[there's a pressure to Zephir's presence once he's directly in his space, face in his hands to be forced to look up. there's no will left in him to fight back and his body is touch starved, making him putty in Zephir's hands. he grabs at his wrists like he's pulling away, but there's no effort to it.]
I don't--
[don't steal, waste, want his generosity. either from pleasure or disgust, the rest of his words are drowned by the groan that vibrates from his throat when his mouth is opened by this naked being looming over him. the strange liquid is swallowed too willingly, the second it drops over his tongue he wants to lap more of it up. it sends a delectable dose of magic through his veins.
what does he have to do for more of that. he stares, half-dazed, then he's got one hand on the back of Zephir's neck to pull him down and close any distance left between their lips.]
no subject
I don't--
[don't steal, waste, want his generosity. either from pleasure or disgust, the rest of his words are drowned by the groan that vibrates from his throat when his mouth is opened by this naked being looming over him. the strange liquid is swallowed too willingly, the second it drops over his tongue he wants to lap more of it up. it sends a delectable dose of magic through his veins.
what does he have to do for more of that. he stares, half-dazed, then he's got one hand on the back of Zephir's neck to pull him down and close any distance left between their lips.]