eggbowl | [Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...

[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…?]

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Of course. I've no doubt.

[Morax's gaze is warm as Melqal moves, lips parting lightly in response to the brush of a thumb against them. There's curiosity there for the Renan's state of mind, as they're both rather malleable. Of course, after so long, is it any wonder their hunger is so deep?

The shift of hips pushes the spirit upward just a little, and he gives a soft rumble as Melqal reaches for his top. It's not so difficult, at least, and once the shirt is removed he can breathe a little sigh of relief. It really is such... stuffy fabric, isn't it?]

Mm... I'm certainly glad that has not changed. I would be loath to change much more from this, under my own preference.

[This humanoid form may not be the first form he'd taken, but in his time with Melqal he had come to favor it very much. Regardless, his breath hitches when fingertips circle his nipples, nubs hardening easily under the stimulation. His skin shifts from pale at his chest to a deep, dappled grey along his arms, lined with a familiar golden patterning and patches of firm scales.

It feels strange to be so... indulgently idle, but he did promise to try and behave. His hands move little until it's necessary to help remove his shirt, and after they lace back together above his head, pressed neatly into the bed. Soon enough, he finds the aching pressure of his pants relieved, and the spirit exhales a shuddering groan when Melqal peels fabric from the burgeoning flesh of his cock.

His feet shift when those shoes are removed, still delicate but tipped with claws, all of him bared for his lover's viewing. It certainly has an effect on the spirit, tail twitching and swaying beside him.]

You are one to-- haah-- to speak, my love... you are both quite-- attractive.

[hands nudge his legs apart and he obliges without hesitation, shivering as a hand follows the muscular line of his thigh, eyes nearly falling closed.]

Mmn... this is... downright patient of you, isn't it...

[okay, okay. He may not be feeling so patient, not after the earlier teasing and how good his lover's touch feels after so long. Above his head, his hands shift and toy with one another, trying to find some measure of solace in behaving. It's a pretty herculean effort at the moment, one he's like to abandon before much longer.]

I could never be as beautiful as you.

[eyes linger on Morax's cock, that hunger in his eyes growing, but... not yet. he won't indulge just yet. Melqal instead lets his hands roam along Morax's body, trailing along the golden patterns he's come to familiarise himself with. it's good to know that they're the same as he remembers, along with the patches of scales he also brushes against]

You are as I remember...

[something swells in him as he continues to run his hands up and down the other's skin, the reality of his lover here with him once again finally starting to hit home. when he'd sealed the elemental away, he wasn't sure he would ever see him again, or remember him, but... here they both are, in each other's company. even if they weren't intimate, Melqal would be content to lie in bed in Morax's arms. he's missed him so, and he intends to make sure Morax knows this]

As for my patience... I am simply admiring your form. [Melqal wraps a hand around Morax's cock, thumb pressed against the tip, unmoving. he lets out a soft sigh] I can assure you, it is rapidly waning.

[a small warning, before he lets go and shifts downward to settle in between the other's legs, on his stomach. teasing kisses pepper along the inside of Morax's thighs, before Melqal drags his tongue along the underside of the shaft, up to the tip where it swirls around the head.

ah, yes, he tastes exactly how he remembers. an idle thought, before he engulfs him, slowly lowering his head down, easily swallowing Morax's cock. fascinating; is it because he's so expertly done this many times in the past that it's muscle memory still, or is it the fact that Dohalim himself had done this to many a liaison that his body has no gag reflex? either way, it does please him to know that there won't be any sort of adjustment to the appendage sliding down his throat as he completely hilts it.

he just has to wonder just how fast Morax's own patience will fade before those clawed hands are in his hair, forcing more of himself into his mouth. honestly, the idea of being a hole for the spirit to use does... excite him quite a bit, after all]

You are setting an unfair expectation... nngh...

[Dohalim's wandering whets Morax's gluttonous possession, stirring slow in his belly. Hands brushing his skin leave him longing for more, and the spirit has to focus to keep his hands in place already.]

Melqal... [Oh, that's agonist a whine as fingers curl around his cock, thumb pressed against the tip and unmoving against its throbbing.] Haah... ah... I forgot how keen you are to tease so much...

[It really isn't that bad, he's just impatient today. More than just sharing space, he wants to drown in his lover. Teasing kisses and the drag of the man's tongue only draw up another small groan, Morax's legs spread in offering.

