[ There's a brief pause in Trahearne's movements when he feels nails tease his skin; he shudders, the sensation sending a ripple of ecstasy that pools in the pit of his stomach. Lips hover over Mishka's pale skin as he lets the feeling wash over him, eyes fluttering. That's a first for him. And he doesn't hate it.
But besides that, besides the quickened breath on Mishka's skin, he makes no other noise. It seems they're both the quiet types.
As thanks, he seals his lips onto his skin and begins to suck. Hard. His tongue gently glides over the skin within its enclosure, a stark contrast to how fiercely he digs his teeth into the other. Will it leave a mark? He's not sure. A flash of Syrlya and Adelis holding hands crosses his mind, and he bites harder in his frustration.
The hand at Mishka's waist lets go and drifts to his groin; when his palm feels the arousal through his pants, he presses into it, firmly massaging it. Though he isn't entirely sure what this is--he's far too drunk to think about it--he still wants it. ]
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But besides that, besides the quickened breath on Mishka's skin, he makes no other noise. It seems they're both the quiet types.
As thanks, he seals his lips onto his skin and begins to suck. Hard. His tongue gently glides over the skin within its enclosure, a stark contrast to how fiercely he digs his teeth into the other. Will it leave a mark? He's not sure. A flash of Syrlya and Adelis holding hands crosses his mind, and he bites harder in his frustration.
The hand at Mishka's waist lets go and drifts to his groin; when his palm feels the arousal through his pants, he presses into it, firmly massaging it. Though he isn't entirely sure what this is--he's far too drunk to think about it--he still wants it. ]