With his head pressed into Glacius' neck, the alien can no doubt feel his fevered breaths, so hot they could rival that of his skin as his partner continues to stroke. His hands curl in front of him, nails digging along those tendons as he steadies himself, trying to withstand a carnal ache as it billows through him, emanating from his loins. He rocks steadily at first, trying to heighten the wave that washes over him, but he loses the rhythm after a moment and struggles to find it again.
"I- I would prefer to- have some of- some of it, I- I think," he manages to stammer out. "Em- embarrassing. Not- not proper moral conduct at- at all."
Though he says that, his body says otherwise, his breaths labored, his pelvis needfully rocking against Glacius' hand with more fervor than before. He wants to lose himself in this storm; he's safer there with Glacius than he is on his own, especially when his mind has been so clouded by his own inward, scathing judgment for some time.
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Date: 2017-03-30 02:57 am (UTC)"I- I would prefer to- have some of- some of it, I- I think," he manages to stammer out. "Em- embarrassing. Not- not proper moral conduct at- at all."
Though he says that, his body says otherwise, his breaths labored, his pelvis needfully rocking against Glacius' hand with more fervor than before. He wants to lose himself in this storm; he's safer there with Glacius than he is on his own, especially when his mind has been so clouded by his own inward, scathing judgment for some time.