[Every motion, every gasp and twitch and moan is catalogued and indeed filed away for future use. Hephaistos stands as he is bidden, as Themis bids him to, and that is a heady feeling. Blue eyes look up from beneath lashes and heavy lids and below them his lips are parted, a flash of pink visible as he wets them slowly.
This is his ritual, and he would finish it in kind.
Those laces Themis undoes himself, wordlessly picking up each leg in turn to slide those boots off one by one, the leggings following. There are no verbal commands, only guiding pressure as he does so. Finished divesting all remaining clothing, Elidibus is free to continue his explorations. And continue he does. Those legs now are given the same treatment, picking up where he had paused earlier - and beginning from the back. Every line of muscle, every sensitive inch of inner thigh is scorched by his touch, and he lingers on more sensitive areas. The back is finished when he picks up each foot and touches every plane, each digit and the space between.
He had been truthful when he mentioned claiming every part of Lahabrea.
Moving to the front, he does kneel to caress, but it is not in submission. He looks up through silvery-white bangs to catch those gleaming red eyes as he finished touching each and every part of Lahabrea.
Save for his cock. That had been saved for now, this final end to such a rite.
Themis takes it in hand much as he had touched the other parts of Lahabrea. Gentle, almost feather-light strokes from base to tip, his other hand working over his balls in the same fashion. Those most intimate areas are explored thoroughly, and at the very end Themis strikes - taking the head of that cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip.
But this was only a prelude, though let it not be said to be feeble. Themis bobs his head downwards, taking the entire length in his mouth, nose brushing Hephaistos's pelvic bone and the hair there. And swallows, once, before pulling back and standing in one smooth motion. Saliva shines upon his lips from that deed, face flush with naked desire, and when he speaks, it is smoke upon oiled silk.]
Taste yourself upon my tongue, Hephaistos.
[And once more he pulls down the other man with force, kissing him and sealing that ritual between them, a claim boldly made as their now naked bodies press flush together. He would take, yes, but so to would he give, and give so much.]
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This is his ritual, and he would finish it in kind.
Those laces Themis undoes himself, wordlessly picking up each leg in turn to slide those boots off one by one, the leggings following. There are no verbal commands, only guiding pressure as he does so. Finished divesting all remaining clothing, Elidibus is free to continue his explorations. And continue he does. Those legs now are given the same treatment, picking up where he had paused earlier - and beginning from the back. Every line of muscle, every sensitive inch of inner thigh is scorched by his touch, and he lingers on more sensitive areas. The back is finished when he picks up each foot and touches every plane, each digit and the space between.
He had been truthful when he mentioned claiming every part of Lahabrea.
Moving to the front, he does kneel to caress, but it is not in submission. He looks up through silvery-white bangs to catch those gleaming red eyes as he finished touching each and every part of Lahabrea.
Save for his cock. That had been saved for now, this final end to such a rite.
Themis takes it in hand much as he had touched the other parts of Lahabrea. Gentle, almost feather-light strokes from base to tip, his other hand working over his balls in the same fashion. Those most intimate areas are explored thoroughly, and at the very end Themis strikes - taking the head of that cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip.
But this was only a prelude, though let it not be said to be feeble. Themis bobs his head downwards, taking the entire length in his mouth, nose brushing Hephaistos's pelvic bone and the hair there. And swallows, once, before pulling back and standing in one smooth motion. Saliva shines upon his lips from that deed, face flush with naked desire, and when he speaks, it is smoke upon oiled silk.]
Taste yourself upon my tongue, Hephaistos.
[And once more he pulls down the other man with force, kissing him and sealing that ritual between them, a claim boldly made as their now naked bodies press flush together. He would take, yes, but so to would he give, and give so much.]