And then... and then heat swallows his cock, sliding down over its sizeable form remarkably easily really. The spirit relaxes into the bed a little as his lover sinks down, hips shifting just a little when the head bunts the back of his throat and slides in to the hilt.]

Mmn... you're so greedy, my love...

[They both are, and always have been in truth. For now, the brunette maintains his poise, only grinding his hips up briefly to test his lover's mouth. It won't last long, he knows. His hands already itch to sink into his hair and guide him along.]

[all Morax gets in response is a well timed hum as Melqal presses the head of his cock against his throat, letting the gentle reverb vibrate against it. greedy doesn't even begin to describe what he is right now; he wants all of Morax, and so much more. whatever the spirit can give him, he will graciously accept it in kind. it's fairly obvious who is taking the reigns on this one, but honestly, if Morax were to flip the tables, so to speak, and take all of him, he would say nothing but let him. he has to remind himself that this is not his body alone, that he needs to be mindful of Dohalim but... the very idea, like earlier, of being used so thoroughly by the other excites him so.

thankfully, his nightwear is loose, his own cock growing harder as he lets his throat constrict around Morax's erection, before slowly bobbing his head up and down. a hand comes up to brush his fingers against his taint, before cradling his balls, squeezing gently. he knows all the ways to rile the deity up, to push him into that delicious desperation, and it always does please him to know that he's the only one who can do it. the only one who's allowed to do it.

after all, Morax is his, as much as he belongs to him.

he does lift his head back up to look at Morax though his eyelashes, letting his cock slip out of his mouth with a soft pop. his other hand comes up to wrap his fingers around the base as his tongue swirls around the head, pressing against the slit. he watches for every reaction, every slip as Morax descends further into madness]

[that reaction is at once one Morax should have expected and one that makes him jolt pleasantly. Hips tremble at the squeeze of Melqal's throat around his cock, the shift of heat around its length. It's a familiar pace somehow, even with how long it's been - and his thoughts on the matter are interrupted as fingers tease his taint and squeeze his balls, nails digging into his palms with the effort of keeping still.]

Ah-- haah... Mel... qal...

[It's cruel, teasing him like this. Melqal lifts his head and looks at him, the same as he always did, through long lashes and if the spirit wasn't so preoccupied by the sensations wracking through him after so long? He'd probably have something to say about it.

Instead, he just grits his teeth as his cock slips free of his lover's mouth, tail finally reacting on instinct to wrap around a leg and squeeze gently when his other hand wraps around the base of his cock. The redhead teases his slit, lapping up the liberal dribbling of precum there, and his brows furrow slightly with the effort of focus. It's so much, and still it's not enough. He wants so much more, and it'd be so easy to wrap his hands around his head, pull him downward...

But he doesn't. He can currently only think that absently, what with how he was being riled up. Even when he gives up holding himself back and his fingers thread into red hair in gentle urging, it's more a desperate plea than a demand, thumb brushing a cheekbone.]

Haaah... nngh... I missed you...

[He missed this too, naturally, but there's such a deep relief to it even while he's being teased. His head is tilted back, warm gaze filtered through his own lashes peering down at the man between his legs.]

[watching Morax react to every small thing he does gets a soft chuckle out of Melqal; he does love watching the other fall apart so slowly. it's only a matter of time before he lays himself out open for him to claim him completely, to hear those desperate pleas for anything Melqal could give him. that desperation is like music to his ears, music he's missed hearing after being away from his lover for so long. he wants to hear it so badly...

he lifts his head up completely, tongue pulled away to be replaced by this thumb again. his head tilts into Morax's touch, sighing softly at the gentle warmth. he's missed all of this, too... to finally be reunited with his love once more; he can vaguely remember, from one of his past incarnations, thinking that he would never see Morax again. the thought always filled Melqal with dread and regret, with thoughts that, maybe, he should have done something different other than seal the spirit away.

but here he is now, in his glorious need, as he remembers before all of that. the Morax laid before him is the one from his memories, down to the way he smells and tastes and feels... he's found him again, and everything be damned if he'll let him go again]

I've missed you too, my love... So, so much... To have you here again... [he leans down to trail kisses along the golden patterns along Morax's body] You are as I remember. I want to give you all of me, as well as take all of you, if you will allow it.

