[Plenty have warned the Emissary of the dangers of fire, but more and more he's rather enjoying the prospect of being burned.
Another whine, another tidbit for Elidibus to file away, Lahabrea being completely unsuccessful in hiding his enjoyment at the hair pulling. Truly he is enjoying all of the little motions his lover is making, how willing he is - should Hephaistos desire revenge, Elidibus will not dissuade him. In fact, he would welcome such a thing. The nails against his skin draw a hissing breath, but one of enjoyment. Eventually he hopes for more drastic marks indeed, ones Lahabrea has mentioned. He feels that racing heart and commits that sensation to memory.
Such life, such vitality? He feels blessed that he may bear witness.
But oh? Such a response now from a single finger. He drinks in the view, devours it, but still, that would not do. Moving his hand from Lahabrea's chest, he grasps that offending hand and pulls it free. Eyes burning bright.]
No, do not hide. Did you not say nothing shall hold you back? I desire to hear you, Hephaistos.
[Elidibus throws up that hand and sigils appear in the air around them, flaring once before dissipating in a shower of fading sparks. Magics to dampen sound and to ward against prying eyes, ensuring privacy.]
None shall perceive us, with ears or eyes, no matter the intensity of sight or sound. We shall not be disturbed for as long as we desire.
[He adds a second finger, working to slowly stretch Lahabrea while continuing to caress his prostate from within. That free hand finds one of Lahabrea's own, interlacing their fingers in a moment of sweetness.]
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Another whine, another tidbit for Elidibus to file away, Lahabrea being completely unsuccessful in hiding his enjoyment at the hair pulling. Truly he is enjoying all of the little motions his lover is making, how willing he is - should Hephaistos desire revenge, Elidibus will not dissuade him. In fact, he would welcome such a thing. The nails against his skin draw a hissing breath, but one of enjoyment. Eventually he hopes for more drastic marks indeed, ones Lahabrea has mentioned. He feels that racing heart and commits that sensation to memory.
Such life, such vitality? He feels blessed that he may bear witness.
But oh? Such a response now from a single finger. He drinks in the view, devours it, but still, that would not do. Moving his hand from Lahabrea's chest, he grasps that offending hand and pulls it free. Eyes burning bright.]
No, do not hide. Did you not say nothing shall hold you back? I desire to hear you, Hephaistos.
[Elidibus throws up that hand and sigils appear in the air around them, flaring once before dissipating in a shower of fading sparks. Magics to dampen sound and to ward against prying eyes, ensuring privacy.]
None shall perceive us, with ears or eyes, no matter the intensity of sight or sound. We shall not be disturbed for as long as we desire.
[He adds a second finger, working to slowly stretch Lahabrea while continuing to caress his prostate from within. That free hand finds one of Lahabrea's own, interlacing their fingers in a moment of sweetness.]
Let go.