002 » i don't wanna be alone tonight

[receptacles]

fanart by ta_mozuki.
for luocha at casketeer.

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[receptacles]

[ Should he let himself think that Luocha cares? No, of course not; that would be stupid. But he lets himself fantasize about it, at least. Lets himself imagine how sweet it would be, if there was real warmth behind those arms gently holding his waist, or if that brief but hungry kiss to his soft mouth meant anything at all beyond a bit of fun and the guarantee that he might want this too.

But fantasies are just fantasies, and Caelus is under no illusions about what kind of meeting this is as Luocha gently guides his hands to the waistband of his pants. The Trailblazer doesn't hesitate to unbutton and unzip those pristine white trousers, falling to his knees despite the hot weight of his own cock standing proudly erect between his legs. It's fine; he's held his arousal this long. He can hold it for longer, if it means he can get his mouth on the cock he's been thinking about all damn day.

He takes his time with it, though most might expect Caelus to be impatient. Savors it. The pleasure of having a beautiful man waiting for his attention isn't something that he gets to enjoy every day, and Caelus is raw and innocent in a lot of ways but fully and utterly desecrated in others. He presses his lips to Luocha through his undergarments, just to savor the weight of it, the feeling of the fabric against his lips, the shape of his bulge. He's kissing Luocha's cock even as he pulls the man's underwear to his thighs — doesn't hesitate to take a long, slow breath, as if carving the scent of Luocha's skin into his senses. ]

You know, you smell good here, too...

[ The kitten licks he gives Luocha's shaft are curious, but not unskilled. No, not in the least. He laps his way up to Luocha's tip with an enthusiasm that almost suggests he's done this a hundred or a thousand times before, swirls that clever tongue slow around the flare of it, fast and hard into the slit of it.

But this isn't satisfying, he knows. It's just teasing. Quick little lashes of wet heat to stoke a man's appetite for more.

Caelus doesn't have particularly long lashes, not compared to Luocha himself, but they're dense enough, and he flutters what he has in a pretty way anyway. His gold eyes flash with smug devotion as he finally, finally closes his lips around the tip of Luocha's clock, and starts throating him in earnest. ]