[Despite the gentle thrum of want that courses through him, Morax does nothing to rush Melqal, nor does he give in to the impatience. Not yet.

Not as Melqal leans into his fingers, real and warm. It's all such a relief. Honestly, he'd started to forget what was true and what wasn't, after all the passing years. Without light and barely knitted together with the promises they made, he'd started to think that Melqal changed his mind. That what Morax had done had been as unforgivable as the spirit believed - as it had been before. Those haunting memories would never return, though.

Melqal has, and it stills the regret in his heart. Fills him with warmth and determination and possessiveness really. The idea of ever losing him, or indeed, losing Dohalim by extension... he doesn't like it. So he'll deny the possibility in this moment - it's easily done, after all, as the other teases him so. His thumb offers no relief, only dragging a long shudder down the man's spine.]

Nngh... ah... [There's something almost electric about the way Melqal kisses over his skin, following the patterns on it in gentle worship... though really, maybe that's just because Morax is so keyed up from his teasing to begin with.] anything... mmn. Anything you wish of me, you may have, Melqal. I have yearned for this... many times more than I can truly recall. To give myself to your whim and wishes, and to fall into rapture once more... ah, I will happily give everything.

[again, his fingers thread through soft hair and play along the lines of his face - new, in so many ways, but somehow familiar and beautiful in its own right. He's curious, too, what this body - what Dohalim enjoys. The idea of pleasing them both, eventually, is not at all unpleasant... but it also isn't a thought to be entertained right now. Not while the spirit has already practically begun to melt beneath his lover's touch.]

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.

[his fingertips curl against his lover's as the man kisses his palm, a smile twitching at his lips. it doesn't bother him in the least, for now, to just watch as he's practically worshipped. there's something about it that's almost overwhelming, despite Morax's own origins.

Melqal is so... sentimental. it's something that Morax appreciates immensely, given his own lack of experience in the same. remembrance is one thing, but to even speak of how deeply he feels for the man in turn...]

Ah... I will never get used to you saying things like that. [there's a little huff of a laugh as he leans in for another kiss, a little softer, more shy.] You are so endlessly sentimental, and I would have you no other way. Even if it is something I struggle to respond to, to my eternal bafflement.

[for all he can get to rambling on, this isn't so easy. it's much easier to just put it all in his actions, try to make those clear. maybe in some way, that's his biggest failing. he knows endless information about history and the world, and yet he still struggles with emotional attachment. how silly, really.]

Sentimental as I may be... [he leans in for yet another gentle kiss, smiling into it. it's brief, but when he pulls away, he barely does, letting his lips graze along Morax's] ...I will never tire of saying them to you. Perhaps, in time, the more I say them, the more you'll get used to them.

[Melqal nuzzles the side of Morax's face, letting out a soft sigh. he truly did miss his lover... there's a pang in his heart at the thought of searching for him for so long, and never finding him, never hearing his call. lifetimes would pass, and there would be silence, but his love for the spirit never wavered. even as he lay dormant in every one of his reincarnations, his heart swelled at the thought of one day returning to him. the both of them deserve a second chance, after all. even with Dohalim at the helm, as well. he deserves this, as well.

as he pulls away, he offers Morax a smile, his free hand coming up to brush into his hair, up to his horns, rubbing at the base gently. he knows his tail is as sensitive as he remembered, but are his horns... as he continues his ministrations, Melqal speaks again]

To be honest, your actions speak louder than words. I don't need to hear words of your love because I feel them. Unspoken as they may be, the aura of love you radiate is more than what you could say.

Someday, maybe. If I stop fighting it.

[there's no fighting it, of course. he's so quick to drink up every little bit of attention that it'd be ludicrous if anyone thought he was fighting. every kiss is met, the graze of lips earning a little shiver.

it's strange to think what he used to be like. how much more pain and suffering he had gone through, and then his distrust in Renans, and now? now, he's gone through endless silence with only the barest memory of Melqal to sustain him, through countless generations while his soul and mind worked themselves out. there's an absurdity in the fact that it even worked, given how far gone his mind was. and still, here he is, with Melqal and with Dohalim, and knowing he does want to give his all for both of them.

... which is, again, a thought that scatters in moments. Melqal rubs at the base of his horns and Morax's breath hitches, hips twitching as he relaxes. those are certainly as sensitive as ever, and the reaction is nearly as debilitating as his tail.]

