[Blue eyes look up, up as Lahabrea stands. As he disrobes. Many had wondered at Lahabrea's physique, that is true, and Elidibus was no exception. Idle wondering of fantasies he had long considered out of his grasp. Not so far, it seems. That tall, fit form was extremely pleasing to the eye, and Elidibus takes in the elder man from head to toe.
Standing himself, it is the work of moments to shuck his own robe, the white fabric falling free and revealing his own form, mask falling aside with it. Today Themis had forgone a shirt, clad now only in his white podea and brown shoes, completely bare from the waist up. His skin is quite fair, pale to an almost ethereal degree, and unmarred by all. No blemish, no scars marked him, wiped clean by the aetherial sea and leaving soft, smooth skin in its wake. He is very slender as well, lean, but with muscle definition that while small, hinted at the exceptional strength he possessed.
Swiftly stepping towards the taller man, Elidibus reaches upwards and grasps Lahabrea by the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him down to soundly press their lips together. He kisses thoroughly, conveying high emotion and desire, licking into Lahabrea's mouth to explore with both lips and tongue.
He pulls back, breath hot, to whisper fiercely.]
Never say that what you bring is lackluster, I will not stand to hear such blaspheme from lips as fine as yours. Nor will I allow such blatant lies about one as exquisite as yourself.
[His grip slackens, given them slightly more space, his voice increasing in volume but gentling all the same.]
Do not offer this from obligation of where we are. I would have you freely, of your own choice, or not at all - you deserve far more than coercion by the nature of this place.
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Standing himself, it is the work of moments to shuck his own robe, the white fabric falling free and revealing his own form, mask falling aside with it. Today Themis had forgone a shirt, clad now only in his white podea and brown shoes, completely bare from the waist up. His skin is quite fair, pale to an almost ethereal degree, and unmarred by all. No blemish, no scars marked him, wiped clean by the aetherial sea and leaving soft, smooth skin in its wake. He is very slender as well, lean, but with muscle definition that while small, hinted at the exceptional strength he possessed.
Swiftly stepping towards the taller man, Elidibus reaches upwards and grasps Lahabrea by the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him down to soundly press their lips together. He kisses thoroughly, conveying high emotion and desire, licking into Lahabrea's mouth to explore with both lips and tongue.
He pulls back, breath hot, to whisper fiercely.]
Never say that what you bring is lackluster, I will not stand to hear such blaspheme from lips as fine as yours. Nor will I allow such blatant lies about one as exquisite as yourself.
[His grip slackens, given them slightly more space, his voice increasing in volume but gentling all the same.]
Do not offer this from obligation of where we are. I would have you freely, of your own choice, or not at all - you deserve far more than coercion by the nature of this place.