[ A quiet gasp-like moan is the reward for leaving that mark, and his hips shift when the third finger slides in. His face turns another shade darker as he's asked that very pointed question. The teasing earns narrowed eyes and his muscles clenching around the fingers, though his expression softens almost immediately after. Not even an ounce of genuine annoyance here... even with the hint of softened fluster.
But then he's left watching his lover lick the head of his dick, gaze resting on his own. He can feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he lets out a slow, faintly unsteady breath. ]
... Time.
[ Warmth touches his gaze, through the hints of shyness and obvious desire and physical longing. Love, honest and pure in many ways. Unconditional and never with expectations... It's all there, in both his expression and in his eyes. ]
Kunt 'antuzrik... Khnum. [ brushing fingers down the side of the god's neck ] Bisaeada.
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But then he's left watching his lover lick the head of his dick, gaze resting on his own. He can feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach as he lets out a slow, faintly unsteady breath. ]
... Time.
[ Warmth touches his gaze, through the hints of shyness and obvious desire and physical longing. Love, honest and pure in many ways. Unconditional and never with expectations... It's all there, in both his expression and in his eyes. ]
Kunt 'antuzrik... Khnum. [ brushing fingers down the side of the god's neck ] Bisaeada.