, of sorts, he just wants to feel the weight of it on him. just to remind himself that this is all real, still, and not some figment of his desperate imagination.
it really does seem that Dohalim's anxiety is affecting him, as well.
Melqal takes a deep breath in, as if trying to fill his senses with Morax's presence, to commit to memory everything about him. it provides a little comfort, at least]
...Forgive me for my malapropos. It seems that Dohalim's anxieties are affecting me, as well.
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Curling it over Melqal's waist, the lower half winds itself around one of the redhead's legs, secure but not tight. It's just enough to remind him that the man is here, is real, isn't going to just... disappear.]
... he's hardly the only one. [Morax chuckles weakly, leaning in to pull the other into a kiss. It's slightly less chaste as the last have been, a little more desperate.] I thought I...
[shaking his head, he keeps up those kisses, reacquainting himself with Melqal's presence. Instead of dwelling on the painful memories, he switches track. He can't help it, they were both always so desperate for one another.]
There is part of me that very much wants to rile you up, like we always did. To recall all of you... [would it be at Dohalim's expense though? He supposes that would depend on who was doing the work and who was enduring it.]
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he nearly asks what Morax had meant before he's pulled into another series of kisses; both hands now roaming his body, remembering every muscle, every curve and dip of his body. the firmness in some places, but the softness in others. it's as he remembers; nothing has changed. it's pleasing, to say the least, though, he does have to wonder about something, especially after what Morax says next]
Mm... I would not say no...
[it's the same thought Melqal has; if Dohalim would be alright about it. he's had his fair share of intimate encounters, so it's not as if he's prudish in that regard, but... perhaps he can ask, if it gets to that point]
However... I do have to wonder if you're still sensitive here.
[his fingers trail to the base of Morax's tail, touch featherlight and teasing, just to test the waters. Morax can rile him up, yes, but Melqal knows just how much of a begging, desperate mess he can render the elemental just by this touch alone]
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No? I'm quite surprised...
[he's not surprised at all, of course. they're both considerate, of course, and both of them want Dohalim to feel comfortable in this, so it makes sense to wait. of course, that's assuming they can keep their hands off of each other, and that's a tall order, except--]
Ah? A--ah...
[no doubt it'll please Melqal to see just how sensitive he still is there, cheeks heating up as fingers trail just so lightly over his tail. the thought of riling Melqal up takes a backseat immediately, and his hips rise up into the teasing touch, as if asking for more.]
Is it that surprising that I am the same as I was, Melqal? [oh, there's a little of that pouting feeling as he nuzzles into the other man's shoulder, as if that will hide how his tail squeezes his leg a little more, encouraging those touches.] I don't dislike being sensitive for you...
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[it really does please him that he can still elicit such reactions out of Morax, even now. he lets his thumb graze the base idly, watching his lover with a mischievous look on his face. he knows that the other likes being teased like so, even pushed to the point of begging for more than just a simple touch. really, it's rather exhilarating, to be the one to be able to do this to the elemental]
I wonder what people would have said in our time... [Melqal gives his tail a squeeze] ...If they knew that I could render you in a state of rapture with just a touch.
[really, it is a thought that has passed through his mind on more than one occasion; a diety such as Morax, a symbol of earth and strength, unable to be shaken so easily, floored by his own whims. that isn't to say that Morax himself doesn't know what buttons to push to render him in that same state. but he supposes it's just a matter of who gives in first]
Only I can shake you to your core, yes?
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[Morax certainly does like this, and after a moment of soft gasping and sighs in response to Melqal's gentle teasing, his lips press to the man's neck, tongue lapping gently there between featherlight kisses. It drives him forward a little at a time, mind just faintly cloudy as the other speaks.]
They would... nngh-! [He still knows all the right places to touch, and it's... heartening somehow.] Ah... they wouldn't know what to do with the... scandal.
[It's an absolutely trivial acquiescence, surrendering all of his stoicism and sturdiness to the touch of a hand - of this man's hand, in particular. On another night, he might take up the fight to see who gives in first, but...
Perhaps he's been more lonely than he realised. Even with the other here, with the uncertainty of how to handle Dohalim, things hadn't been so clear cut in sharing time with them both. The constant stumbles haven't helped him over the course of the day.]
