Cool fingers wrapping around the base of each wing draws a shuddering groan from the half dragon as he buries his face in Len's neck, gasping for breath. More. Everything in him is screaming for more. More taste, more touch, more of that delicious friction and building heat between them.
He doesn't want him to get up, doesn't want to break an instant of contact until he's told why and then Mick is sitting back so they can both strip out of their clothes. Whatever comes next, they need clothes out of the way.
The Tiefling is just as beautiful as he was the first day Mick saw him. Only this time he can touch. This time he can run a hand down his chest and across his stomach, wrapping a hand around him, getting used to the weight and feel of him. Mick gives a few experimental strokes, watching to see how he reacts.
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Date: 2016-09-20 03:30 pm (UTC)He doesn't want him to get up, doesn't want to break an instant of contact until he's told why and then Mick is sitting back so they can both strip out of their clothes. Whatever comes next, they need clothes out of the way.
The Tiefling is just as beautiful as he was the first day Mick saw him. Only this time he can touch. This time he can run a hand down his chest and across his stomach, wrapping a hand around him, getting used to the weight and feel of him. Mick gives a few experimental strokes, watching to see how he reacts.