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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

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.

[glacius]

It's a good thing the Glacius left his gelatinous operculum intact, otherwise he might get a case of dry gills from the way Carlisle's heated breaths are blasting against his neck. Not that he seems like anything could deter him in this state--and right now it only seems to be encouraging the alien. His hand works faster to compensate for the more insistent rocking of the clergyman's hips, savoring ever pulse of need that he can feel that echoes in his own body. His other finds its way to his partner's hips, helping to regulate the more frantic rocking, attempting to help him reclaim that steadily mounting rhythm.

"That's the point," Glacius can't help but purr, finding himself charmed by the human's embarrassment. "In every other aspect of your life, you're trying to be proper, trying to keep up appearances. All of that stress can weigh on a person--I can see how it winds you so tightly, Carlisle... so now you need a chance to not worry about that of that. What you need right now is... release. And I--" a few more pronounced motions of his hand punctuate his words as he plays to the clergyman's fervor, "-intend to be it."

[tongueamok]

Though his right hand stays at those thick tendons, Carlisle's left arm wraps its way around Glacius' neck as the alien pumps him harder, clinging to his partner for purchase as that pleasurable pressure, so heavy within him, threatens to drag him beneath the waves. He struggles for breath, and even more so for words, which he still tries to push out of him. His mind is far more sluggish than his mouth, unfortunately, and his body has other plans as it reacts on reflex rather than thought.

"What I—" He's almost immediately interrupted by a licentious moan, something he doesn't have the chance to stifle in the least, and its volume makes that obvious. His whole body trembles, hips jerking against Glacius' grasp; that just makes the pressure more unbearable.

He tries again. "I... I... what I need might— ah."

He gasps shortly, another moan rattling through his throat. Looks like he's beyond words at this point, the heavy sweat and the way he grinds his teeth speaking volumes for him.

[glacius]

Carlisle's moan is met with a purr from Glacius, who steadies his partner as his body shakes and judders under the weight of his arousal. Every reaction the clergyman is giving is screaming that it won't be long, now--the volume of his voice, the clenching of his jaw, the tightness in every muscle as he reaches his breaking point...

... And then a few moments later he goes slack, spent, his limp body propped up against his alien partner, wrapped up securely in his strong arms. Glacius basks in the moment as Carlisle soaks in the afterglow, endorphins coasting his hazy mind near much-needed sleep, which suits the otherworldly being just fine. When it comes to strengthening their relationship and bettering the clergyman's life, there's always more work to be done... and his partner's slumber will give him the chance to finally enact a surprise that he has been planning for some time now.

[Continued.]