Only you, my treasure. I bow to no other. [shifting, he presses his weight into his lover's embrace. Voice warm and rich, he rises up to press kisses and nibbles to Melqal's jaw. His tail uncoils briefly to slide higher up his thigh, unperturbed by the loose fabrics covering his legs - even if it takes a little effort not to get tangled in them.] No one else could even draw near to my core, let alone shake me to it. They would regret it if they tried.
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so he doesn't stop teasing the spirit, as he gently tugs at the tail. hearing Morax's devotion to him, and fully knowing his devotion to the elemental is just as deep, it blooms warmth in his heart knowing that their love had transcended even time itself. aside from Dohalim, if his and Morax's relationship develops into something like that, Melqal isn't so inclined in sharing his lover with anyone else (despite making several jokes about it in their past); it brings him so much joy knowing that this astral spirit is his. possessive as it may be, again, he knows Morax has the same thoughts. and really, it's not like he minds the other being so possessive over hi, either]
Mm, I'm glad that I am the only one who is allowed to. I would hate for someone else to be able to shake you so easily like I can. I find myself... Not wanting those who cannot appreciate you to see you at your most vulnerable.
But... That is to say, I would not want anyone else to see how vulnerable you make me when like this. This is only for you, my love.
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It's such a sweet feeling, sharing their devotion this way. Everything could easily have ended, could have gone on with the reality of mortal lifetimes and such sad facts... but it didn't. And it's something he can share in some way with Dohalim, if it goes that way; not the depths of their circumstance, but the warmth of knowing someone equally as kind and persistent as his lover. It's funny, actually, to think there might be someone who doesn't set off either man's jealousy - even if there's a shared body involved. Morax listens as he speaks, the quiet sense of possession and jealousy in his tone absolutely exhilarating.]
... you're mine, after all. [There's a little rumble there, as his golden gaze peers upward.] If anyone were allowed to see you do indisposed, it would only be to show them the briefest glimpse of what they could never earn. [His words are almost sinister in their honesty, and hands reach up to cup Melqal's face and pull him into a kiss.] Only mine... all mine. As I am yours.
[another kiss, and Morax encroaches on Melqal's space more still. He's kept docile by the hand on his tail, making his threatening presence remarkably muted, even cute.]
I truly missed this, my love... even if you are still a terrible tease.
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eventually, he does pull away from those kisses, but only just barely, his lips brushing against the spirit's as he speaks]
A terrible tease, hm...
[if that's what Morax is truly going to call him, then he'll just have to deliver on that title. firmly gripping onto his tail, Melqal strokes it, fingers digging slightly into the base, in the spots where he knows is the most sensitive. to think, to have something so erogenous so exposed in his true form... not that other people know. a well kept secret, and one that Melqal intends to keep.
he continues the ministrations against the appendage, holding the other close to him. he knows that if he does continue, he'll have to take care of more... pressing matters, but after hundreds of years of not being Morax's embrace, is that truly a terrible thing? he thinks not.
however, he still has to remind Morax just how much of a tease he really is. so, he continues to rile the other up, before he suddenly just stops, pulling his hand away and very gently nudging him away]
Perhaps we should stop for a moment. An attendant will be around shortly to help with-- [he gestures to the regalia on him] --This.
[the same mischievous grin is still on his face, fully knowing exactly what he was doing]
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[there's the familiar hitch of breath, a soft noise that's dangerously close to a squeak when Melqal grips his tail, fingers curling around the redhead's shoulders. it really is a weakness none other knows, something that he had once had much more control over really. or, more accurately, he has much more control over it for other people.
for Melqal though, he's like this. every little stroke of his hand, press of fingers digging into the base, has him arching and squirming for more. Morax's breath ghosts against his shoulder, moans muffled into his arm. held just so, there's really nowhere for him to go, even if he'd wanted to.
and Gods, but he doesn't want to. after so long, how could he? he's finally getting to spend time with his lover again, and--
--and Melqal just stops, all that electric stimulation crawling up his spine one last time.]
Ah--haah... you-- [it takes a moment for his mind to catch up, eyes a little brighter for his arousal. his voice is breathy when he speaks again.] --nngh. You are the worst... what do you expect me to do until then?
[Melqal knows perfectly well what he's done and how long Morax's habit of compliance lingers - more than enough to know that he's going to have to answer for this, but that there's just enough sense left in the
lizarddraconic spirit's head that he doesn't just pin him down and make his demands.if he did, he'd at least feel guilty for Dohalim later.]
