[Make a mess of him, is that right? The Stellaron may be speaking about as much as Caelus is, about now, the mimic of its intensity ever so intriguing in how it seeps into his tone the longer this goes on...but it's a bold desire put forth either way. --Luocha knows exactly what sort of stillness he tends to project, as painstaking as he is about maintaining it; objectively, it's easy enough to understand the appeal of puncturing it. I wonder if you could manage it, he thinks, and nearly says--wonders what the Trailblazer might see fit to try, what lengths he might go. Kind and well-meaning as the young man's natural disposition seems to be...just how much might that be superseded by lust, now, and the Stellaron's encouragement? He'd like to see it, Luocha muses, in that breath of a moment after the kiss breaks, the taste of it still lingering on his tongue. He'd like to--
--There's a hand in his hair, pulling, baring his throat. And the press of Caelus's mouth upon it, biting--
Enough to draw blood, yes. Enough that it should be painful...and it is, in a sense, a keen sharp note mingling with the heat of it. (Still, nowhere near so painful as other things have been and will be. How many thorns have pierced this body far deeper, by now?) Luocha's entire frame shudders, the hand on Caelus's chest pressing and curling almost as if it would scratch were it not for gloved fingertips; the other sets heavily behind the Trailblazer's head, half in his hair and half upon the nape of his neck...but not to pull him away. No, not with how Luocha's breath stammers, a sound low and soft and nearly something like a whine slipping free unbidden--perhaps only a moment, only a few moments. But the lapse is distinct, as the sting of Caelus's teeth darts electric upon nerve endings, sends heat coiling to the bottom of his gut. A desire that had already been kindling in its own right, in unwinding and degrading more and more of Caelus's uncertain restraint with sweet indulgences, but now...
The mask slips, with a drop in Luocha's voice, with a darkening in his eyes.] Mm--there. Just like that. Don't hold back...you're a greedy boy, aren't you? Wanting such things...I'll allow it, if you're good like this--
[Breathed into his ear, through lips just a bit more flushed. Luocha's hips shift once more, grinding against that hard cock this time, hard as he's grown in turn.
Wounds never linger long, not in this current contract. Caelus has seen it for himself now, in how entirely unblemished and pristine Luocha's body is, despite the lean muscle built for sword-work frequently engaged; the Abundance does not permit so much as a trace of any past injury, over time. This new mark, too, will be gone before the next day arrives...and maybe that's why Luocha's body savors it so, while it still burns here and now. Seems Caelus has found something quite sensitive here.]
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--There's a hand in his hair, pulling, baring his throat. And the press of Caelus's mouth upon it, biting--
Enough to draw blood, yes. Enough that it should be painful...and it is, in a sense, a keen sharp note mingling with the heat of it. (Still, nowhere near so painful as other things have been and will be. How many thorns have pierced this body far deeper, by now?) Luocha's entire frame shudders, the hand on Caelus's chest pressing and curling almost as if it would scratch were it not for gloved fingertips; the other sets heavily behind the Trailblazer's head, half in his hair and half upon the nape of his neck...but not to pull him away. No, not with how Luocha's breath stammers, a sound low and soft and nearly something like a whine slipping free unbidden--perhaps only a moment, only a few moments. But the lapse is distinct, as the sting of Caelus's teeth darts electric upon nerve endings, sends heat coiling to the bottom of his gut. A desire that had already been kindling in its own right, in unwinding and degrading more and more of Caelus's uncertain restraint with sweet indulgences, but now...
The mask slips, with a drop in Luocha's voice, with a darkening in his eyes.] Mm--there. Just like that. Don't hold back...you're a greedy boy, aren't you? Wanting such things...I'll allow it, if you're good like this--
[Breathed into his ear, through lips just a bit more flushed. Luocha's hips shift once more, grinding against that hard cock this time, hard as he's grown in turn.
Wounds never linger long, not in this current contract. Caelus has seen it for himself now, in how entirely unblemished and pristine Luocha's body is, despite the lean muscle built for sword-work frequently engaged; the Abundance does not permit so much as a trace of any past injury, over time. This new mark, too, will be gone before the next day arrives...and maybe that's why Luocha's body savors it so, while it still burns here and now. Seems Caelus has found something quite sensitive here.]