You're right. ( there's another light, contemplative smile on luchino's face. shiro's not wrong. a chance to do things correctly, to avoid such dark desires and malicious thoughts would be the most ideal way to handle the rest of his scientific endeavors. perhaps, knowing someone would be watching him would be enough to keep him going in the right direction? or maybe because he doesn't wish to hurt or break the trust that shiro has given him will give him the strength to stay on the straight and forward path. to have a person to be good for, to maintain a moral ground, feels much better than going it alone.
his heart skips a beat. shiro's so close already, he can't keep his thighs from twitching as they're touched. his next breath feels warmer as it leaves him, and he spreads his legs slightly more than they were before. both of shiro's hands, working to get rid of luchino's pants makes him taste the air again, flicking, mouth staying agape as he murmurs his appreciation in a low hiss. )
Be careful. You may have never seen anything like what you're searching for.
( as the fly is opened, there is nothing there at first glance. it's only when he leans a little further back and allows the slit in the folds of his scales to part that a shaky moan rumbles from his lips. moisture gathers around it, and it takes all of luchino to not thrust his hips, instead allowing what stirs from inside to peek out: twin tapered tips that peek out and touch the cool air, thickening and bulging out in tandem. the color is about the same as his tongue, a pink that is more flesh-like than the rest of him, but make no mistake: they are certainly far from human. )
There are... two. Between eight and nine inches in length. ( said in between soft huffs. ) You'll have to coax the rest of them out.
( which honestly, shiro is already doing a good job of with those simple touches. it'll just take some more effort to get the rest of them to show themselves. )
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Date: 2020-09-09 04:05 am (UTC)his heart skips a beat. shiro's so close already, he can't keep his thighs from twitching as they're touched. his next breath feels warmer as it leaves him, and he spreads his legs slightly more than they were before. both of shiro's hands, working to get rid of luchino's pants makes him taste the air again, flicking, mouth staying agape as he murmurs his appreciation in a low hiss. )
Be careful. You may have never seen anything like what you're searching for.
( as the fly is opened, there is nothing there at first glance. it's only when he leans a little further back and allows the slit in the folds of his scales to part that a shaky moan rumbles from his lips. moisture gathers around it, and it takes all of luchino to not thrust his hips, instead allowing what stirs from inside to peek out: twin tapered tips that peek out and touch the cool air, thickening and bulging out in tandem. the color is about the same as his tongue, a pink that is more flesh-like than the rest of him, but make no mistake: they are certainly far from human. )
There are... two. Between eight and nine inches in length. ( said in between soft huffs. ) You'll have to coax the rest of them out.
( which honestly, shiro is already doing a good job of with those simple touches. it'll just take some more effort to get the rest of them to show themselves. )