[That needy whine was noted - soon, he would return there, but not yet. The moment Hephaistos lets go, truly begins to relax, Themis sees it. Feels it. Senses it in within the marrow of himself, spurring that deep ocean into movement. The clear sense of freedom, the honor of that trust from one such as Lahabrea - Elidibus cannot even begin to describe the emotion he feels. Triumph, yes, but more than that. Hephaistos blooms and he eagerly waters, feeds, nourishes.
And is rewarded in turn despite not having asked.
Fingers rougher than his own travel over his pristine skin and he practically purrs at the sensation. It feels good, to be explored, to be touched as he had done so thoroughly to the other man - he shifts with each stroke, allowing Lahabrea easier access for his own explorations. Those callouses too feel good, in their own way. The sudden pinch tickles and prompts bright laughter to bubble from Themis's lips, light and free. He calms soon as his skin is further explored, sighing in pleasure at the intimacy of the moment. To watch him was to see every emotion writ plain on that face, finely wrought as it was. How Lahabrea enjoys his flesh, his skin, brings a smile to his lips tinged with smugness. He quite enjoys that. To be enjoyed.]
Yes, I have. Have you always wanted to touch me so? Perhaps take a bite of what entices you so?
[Themis teases right back, covering his movements with the words. He shifts, slowly, almost slyly into position, slotting their entwined forms together in just the way he wants them to be. As the other man studies him, so, too, does Themis study Lahabrea now. As he delves one hand between them and, with a final shift of his hips to place their cocks against one another, takes both of their erections in hand.
Though he moans at the feeling, it is bitten back, his attentions upon Lahabrea's face. The whine remembered now, sensations returned - perhaps not his mouth, no, but velvety skin and a pianist's hand stroking them both at once. He thumbs his own tip, gathering the pre there to spread over to Hephaistos, pumping their cocks together. He cannot help but rock his hips slightly, occasionally, with the motions.]
Do you want to be taken, Hephaistos?
[His words are breathy, heavy with pleasure, with affection.]
So beautiful you are, such a sight to have you in my hands. I would see how brightly you burn beneath me.
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And is rewarded in turn despite not having asked.
Fingers rougher than his own travel over his pristine skin and he practically purrs at the sensation. It feels good, to be explored, to be touched as he had done so thoroughly to the other man - he shifts with each stroke, allowing Lahabrea easier access for his own explorations. Those callouses too feel good, in their own way. The sudden pinch tickles and prompts bright laughter to bubble from Themis's lips, light and free. He calms soon as his skin is further explored, sighing in pleasure at the intimacy of the moment. To watch him was to see every emotion writ plain on that face, finely wrought as it was. How Lahabrea enjoys his flesh, his skin, brings a smile to his lips tinged with smugness. He quite enjoys that. To be enjoyed.]
Yes, I have. Have you always wanted to touch me so? Perhaps take a bite of what entices you so?
[Themis teases right back, covering his movements with the words. He shifts, slowly, almost slyly into position, slotting their entwined forms together in just the way he wants them to be. As the other man studies him, so, too, does Themis study Lahabrea now. As he delves one hand between them and, with a final shift of his hips to place their cocks against one another, takes both of their erections in hand.
Though he moans at the feeling, it is bitten back, his attentions upon Lahabrea's face. The whine remembered now, sensations returned - perhaps not his mouth, no, but velvety skin and a pianist's hand stroking them both at once. He thumbs his own tip, gathering the pre there to spread over to Hephaistos, pumping their cocks together. He cannot help but rock his hips slightly, occasionally, with the motions.]
Do you want to be taken, Hephaistos?
[His words are breathy, heavy with pleasure, with affection.]
So beautiful you are, such a sight to have you in my hands. I would see how brightly you burn beneath me.