[The sudden praise caused his cock to twitch in appreciation. Lahabrea stares up at Elidibus, his eyes glittering with excitement to be deemed so magnificent before the eyes of the Emissary. It sparks a joy in him that he hasn’t felt since his youth. It almost makes him shed a tear. He cannot help but watch in fascination as Themis undresses, eager to see the pristine flesh that lurks underneath. The moment Themis shed his podea, he couldn’t help but gasp once he saw his erection on full display. That scarlet blush comes back with revenge over his ears and cheeks once he realizes that Elidibus has been hard the entire time. If he had any doubts that the younger man wanted him, they were quickly dispelled. He sits there in wide-eyed amusement, a little smirk curling onto his lips. His throat feels dry all of a sudden. He simply can’t keep his eyes on Themis’ cock, his gaze studying every inch of it with curious eyes. While he has no idea how this encounter will go, he certainly hopes to get a taste of his cock sooner rather than later.
Lahabrea was ruminating over that thought when Themis suddenly stepped forward and started caressing his neck. He flinches at the touch, his body suddenly burning hot with embarrassment and yearning. His neck is his weak spot. Themis could probably feel his pulse thumping as he caressed his neck in a slow march. He lets out a curious hum as the younger man’s hands travel down his shoulders and down his chest in such a ritualistic manner. Hephaistos couldn’t help but moan as those slim fingers tickled past his pert nipples as they traveled down his chest. He’s horny, unbelievably horny. The longer this ritual continues, the more he squirms under those gentle little touches.
A wanton moan escapes him as those devious fingers are suddenly on his back. They traveled down the gentle curve of his spine, those clever fingers sliding ever so slowly down past the small of his back. The skin across Lahabrea’s back is free from blemishes and scars, painting a wonderful sepia canvas to explore. His body is ruggedly handsome with a hint of something more as Themis studies every dip and curve. Hephaistos bites his lip to stop the groan that nearly escaped him once Elidibus’ finger traces the most intimate depths of him with such appreciation. The kiss on his ear tickles him, causing him to chuckle slightly. Themis will be quite proud to know that the seemingly stoic Lahabrea is indeed ticklish in certain areas. Information worth documenting for later, no less.
Once told to stand, Hephaistos takes a moment to gather himself before slowly rising to his feet. He has butterflies fluttering within his stomach as he exposes himself for Themis to unravel. His cock juts out before him with such hunger, now fully erect and pooling ever so slightly at the tip. He glances down at himself, wondering if he should undo the laces of his boots. However, he stops himself from doing just that once he sees the hunger in Themis’ crystalline gaze. An audible chuckle escapes him as he allows the youth to do as he will with him. He won’t interfere. After all, this is Themis’ ritual, and this younger is his “god” right now.]
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Lahabrea was ruminating over that thought when Themis suddenly stepped forward and started caressing his neck. He flinches at the touch, his body suddenly burning hot with embarrassment and yearning. His neck is his weak spot. Themis could probably feel his pulse thumping as he caressed his neck in a slow march. He lets out a curious hum as the younger man’s hands travel down his shoulders and down his chest in such a ritualistic manner. Hephaistos couldn’t help but moan as those slim fingers tickled past his pert nipples as they traveled down his chest. He’s horny, unbelievably horny. The longer this ritual continues, the more he squirms under those gentle little touches.
A wanton moan escapes him as those devious fingers are suddenly on his back. They traveled down the gentle curve of his spine, those clever fingers sliding ever so slowly down past the small of his back. The skin across Lahabrea’s back is free from blemishes and scars, painting a wonderful sepia canvas to explore. His body is ruggedly handsome with a hint of something more as Themis studies every dip and curve. Hephaistos bites his lip to stop the groan that nearly escaped him once Elidibus’ finger traces the most intimate depths of him with such appreciation. The kiss on his ear tickles him, causing him to chuckle slightly. Themis will be quite proud to know that the seemingly stoic Lahabrea is indeed ticklish in certain areas. Information worth documenting for later, no less.
Once told to stand, Hephaistos takes a moment to gather himself before slowly rising to his feet. He has butterflies fluttering within his stomach as he exposes himself for Themis to unravel. His cock juts out before him with such hunger, now fully erect and pooling ever so slightly at the tip. He glances down at himself, wondering if he should undo the laces of his boots. However, he stops himself from doing just that once he sees the hunger in Themis’ crystalline gaze. An audible chuckle escapes him as he allows the youth to do as he will with him. He won’t interfere. After all, this is Themis’ ritual, and this younger is his “god” right now.]