Mick doesn't want to leave his partner, doesn't want to stop at all, but there's the promise of more and that's enough to drive him towards the fire and the oil that he needs.
The sight of the Tiefling crawling closer, the firelight shimmering off his dark skin and the dusky plates is enough to steal his breath. A heavy hand settles on his hip, smoothing along the curve of his ass, down his flank. He's beautiful.
He coats one palm in oil, pressing himself up against his partner to drag a slick hand along his length, kissing down his shoulder and nipping eagerly at his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. It's not exactly like the mating dances of other dragons, executed in flight, but the intent is still the same. One act will bind him to Snart for the rest of his days.
The slick hand drags back across his hip, pressing a finger against his enticing entrance, just below where his tail quivers eagerly. "Will you let me, Lenny?"
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Date: 2016-12-29 07:01 pm (UTC)The sight of the Tiefling crawling closer, the firelight shimmering off his dark skin and the dusky plates is enough to steal his breath. A heavy hand settles on his hip, smoothing along the curve of his ass, down his flank. He's beautiful.
He coats one palm in oil, pressing himself up against his partner to drag a slick hand along his length, kissing down his shoulder and nipping eagerly at his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. It's not exactly like the mating dances of other dragons, executed in flight, but the intent is still the same. One act will bind him to Snart for the rest of his days.
The slick hand drags back across his hip, pressing a finger against his enticing entrance, just below where his tail quivers eagerly. "Will you let me, Lenny?"