[There is silence for that moment, naught but their racing hearts, the flashfire of pleasure fading to a glowing warmth in his veins, and slowly his gasping breaths begin to calm. Their kiss is slow, now, sensual and languid, and he feels acutely the soreness of his bitten lips - but does not care. How can he, when the source had been so sweet? A soft sigh of enjoyment escapes at the gentle touch of a tongue upon broken skin. While Hephaistos licks at his marked skin, Themis takes the time to lift his soiled hand to smirk at the mess Lahabrea has made of him.
He licks his fingers clean, his palm, every bit of seed lapped up.
But then he is the one being kissed, and playfully so. The afterglow in his marrow brightens, his very soul dancing with the energy. That Lahabrea should show such a display willingly, and with him, no less - oh, how Elidibus feels at this moment. The sudden peppering of kisses startles a laugh from the younger man, a bright peal of pure joy. Indeed he had been claimed here as much as he had done the claiming, and there is a bone-deep satisfaction that rests within him at that fact. The completion of something that had begun eons ago, with shy looks and missed glances. Of appreciation and respect, now, turned to something far greater.
He feels himself softening within the other man, and slowly he shifts, slipping out, shifting to lay himself back upon the pillows. In a mirror of motion from what feels like so long ago - had it been so short of a time? Surely they made love for hours, it felt - Themis pulls Hephaistos to rest upon his chest, his neck, his shoulder.
Still-joined hands are brought to his lips, and he kisses each dark knuckle. A declaration.]
I am yours.
[Softly, an oath, a promise, spoken with overwrought voice.]
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He licks his fingers clean, his palm, every bit of seed lapped up.
But then he is the one being kissed, and playfully so. The afterglow in his marrow brightens, his very soul dancing with the energy. That Lahabrea should show such a display willingly, and with him, no less - oh, how Elidibus feels at this moment. The sudden peppering of kisses startles a laugh from the younger man, a bright peal of pure joy. Indeed he had been claimed here as much as he had done the claiming, and there is a bone-deep satisfaction that rests within him at that fact. The completion of something that had begun eons ago, with shy looks and missed glances. Of appreciation and respect, now, turned to something far greater.
He feels himself softening within the other man, and slowly he shifts, slipping out, shifting to lay himself back upon the pillows. In a mirror of motion from what feels like so long ago - had it been so short of a time? Surely they made love for hours, it felt - Themis pulls Hephaistos to rest upon his chest, his neck, his shoulder.
Still-joined hands are brought to his lips, and he kisses each dark knuckle. A declaration.]
I am yours.
[Softly, an oath, a promise, spoken with overwrought voice.]