And rock Carlisle does -- it's a slow rhythm at first, just something to sate that longing welling in his abdomen. It is a step taken in the hopes of regaining his composure.
"I... I think of times like this," he starts, his eyes shutting as he lets his mind drift, awash in a sea of sensation. Glacius' fingers at his middle send a shiver skittering throughout his frame as he tries to subdue his body's responses, knowing how telling they can be. He'd like to think he has some control over himself, but he finds it increasingly difficult to maintain as Glacius tends to him.
He continues after a breath, his hand finding the hollow of Glacius' remaining mandible. "I like this, but- but I've also entertained the, um. The thought of you behind me, where you press against me so tightly that I can feel every... every curve of your musculature, and the points of your spines at my back."
Carlisle reddens deeper, a crimson flourish cutting across him as his eyes flit to Glacius, awaiting a reaction. He's clearly a little bothered by his own desire to engage in erotic indulgence, even of the imaginary variety.
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Date: 2017-06-21 02:31 am (UTC)"I... I think of times like this," he starts, his eyes shutting as he lets his mind drift, awash in a sea of sensation. Glacius' fingers at his middle send a shiver skittering throughout his frame as he tries to subdue his body's responses, knowing how telling they can be. He'd like to think he has some control over himself, but he finds it increasingly difficult to maintain as Glacius tends to him.
He continues after a breath, his hand finding the hollow of Glacius' remaining mandible. "I like this, but- but I've also entertained the, um. The thought of you behind me, where you press against me so tightly that I can feel every... every curve of your musculature, and the points of your spines at my back."
Carlisle reddens deeper, a crimson flourish cutting across him as his eyes flit to Glacius, awaiting a reaction. He's clearly a little bothered by his own desire to engage in erotic indulgence, even of the imaginary variety.