[ The subtle affections they trade in the afterglow of their lovemaking is more than Hal has allowed with past bedmates. Nevertheless it feels natural. Even the strange new sensation of Zevlor's tail whenever it winds around him, alien but still welcomed, feels like it belongs. Perhaps because it makes him feel like he belongs.
The exhaustion of his body is second to the quiet, insatiable hunger that lives in him whenever they are alone. He ignores the ache of his thighs to better enjoy the stroke of those claws that send shivers down his spine, muffling a hum of pleasure against Zevlor's throat. How can he tire of this man? In every way they are matched and it is becoming increasingly clear that there can be no future on his throne without Zevlor there to stand beside it.
It is a bittersweet hope that he tries hard not to cling to but in these intimate pockets of reality that they make for themselves, it's hard not to imagine. ] Forever, is it?
[ Hal's voice is a low rumble of amusement as he slides back down to the bedding to lie beside Zevlor on his side, their legs tangled. He tenderly rearranges the messy locks of hair that have fallen around Zevlor's horns, smoothing the errant strands back until there is nothing to obstruct his view or the touch of his fingertips along the sharp ridges of high cheekbones. ] And I thought I was the insatiable one.
[ His smiles come more easily now. There are fewer attempts to hide them and it puts a spotlight on his youth. It's quite possible Zevlor is the oldest person he's ever lain with and yet all it has done is allowed them to combine their experiences so that each one they create together is uniquely pleasurable.
Hal props his head up on a hand while his other strokes its way back between Zevlor's legs, walking a teasing touch up and over Zevlor's spent cock. ] How easy it would be to forget the world when the entirety of it is right here.
[ His hand curls, seeking to stroke Zevlor through the over sensitive feeling of being teased. ] When we're at the Gate... [ The words are familiar. They often visit them with musings of the future that awaits them. ] You and I will get a room in Sharess' Caress where I can keep you locked away and full of as much of me as you can handle. Where I won't have to compete with the aches and pains of the road. It'll be only the ones we leave each other with.
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The exhaustion of his body is second to the quiet, insatiable hunger that lives in him whenever they are alone. He ignores the ache of his thighs to better enjoy the stroke of those claws that send shivers down his spine, muffling a hum of pleasure against Zevlor's throat. How can he tire of this man? In every way they are matched and it is becoming increasingly clear that there can be no future on his throne without Zevlor there to stand beside it.
It is a bittersweet hope that he tries hard not to cling to but in these intimate pockets of reality that they make for themselves, it's hard not to imagine. ] Forever, is it?
[ Hal's voice is a low rumble of amusement as he slides back down to the bedding to lie beside Zevlor on his side, their legs tangled. He tenderly rearranges the messy locks of hair that have fallen around Zevlor's horns, smoothing the errant strands back until there is nothing to obstruct his view or the touch of his fingertips along the sharp ridges of high cheekbones. ] And I thought I was the insatiable one.
[ His smiles come more easily now. There are fewer attempts to hide them and it puts a spotlight on his youth. It's quite possible Zevlor is the oldest person he's ever lain with and yet all it has done is allowed them to combine their experiences so that each one they create together is uniquely pleasurable.
Hal props his head up on a hand while his other strokes its way back between Zevlor's legs, walking a teasing touch up and over Zevlor's spent cock. ] How easy it would be to forget the world when the entirety of it is right here.
[ His hand curls, seeking to stroke Zevlor through the over sensitive feeling of being teased. ] When we're at the Gate... [ The words are familiar. They often visit them with musings of the future that awaits them. ] You and I will get a room in Sharess' Caress where I can keep you locked away and full of as much of me as you can handle. Where I won't have to compete with the aches and pains of the road. It'll be only the ones we leave each other with.