[His breathe hitches as Five's hand travels down, hips lifting when he grinds against him. And he'll take his other free hand and kiss his wrist, his palm, his knuckles.]
[ he smiles at that, soft and truly content. It's easy to forget how both of them were uncertain about this, how difficult it had been to start trusting in happiness itself, and yet here they are - with no doubt about the love they have to each other.
He'll keep grinding against him like that for a bit more, his mouth trailing down to his chest, to one of his nipples - and he's curious, is the texture of it different as well? He'll take it between his lips, tongue pressing against it as he teases him ]
[Some strange set of circumstances did get them to this point. And he couldn’t be more happier for it.
He arches, rubbing up against him as close as he can letting out a soft sound. Keening almost as he plays with his hair softly.]
How do I taste, my love?
[He doesn’t expect an answer truly. And stranger than his skin are the lines of gold that cross and dip around his body having more of a metallic feel.]
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How charming, my dawn. I did finish a card so I could roulette another creature for you, but that would require moving, and I'm rather comfortable.
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I have a few more ideas on how I might worship you. Will you trust me with that?
[ he shifts so his kisses can move onto his neck, his hand going to his stomach and then between his legs, palm grinding against him ]
I want every part of you.
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[His breathe hitches as Five's hand travels down, hips lifting when he grinds against him. And he'll take his other free hand and kiss his wrist, his palm, his knuckles.]
All of this is yours. Freely given.
Re: Monster Bingo - 415
He'll keep grinding against him like that for a bit more, his mouth trailing down to his chest, to one of his nipples - and he's curious, is the texture of it different as well? He'll take it between his lips, tongue pressing against it as he teases him ]
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He arches, rubbing up against him as close as he can letting out a soft sound. Keening almost as he plays with his hair softly.]
How do I taste, my love?
[He doesn’t expect an answer truly. And stranger than his skin are the lines of gold that cross and dip around his body having more of a metallic feel.]