Maybe, but you’re still alive and working. It’s never too late for someone like that.
[He doesn’t know anything about the how or why, but regardless, he’s offered his help. Even if it’s just a small thing like communication, Luchino probably can figure out by now that Shiro is the kind of man that will try to help him with far more than that. There’s something about this man that Shiro feels drawn to. An urge to know more about him, to learn why he’s just as special. It’d be a lie to say none of it is physical; he’s still a man. Luchino’s character, his voice, the vestibules of humanity that rest intermingled with the reptile, they’re a potent combination. Though they never said much about anything beyond their proposed experiment, the fact both of them just doffed an article of clothing suggests similar mindsets.
Perhaps it is strange a human man would not only respond without panic to a serpentine tongue passing over his mouth, between his lips, but also accept it with a curious parting of his mouth. The answer is pretty simple, though it’s not exactly very positive “dinner conversation” as the case may be. Still, Shiro has no intention of letting down the promise he made for his own skill. Even before the Galra captured him, it wasn’t like he had no sexual experience with other men. Besides… reptilian or not, he’s pretty sure Luchino’s still got that “lizard part” of his brain. If not more.
It's selfish on his own part, but hell if he’s about to stop it. Shiro finishes his first slice as the other man sweeps a second and heads for the bed. One down isn’t enough to fill him, but it’s definitely enough to tide him over for some fun without having his stomach growling at him. The pilot pushes up from the chair and heads over to Luchino’s bed, eyeing the large furniture and the man as he sits on it and tends to his tail’s position. He cracks a small grin before slowly leaning forward. Both hands settle on Luchino’s muscular thighs and Shiro unashamedly feels them, tracing the long lines of flexing muscle beneath his scaled skin. Dips and curves, bulges and sinew. Very attractive legs… This guy can definitely move on them.]
I’ll be fine. We can always move onto the bed fully if it gets too bad.
[Yes, that’s an invitation as Shiro slowly goes down on his knees in between Luchino’s legs, one touching the ground first before the other. He deftly works the man’s pants clasp open, flesh fingers skirting over the slender-but-hard muscles of his tapered torso. Then with one last glance at his new companion, flicks the button open and slowly fans the zipper and fly.]
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Date: 2020-09-09 12:55 am (UTC)[He doesn’t know anything about the how or why, but regardless, he’s offered his help. Even if it’s just a small thing like communication, Luchino probably can figure out by now that Shiro is the kind of man that will try to help him with far more than that. There’s something about this man that Shiro feels drawn to. An urge to know more about him, to learn why he’s just as special. It’d be a lie to say none of it is physical; he’s still a man. Luchino’s character, his voice, the vestibules of humanity that rest intermingled with the reptile, they’re a potent combination. Though they never said much about anything beyond their proposed experiment, the fact both of them just doffed an article of clothing suggests similar mindsets.
Perhaps it is strange a human man would not only respond without panic to a serpentine tongue passing over his mouth, between his lips, but also accept it with a curious parting of his mouth. The answer is pretty simple, though it’s not exactly very positive “dinner conversation” as the case may be. Still, Shiro has no intention of letting down the promise he made for his own skill. Even before the Galra captured him, it wasn’t like he had no sexual experience with other men. Besides… reptilian or not, he’s pretty sure Luchino’s still got that “lizard part” of his brain. If not more.
It's selfish on his own part, but hell if he’s about to stop it. Shiro finishes his first slice as the other man sweeps a second and heads for the bed. One down isn’t enough to fill him, but it’s definitely enough to tide him over for some fun without having his stomach growling at him. The pilot pushes up from the chair and heads over to Luchino’s bed, eyeing the large furniture and the man as he sits on it and tends to his tail’s position. He cracks a small grin before slowly leaning forward. Both hands settle on Luchino’s muscular thighs and Shiro unashamedly feels them, tracing the long lines of flexing muscle beneath his scaled skin. Dips and curves, bulges and sinew. Very attractive legs… This guy can definitely move on them.]
I’ll be fine. We can always move onto the bed fully if it gets too bad.
[Yes, that’s an invitation as Shiro slowly goes down on his knees in between Luchino’s legs, one touching the ground first before the other. He deftly works the man’s pants clasp open, flesh fingers skirting over the slender-but-hard muscles of his tapered torso. Then with one last glance at his new companion, flicks the button open and slowly fans the zipper and fly.]