[Caelus does have a few things working in his favor at this particular moment, for all that his self-perception might fail to realize it. He's indeed aesthetically pleasant enough, for one thing--moreso right now, in the way he eases and unfolds so appealingly under the gentlest positive stimuli, already thoroughly flushed with a heady pleasure from just these simplest gestures. One wonders just what the architect behind this vessel was intending, exactly, in designing this particular body...apparently someone with a weather eye for conventional attraction, who opted for a face that would be pleasant to look at and easy to relate with. The impulses wired within it are also clearly very human, and just as sensitive, regardless of the otherworldly cancer it also happens to be housing.
But, pleasing physicality aside, there's also--how very easy Caelus continues to make this whole turn of events. ...It has been awhile, Luocha thinks, since he last really indulged like this--without concern of repercussion, and without any need to account for any number of ulterior motives. For here...there are so clearly none, on the Trailblazer's part, aside from perhaps the most base motive of them all--burgeoning physical desire, and the need to fulfill it. There's a simplicity to this, to savoring the enthralled warmth of the body underneath him, to drawing out responses even from the action of healing. ...Goodness, will the Trailblazer always associate this sort of healing with these sorts of sensations now, going forward? Even when he's healed by others--will his thoughts ever stray back, to this? Luocha rather hopes so. There's nothing so satisfying as marks left long afterwards, for all that such might normally juxtapose against the gifts the Abundance has set upon him...and Caelus just makes for such an appealingly blank sort of slate to work with--]
Why thank you, sir. You flatter me far too much already... ["Sir", as if Caelus is still a client and this is still a transaction--and maybe it is, of sorts. There's probably some kind of irony here, now, looking back on certain third-person impressions left in the lobby earlier. Head tipping to accommodate access to his throat as it's bared, the words ease out over Caelus's ear in a humming fashion that's practically a purr in its own right, trailing off to a soft chuckle that reverberates between them this close. Flattery objectively doesn't move Luocha much these days, but there's something charming in the way the praises spill so haphazardly from the young man--between those equally haphazard kisses--clearly stream of thought, mingled in the quickened breaths painting warmly over his throat. Whose thought stream it might be, of course, might be a matter of more debate...the darkening of his tone isn't missed. Luocha ghosts his lips over the shell of Caelus's ear in turn; he nips lightly.] What else do you want more of, hm? Should I kiss you again? Or perhaps, there's more besides that...?
[It'll be interesting in its own right, to observe how the Stellaron's wishes might end up translating to Caelus's evident earnest inexperience...
The healing hand upon his chest has been trailing down, lower and lower, until fingertips are curling under the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over the skin of his abdomen. Still gloved, and doubtless a distinct sensation in itself as a result. His other hand, in the meanwhile, had released Caelus's chin shortly after the kiss...but now reaches to take one of Caelus's hands in turn, the same one that had undone his collar. Guiding it idly lower, to the gold button that fastens his vest over his chest, the layers of fabric and additional fastenings underneath. There's a few layers to contend with; will he? In this sort of position there will be few articles actually coming off, really, but...]
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But, pleasing physicality aside, there's also--how very easy Caelus continues to make this whole turn of events. ...It has been awhile, Luocha thinks, since he last really indulged like this--without concern of repercussion, and without any need to account for any number of ulterior motives. For here...there are so clearly none, on the Trailblazer's part, aside from perhaps the most base motive of them all--burgeoning physical desire, and the need to fulfill it. There's a simplicity to this, to savoring the enthralled warmth of the body underneath him, to drawing out responses even from the action of healing. ...Goodness, will the Trailblazer always associate this sort of healing with these sorts of sensations now, going forward? Even when he's healed by others--will his thoughts ever stray back, to this? Luocha rather hopes so. There's nothing so satisfying as marks left long afterwards, for all that such might normally juxtapose against the gifts the Abundance has set upon him...and Caelus just makes for such an appealingly blank sort of slate to work with--]
Why thank you, sir. You flatter me far too much already... ["Sir", as if Caelus is still a client and this is still a transaction--and maybe it is, of sorts. There's probably some kind of irony here, now, looking back on certain third-person impressions left in the lobby earlier. Head tipping to accommodate access to his throat as it's bared, the words ease out over Caelus's ear in a humming fashion that's practically a purr in its own right, trailing off to a soft chuckle that reverberates between them this close. Flattery objectively doesn't move Luocha much these days, but there's something charming in the way the praises spill so haphazardly from the young man--between those equally haphazard kisses--clearly stream of thought, mingled in the quickened breaths painting warmly over his throat. Whose thought stream it might be, of course, might be a matter of more debate...the darkening of his tone isn't missed. Luocha ghosts his lips over the shell of Caelus's ear in turn; he nips lightly.] What else do you want more of, hm? Should I kiss you again? Or perhaps, there's more besides that...?
[It'll be interesting in its own right, to observe how the Stellaron's wishes might end up translating to Caelus's evident earnest inexperience...
The healing hand upon his chest has been trailing down, lower and lower, until fingertips are curling under the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath to ghost over the skin of his abdomen. Still gloved, and doubtless a distinct sensation in itself as a result. His other hand, in the meanwhile, had released Caelus's chin shortly after the kiss...but now reaches to take one of Caelus's hands in turn, the same one that had undone his collar. Guiding it idly lower, to the gold button that fastens his vest over his chest, the layers of fabric and additional fastenings underneath. There's a few layers to contend with; will he? In this sort of position there will be few articles actually coming off, really, but...]