Ah... haah... but I don't like being unable to-- find the words... I... [he's struggling to find his voice now, clinging to Melqal as the man continues his ministrations. it's true, he knows, but for him... speech had always been a source of pride. that makes it embarrassing to lose track of them, to leave how he feels as something, well, felt between them.] nnh... I can't think when you tease me like this, you know...

[and it makes him want, they both know, deeply. to take and be taken, as impatience mounts and yet he can't bring himself to push Melqal toward anything.]

[when Melqal sealed Morax away, he wasn't sure it was going to work. pouring every last bit of his being into the prison he'd created, his own astral energy woven into the very foundations of it... in an attempt to soothe Morax's mind and soul, to let him rest. he knew that he would not be with him in spirit, so to be able to do that for him... at the cost of his own life, it was worth it. Morax is with him once more, finally.

watching Morax fall apart again with a simple touch and gesture only gets Melqal to chuckle fondly, continuing to spoil him with kisses. so his horns are still equally sensitive... good to know. he will absolutely be exploiting that. lovingly, of course]

I know you like being articulate, but perhaps you should just let the feelings take over. Show me your love, Morax. You shine like the brightest diamond, when you do.

[with that being said, Melqal moves to straddle him, aware of his current predicament of clothing. he should... shed the layers off at some point, so not to get them messy, but instead, he leans down to lock his lips against Morax's. a deep kiss, one that he moans softly into as he gently grinds his hips against the spirit's, feeling his cock through his clothes. it's not nearly enough for the both of them, he's sure, but... all in due time. he'll give and take in due time]

I believe that's considered— biased... ah...

[Morax's voice hitches as Melqal showers him in affection and touch, every inch of his body feeling like it's on fire and only soothed by the Renan's touch. His kiss is a little desperate in turn, tongue sliding along Melqal's lips in helpless, needy request.

He'd forgotten, really, just how easy it is for his lover to turn him completely useless like this. Hips press to his and Morax groans softly, rising up into the press of them. It helps only a little, but... at least it's something, right?

It's indicative of his state of mind, too. Hands move to cling to the redhead gaze warm and rich and distracted.]

[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]

[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.]

Mm, perhaps... But I do not plan on playing fair tonight.

[his smile turns into a mischievous grin as he presses his lips to Morax's again, this time, more chaste, and swift. his hand slips from the horn to thread in dark hair, relishing the softness in between his fingers. sure, he'll be unfair, but it doesn't mean he can't worship the spirit's body in every way he can as well]

You truly are beautiful when you're trying to hold back.

[another brief kiss, before Melqal moves to stand, deft fingers working his clothes off. luckily, just simple sleepwear compared to Dohalim's regalia, so not much time is spent before he's completely nude, cock hard. a new body, sure, but Melqal is sure that he'll be pleasing to Morax's eyes.

he does a very quick check in with Dohalim, to see if it's okay to proceed, as he sits beside Morax again, hand trailing up from his cock, to map paths across his chest again]

Now... Shall I prepare myself for you, or would you like to use that tongue of yours?

[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.]

[in all honesty, Melqal had hoped that Morax would pick the latter of the two. to feel that tongue in him once more... it only serves to arouse him even more, if it's possible]

As you wish.

[there's an amusement in Melqal's voice as he moves to straddle Morax's chest, his back facing him, before shifting his hips close. he looks over his shoulder, with a hungry lust in his eyes that match Morax's, as he reaches back to spread himself apart, presenting that tight ring of muscles. he's usually not so... concupiscent, but the burning need to lose himself in their passion is there. he supposes he'll have to apologise to Dohalim later]

Hah... I'm yours to devour.

Ah, Melqal-

[Morax starts to speak as the man straddles his chest, realisation dawning on him with enough force to spread that flush to his ears. he's so-- so-! of course, Melqal's confidence only makes him ache, despite the embarrassment of it.

and really, isn't it best this way? it's more than a little exciting to basically have his lover presenting himself, to be half-trapped beneath him...]

... You're so needy.

[his voice is breathy when he speaks, hands curling around the Renan's hips. he's gentle with them, but it helps to pull him down and nuzzle against one soft cheek before his tongue brushes against that tight ring. it teases there for a moment before the tip presses inward, testing how much effort he'll need to slip inside.]