I assume you don't want anyone to find out about this, of course.
[he gives another squeeze of his tail against Melqal's leg before unwinding it again, actually huffing as he shifts to wiggle free from his embrace. you know, since he suggested it and all.
there is absolutely a pout on his face, cheeks tinged pink with want.]
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While it's no secret of Dohalim's... Trysts he does indulge in every so often, I suppose having you here so soon after inviting you into the palace may be a little too forward for the staff here to accept. The last thing I'd want is to raise concern of you infiltrating his inner circle.
[but, what to do, what to do... it's not like he can send Morax to his room half aroused (okay, maybe he can, but that would really be leaning into Morax's accusations of how much of a tease Melqal really is, and it would also just be a little too mean)... and he isn't close to being done with the other, yet. he still wants to explore the spirit's body, to see if it's just exactly as he remembers]
They should not be here for several more minutes if you want to take a moment to calm down. If you want to go back to your room, there may be a change of clothes that would be looser and more to your liking. Though, I am sure you may be able to stay if you would like... It is not like Dohalim is body shy.
[even though he has comments to make about his appearance. he sits up on his bed, reaching to brush a hand through the dark, silky tresses of Morax's hair]
But if you do go, you must come back here. I am not quite done with you... I want to remember how you taste.
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Didn't you just say I shouldn't raise the notice of the staff? I would happily stay here otherwise... and more happily explore this body of yours myself.
[His eyes close again as fingers brush through his hair, a soft sigh on his lips.]
I would rather be here, even without that promise... besides, I have no intention of letting you get away with riling me up only to stop abruptly. [leaning in, he presses a kiss to the corner of Melqal's.] How long should I wait before returning to you...? Or... where shall I wait, if I needn't leave?
[regrettably, he'll probably have to hide his tail for the duration either way, but still.]
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[Melqal offers Morax a cheeky grin at that, before pressing another soft kiss to his lips. he doesn't address his contradiction, fully knowing what he said, and if anything, he could probably convince whoever comes in to let the other stay. but he does have to wonder if Dohalim has any intention of coming out, seeming like he does so every time he's in the face of anyone who doesn't know about this... situation. perhaps as to not raise any concern or unwanted attention which... Melqal is very thankful for. but he also doesn't want Dohalim to feel like it's some sort of obligation, but truly, it is the type of person that he is.
as his mind wanders to his other self, he also has to wonder just how far he's allowed to push things. it's no secret that Dohalim's intimate affairs include both men and women, but... he's not the one in control here. he would say it's fine, but would it really be? and with how he and Morax can be when together... hm. perhaps he can meditate on it and ask Dohalim while he-- they? are getting changed.
as for the spirit... Melqal gestures to the couches in the opposite corner of the room, by the low table situated in between them]
You may be able to wait there.
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[Morax isn't the least bit upset as he replies, scolding words tempered by a soft, warm smile. Returning the kiss without hesitation, he reaches up to brush Melqal's hair back. This first night alone provides so many curiosities, nigh endless questions with no clear answers as yet. How far they should go, what Dohalim might want, how to deal with his servants and these odd circumstances... for now, the spirit puts the thought aside.]
... then I shall. Perhaps the attendant won't notice, or realise who I am, hm?
[It's a small possibility, at least. Across the room and out of the way of the servant's work, he supposes he can just watch. Knowing how the redhead's regalia is removed won't hurt matters, either... even if they go no further, there's a selfish part of him that would lie to strip Melqal - and Dohalim, probably - himself. Indulging himself in one last kiss, this one a little deeper than the others, he pulls away to move, examining the couches and table before settling down on one. His tail doesn't disappear, but it's easy enough to hide it against his leg, curling down out of sight behind the low table.]
