[ It’s far from the first time he’s smelled his own flesh burning, even in an intimately charged context. It’s still unpleasant, though, so their movements match well, even if it’s by coincidence. As Matt pulls him in and locks his legs around his waist, Marazhai pushes forward. He doesn’t need to crane to reach his ear, because he dips to Matt’s neck. He kisses at his skin hungrily enough that it does feel like he might bite down at any moment. ]
Excellent.
[ It’s murmured against him, and indeed, the smell of Matt’s skin is far better than his own. That is a thing about humans, he’s noticed. They smell… different than his own kin. Better, he would say, but why isn’t something he would be able to place beyond a difference in general difference in biology. He is tempted to bite down to have blood join that scent, but the attention returning to his ears stops him. The small kiss is almost ticklish, but the bite is sweeter.
He sucks in a hiss of breath, but the quiver of it is more telling. That, and, well. The way that Matt has his legs wrapped around him means that as Marazhai shifts to hold more of Matt’s weight, he’ll feel his half-hard dick through the Faire clothes that similarly don’t leave much to the imagination in that department. He’s shameless, and he is very into pain, clearly. ]
And I want you to do it again.
[ As if there was any doubt. More of Matt’s weight is put on the altar, but he doesn’t remove his hands as he leans back a bit. It’s for ease of access, but since there’s part of him that’s still paranoid at what he considers his good luck… Having his strong hands on breakable bone makes him feel more secure.
But. He just nods to the feathered collar and leather top. ]
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Excellent.
[ It’s murmured against him, and indeed, the smell of Matt’s skin is far better than his own. That is a thing about humans, he’s noticed. They smell… different than his own kin. Better, he would say, but why isn’t something he would be able to place beyond a difference in general difference in biology. He is tempted to bite down to have blood join that scent, but the attention returning to his ears stops him. The small kiss is almost ticklish, but the bite is sweeter.
He sucks in a hiss of breath, but the quiver of it is more telling. That, and, well. The way that Matt has his legs wrapped around him means that as Marazhai shifts to hold more of Matt’s weight, he’ll feel his half-hard dick through the Faire clothes that similarly don’t leave much to the imagination in that department. He’s shameless, and he is very into pain, clearly. ]
And I want you to do it again.
[ As if there was any doubt. More of Matt’s weight is put on the altar, but he doesn’t remove his hands as he leans back a bit. It’s for ease of access, but since there’s part of him that’s still paranoid at what he considers his good luck… Having his strong hands on breakable bone makes him feel more secure.
But. He just nods to the feathered collar and leather top. ]
Undress me.