[honestly, he isn't sure what's come over him other than the fact that he's wanted this for so long. he's missed this for so long. usually, he's a little more demure when it comes to their intimacy, but... Melqal supposes that the lifetimes he's lived through had taught him a thing or two.

perhaps he'll have to apologise to Morax later, too. but he also has a feeling that the spirit isn't going to protest the idea of how open he is.

he's just about to answer back before he feels that tongue against him, pressing into him. hands slide to rest against Morax's, fingers lightly grasping at them, as he lets out a shuddering sigh. he knows to relax, but there may be some resistance to the intrusion; he's not sure how used to any sort of insertion Dohalim is used to. but this, to him, is a more than familiar sensation; he tilts his head back as his eyes flutter closed]

Ha-ah... Morax...

[he certainly has no complaints. as hands come to rest over his, grasping lightly, he squeezes faintly in response. a fond movement really, since his mouth is... well, occupied. it's interesting to think that Melqal may have even learned more in the time they've been apart, passively seeing through others' eyes and bodies.

but his attention is on this, listening to every reaction he makes. the resistance isn't too bad; with his tongue as long and tapered as it is, once he's pressed in past that ring it can twist and writhe, gently easing his entrance to relax. enthusiastic as he is, and with his cock throbbing against his belly, it's clear just how much he enjoys this. even if it's a little different, it's still Melqal, and he still enjoys everything about the man. indeed, it suggests he'll enjoy much the same with Dohalim himself...

well, thoughts for later.]

[Melqal's breath hitches in his throat, before it opens up again to let out a reedy, but soft moan. he'd almost forgotten how sinuous that tongue can be, how... pliant that it can be. he can feel it press against his walls, slicking him up, stretching him out. gods, but does it feel so good, leaving him trembling with need for more.

shifting a hand away from Morax's, Melqal reaches down to gently drag a finger up Morax's cock, before teasing the slit by rubbing his finger against it. if Morax wants Melqal to squirm, then he'll respond in kind. he idly wonders just how many times he can get his lover to cum]

M-Morax...

[his hips twitch for more, as he leans down. it's a swift motion as Melqal wraps his fingers around the length, before slipping Morax's cock into his mouth again]

[it's not his intention to make Melqal squirm, in actuality; he just likes to feel him, likes to please him. it's doubly useful in this case, but... well, if he squirms, that's not bad either.

still, he pauses as Melqal drags a finger over his cock, teases the slit and draws out a little whine from Morax. it's too much, after the redhead had been sucking on him before--]

Mm--mmh!

[hips twitch as Melqal takes his cock into his mouth again, eyes closing as he tries to focus on his own ministrations. that... doesn't help much, not when that mouth is so warm and so welcoming, and his hips want to rise up into it. he doesn't let it stop him, but his tongue does become a little more desperate in its movements, hands trembling as he opens his lover up.]

[it's the sort of reaction he wanted out of Morax, to be completely honest. though, Melqal thinks to himself, he should be a little more merciful. after all, this is the first time they'll be laying with each other in hundreds of years. he doesn't want to exhaust his lover, or himself too quickly.

his mouth on Morax's cock is short lived as he slips it out again; he presses a chaste kiss on the tip before sitting up again. the tongue in him... oh it does things to him, it always has. he can feel the heat flush his skin, he can feel himself trembling, and when that tongue brushes up against that bundle of nerves deep inside, Melqal lets out another, sharper moan. honestly, if this were any other time, Morax could easily get him off like this, and he'd be satisfied. as it were... no, he wants to feel his lover fill him completely, until he can't, anymore.

Melqal makes another note to apologise to Dohalim; the lust overtakes him once more, his mind one tracked and focused on being completely spent, once he and Morax are satisfied]

[Morax, at least, isn't worried about being exhausted. he'd manage through whatever his lover wanted, even if he somehow started to tire out. the benefit of his being an earth elemental means that he certainly has no shortage of energy.

but for now, he's content in working through his efforts, tongue driving in as deep as he can get it, teasing his prostate only on occasion. he could get him off, true, but he's feeling very... obedient, and that's not what Melqal suggested before.

finally, reluctantly, he pulls his tongue back with a soft gasp, nuzzling his thigh.]

That... mmn. That should be enough, my treasure...

[his head feels a little fuzzy, dizzy with want and need, cock dripping precum over his belly.]

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