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[as Morax settles down on the couch, a soft knock can be heard at the door, before a servant walks in. there's an exchange of warm smiles and polite nods, but no comments are exchanged about both Dohalim and Morax leaving dinner early. in fact, there isn't much conversation between the both of them as Melqal is stripped of his vestiges, carefully so, but with a practiced swiftness. the servant doesn't even mention Morax sitting on the couch when he notices. whatever his lord does in his private time is exactly that: private.
the silence does give Melqal a moment to try to prod at Dohalim, to see if he can get some sort of permission to do... whatever it is that he and Morax would like to do. and not just a passive affirmation that yes, he can, but actual expressed permission. he's fairly sure he won't, but it won't hurt to try... and he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wouldn't want Morax to bed him, especially after so long. it's such a strange situation, and even with Dohalim's insistence... perhaps he could be present for this, as well, if Morax would let him. to show him that there are those who do care deeply for him.
it's another strange thought, with everything being brought to the forefront so suddenly, that Melqal would, without a doubt, say he cares deeply for his other self. perhaps it's because he knows him too well at this point not to care...
"Is there anything else you need, my lord?"
the soft voice pulls Melqal out of his thoughts, not noticing that he'd been stripped down and clothed in something a bit more appropriate for bed]
Ah... I believe that will be all, thank you.
[and with a slight nod, the servant walks out, leaving the both of them. Melqal turns his attention to Morax, a hand coming up to gently rub at his neck; those neck rings are rather uncomfortable, now that they're taken off]
May I ask you a question, Morax?
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[There's a warm little chuckle in response. And then... well, the quiet is not the most unpleasant sensation, even as the servant arrives. He's quick and professional in his actions, and Morax finds himself curious as to the nature of such a life, what it must be like...
Though really, he tries not to put any expectation on servitude. His own had been unpleasant, and it's clear that the same is not shown here, as it wasn't with Melqal himself. The sound of jewelry pulls him out of his absent observations, bewildered by the idea of wearing so many clothes (are... were those two pairs of pants???) But recalling something about the importance of regalia being striking or... something.
He has to wonder if Dohalim feels the same, in some way. The man must find it a bit heavy, given his circumstances... a weight he never asked for, and one that he's so determined to carry alone... it would be a lie to say that, despite the fact that they've only just truly met, the astral creature shares no concern or care for him. It's partly informed by Melqal's own feelings, but nonetheless.
When the servant leaves, Morax turns his attention fully to him again.]
Mm? Of course you may. What is it?
[It's such an abruptly awkward feeling question that he isn't really sure that Dohalim hasn't retaken the fore. Either way, the man rises to his feet to close the distance between them again, his tail grazing the ground as he does.]
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perhaps, in time, they may be used to being away from each other for short periods. but for now, Melqal wants to be attached to Morax]
About Dohalim...
[how does he go about this tactfully. how does he even word it? he also has to wonder what the other would say, if he would agree to it, or if it would be a hard no, only wanting Melqal himself and not to be accompanied by the other Renan. there's no doubt just how intimate he and the spirit will be by the night's end, but...]
Would you be opposed to letting Dohalim join us in mind? I... Would like him to feel the love you have for me. To let him feel the same warmth, the same excitement, the same catharsis I feel whenever I'm with you.
I will be here in body and mind for you, as I always was. I just want him to be present, as well, if you would allow it.
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Right now, he wants nothing more than to be here with his love, to share in his thoughts and space. The intimacy of it will come as it does, but that's only a small part of their relationship in the end.]
Hm.
[It's a slow sound, one that invokes thought rather than disappointment or anger. It's a suggestion that deserves proper thought, after all.
To involve Dohalim in their affairs could potentially be a double edged sword, after all. While Morax and Melqal both harbor little worry that the spirit will harbor at least some measure of that same love and affection, will that be the same of Dohalim himself?
Fingers brush Melqal's hair back, cradling his cheek before he speaks.]
... if you are unworried as to how he may perceive it, I am not opposed. If he is curious as to how it feels, I'm happy to provide that... it does seem like something he himself deserves more than he believes. [His concerns are mostly mild, granted. The other man certainly understands Dohalim better than he...] I would change nothing in either case, of course... I doubt that I could even begin to try to mute my feelings for you anymore.
[Nor would he want to.]
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I suppose you could say that he and I had a conversation while I was getting changed.
[is that what he can call it? it's strange, speaking as if he and Dohalim had a conversation face to face, but in their mind... but it also sounded clear as day; there's no doubt that there are two minds in one body. they're both separate people, with different thoughts and experiences. similar are they when it comes to the minute details, but they're both different people.
