[ For a moment, Trahearne pauses in his biting, though he continues to roll his hips onto Adelis's, taking in the quiet way the sheets rustle under their movement. Through lidded eyes he observes the mark he leaves on his skin, the traces of previous...encounters, but he only regards it with mild curiosity, and nothing more. The need in the pit of his stomach grows, and he breathes with anticipation onto Adelis's skin.
His eyes slowly trail up, settling on blue. ]
I would be impressed if you take away my ability to think.
[ Genuinely. Overthinking is his specialty, and he is aware of this. Despite this, there's a tease in his voice, a grin on his lips. It is a challenge.
The hiss he'd heard--he liked that. How does he make him make him make more noises?
Trahearne takes the bared neck as an invitation; he dives to a lower spot, one where he sees old bite marks, settling his teeth just offset from the old marks. He exhales as his tongue slips from his mouth, wetting the spot, sucking and aggravating the healing wound. If it's too much, he trusts Adelis to tell him so (though he has a felling it's unlikely).
The hand at his hip lets go, snakes around his lower waist to forcefully arch his back, to keep their hips pressed and grinding together. His fingers slip into the waistband at his back, probing the softer flesh of his rear. In truth, he is getting a little impatient, what with how he feels the pressure building between them, but his curiosity is almost sated, he thinks. Soon. ]
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His eyes slowly trail up, settling on blue. ]
I would be impressed if you take away my ability to think.
[ Genuinely. Overthinking is his specialty, and he is aware of this. Despite this, there's a tease in his voice, a grin on his lips. It is a challenge.
The hiss he'd heard--he liked that. How does he make him make him make more noises?
Trahearne takes the bared neck as an invitation; he dives to a lower spot, one where he sees old bite marks, settling his teeth just offset from the old marks. He exhales as his tongue slips from his mouth, wetting the spot, sucking and aggravating the healing wound. If it's too much, he trusts Adelis to tell him so (though he has a felling it's unlikely).
The hand at his hip lets go, snakes around his lower waist to forcefully arch his back, to keep their hips pressed and grinding together. His fingers slip into the waistband at his back, probing the softer flesh of his rear. In truth, he is getting a little impatient, what with how he feels the pressure building between them, but his curiosity is almost sated, he thinks. Soon. ]