Btw, I took your advice and had another 3 lbs of sugar today >:3Noss had to admit; the feeling of Strel's arms around him was great. It gave him reassurance that it wasn't rape, for one, and that it wasn't a one-sided affair. Then again, how could he have mistaken it for one-sided with the way that Strel moved against him?
Noss momentarily thought about commenting on Strel's eyes; their color or how quickly he looked away. It would've come out as a joke, but for now, Noss didn't want to ruin the moment, so he actually kept his tongue in check; a miracle if there ever was one. Noss reached his teeth up to nibble on Strel's ear--one of many favorite places to do so--and drew back when he felt Strel's hands move further down his back. Arching downward, Noss twitched a little--a shiver in the manliest form possible--and looked back down at Strel as he whispered something to him. Smirking, Noss let the arm that was not supporting him wander to cup Strel's cheek, kissing him fervently again. Noss would never admit it, but he loved to hear Strel say such things. "I made a promise, remember?" Noss said, inhaling deeply to smell Strel's unique scent. It filled the grey warrior's mind and made his pulse race; how easily Strel could've made the proud man bend if he wanted. It only took a few words, and Noss was putty. Hopefully the redhead would never find out...
Noss contemplated furthering the sentence with something witty, but he didn't want to make it seem as if he had returned for Strel's body alone--even if aforementioned vessel was driving his own to insanity. The growing bulge in his nether regions rubbed surreptitiously against Strel's leg--a vague memory appearing in Noss's brain about the familiarity of the situation--and Noss licked his lips as he reached a hand down to palm Strel. "But I can see that you're not the only one," he let slip, toying with his lover a bit as he smirked down at him. Fate itself sighed in resignation; never could it change Noss's brazen way of turning everything into a match of words or brawn.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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