[ The drops on his stomach cause Trahearne to palpably shiver. It isn't much, and it isn't even that cold--not with the summer heat, at least. But it's the knowledge of what's coming, the anticipation that sends ripples through him, that gives him a momentary bout of vertigo.
But it also means that Adelis is once again neglected. Shaky hands let go of their vice-like grip on his hips to drift towards his cock, and he slowly begins to stroke.
In the quiet of the room, every noise that comes from Adelis as he preps himself is exceedingly loud. Trahearne's hand grips tighter with each gasp, and his mouth hangs open. It's...unfortunate he doesn't get to watch, but what he pictures in his mind, the way each noise filters into him and causes sparks to dart through his chest and limbs, is almost as good.
Adelis's hand takes over, and he lets go. Trahearne's arms fall above his head. He bites his lip in anticipation, the wet of the substance causing him to tingle. Is that how the lube is made, or is it simply his body's way of begging for release?
And as Adelis slowly, slowly takes him in, a surge of ecstasy washes over him, the slow pace of their previous back and forth suddenly not enough anymore. Trahearne throws his head back as his mouth gapes once again, the hands above him curling into the blankets above him, pulling them out of their tuck. He gasps, a low, loud groan rolling in his throat as Adelis sinks lower. ]
Ngh, Adelis...
[ Trahearne shifts against the bed, but does not lift his hips, as much as he wants to--as desperately as he wants to. He intends on proving his patience. At least for now. ]
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But it also means that Adelis is once again neglected. Shaky hands let go of their vice-like grip on his hips to drift towards his cock, and he slowly begins to stroke.
In the quiet of the room, every noise that comes from Adelis as he preps himself is exceedingly loud. Trahearne's hand grips tighter with each gasp, and his mouth hangs open. It's...unfortunate he doesn't get to watch, but what he pictures in his mind, the way each noise filters into him and causes sparks to dart through his chest and limbs, is almost as good.
Adelis's hand takes over, and he lets go. Trahearne's arms fall above his head. He bites his lip in anticipation, the wet of the substance causing him to tingle. Is that how the lube is made, or is it simply his body's way of begging for release?
And as Adelis slowly, slowly takes him in, a surge of ecstasy washes over him, the slow pace of their previous back and forth suddenly not enough anymore. Trahearne throws his head back as his mouth gapes once again, the hands above him curling into the blankets above him, pulling them out of their tuck. He gasps, a low, loud groan rolling in his throat as Adelis sinks lower. ]
Ngh, Adelis...
[ Trahearne shifts against the bed, but does not lift his hips, as much as he wants to--as desperately as he wants to. He intends on proving his patience. At least for now. ]