Melqal thinks it's better this way. the fact that the both of them are here rather than he completely take over Dohalim's body and life. he wants the other to thrive in his own life (even if he's so determined to die), to continue to have those different experiences, to lead a life he wants to, rather than be tied to his duties and obligations. Melqal supposes that they way to do it is through means like this, to have him experience what he and Morax have with each other, to pull him into their warmth, to remind him that it's alright to have emotions such as this, and it's alright for him to enjoy these things.
honestly, he's still surprised that Dohalim had agreed to it. Melqal just hopes he doesn't raise too much concern when he and Morax eventually do really go at each other. they can... sometimes be a lot. sure, he's given Dohalim a small warning, but Melqal's worried that he may have downplayed that a little bit.
especially when all he wants is to either be ruined, or ruin Morax]
He's agreed to it, at least, and I did mention to him that if it is too much, we can stop. I only want him to be as comfortable as I can make it for him.
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[both that it's so easy to converse with Dohalim, and that the man's agreed to this idea altogether. there's a small part of him that wonders how he would react, were he in Dohalim's shoes. knowing that he's the host to another, even so similar as they are... well, it's impossible to say without being there, really.
and it's not important, in the moment. Morax shifts forward to press his lips to Melqal's, soft and warm.]
Mm. Then I have no objections. Shall we? I believe you suggested you had things you wanted, my love.
[... he may have gotten himself largely under control, but Melqal knows full well just how tenuous that tether is.]
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[are a lot of things. there are too many to list, especially when it comes to his lover, but Melqal supposes they should start somewhere. a hand sneaks down to Morax's tail again, hand gently cradling the underside of it as he gives it a gentle squeeze]
There are many things I want, Morax. But like I said, I want to see if you taste the way I remember. [he leans in, lips brushing against Morax's ear] I want to see you squirm as I pleasure you with my mouth.
[again, Melqal knows exactly how to press Morax's buttons to drive him to near insanity, even by words alone. he also knows the stretch of the other's imagination but he can only assume what the spirit is thinking and imagining as he speaks]
But I also want to be on top... To ride you and watch as I bring you to ruin until we are both satisfied. [he squeezes Morax's tail again as he slowly walks the other back to the bed] Fill me until I cannot be filled anymore. I want it all, and I want you, my love.
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Haah... ah... you are-- [lips brush the spirit's ear and he bites back a whine, another press against another weakness the man knows entirely too well. the idea of it alone is more than enough to get him going, fingers curling against the fabric of his nightclothes.] mm... of course...
[really, he's so disgustingly weak to his lover, and it's only half the sensitivity the man is exploiting. fingers squeeze his tail and it's as trivial as ever to lead him to the bed. his own reach up to cradle Melqal's face when he's settling back on it.]
Anything you want, my love. I've missed you so much... and this side of you is so... mm. [leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his lover's lips, warm and a little desperate.] I would not be able to refuse you even if you hadn't teased me so, you know. You're so honest and so greedy right now...
But I assume you would like to do the work yourself, too. I will try to keep my hands to myself...
[he's not sure if he'll succeed in the least, of course. Melqal is welcome to do things to help with that, if he so chooses.]
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[as they both settle back down onto the bed, Melqal leans over Morax, lifting the spirit's thighs to nestle on top of his (mindful of his tail), before gently pinning his wrists over his head. he's feeling fairly dominant at the moment, wanting so much to watch the other fall apart with whatever he can give him, to hear those desperate pleas for more until he loses himself to the rapture of their lust. he knows that he's the only one who can see the spirit in such a way (present situation notwithstanding) that it only excites him even more to want to do it to him]
Show me your true self... I want to see the great and powerful Morax fall to the whims of a mere mortal.
[he won't expect Morax to keep his hands to himself for too long, knowing just how desperate he is to touch his lover again, but it isn't to say he won't mind it. perhaps a small punishment, but he also wants those warm, strong hands to light fiery trails along his skin. if it weren't for the fact that it's not his body, but Dohalim's, he'd ask Morax to mark him.
there's a mischievous grin on his face, as he leans down to capture the other's lips again, a growing desperation apparent in the kiss this time. knowing that there won't be any (planned) interruptions for the rest of the night, and knowing that Dohalim is more or less alright with this, he can finally get down to it.
as he breaks the kiss, he lets his lips trail a path of more kisses and nips along Morax's jaw, up to one of his ears to nip at his earlobe]
I want to ruin you.
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