[He doesn’t want to assume too much or reprimand the man for doing something he never did. For all Shiro truly knows, this change could have been the result of a fruitful and deliberate experiment that only intended to affect Luchino and nothing else. Though… unfortunately Shiro’s nowhere near that rose-tinted in his worldview. Even if the man hasn’t delved deeply into the risky parts, there are still those temptations when dealing with the new and powerful. He’d like to know more about his experiments and perhaps even invite him to the Garrison. There are people there who would be glad to offer insight, encouragement, and curiosities for his work. And would support him in case he started to delve into some of the darker indulgences. Of course, Shiro and the other Paladins work out of the Garrison as well, so he’d be able to see Luchino plenty.
Things for later talk.
It does take a bit of figuring out and reach around to work the man’s pants free of that impressive tail of his. While most lizards don’t have all that prehensile of a tail, he’s already seen Luchino wrap that doorknob in his. It’s really amazing. He only gets them down below the curve of his hips bones before the mixture of his attention focusing on Luchino’s pelvis and the man’s pants catching around his spreading thighs halts the descent. Not that he’s really questioning it anymore… most of him wants those pants off completely.]
Maybe not… but there’s a first time for everything.
[He’s not all that surprised when he finds a sleek plane of scales resting over the reptilian man’s groin. Akin to one of those not-so-anatomically-correct dolls. Smooth and firm, like a skintight costume of scaled spandex. And then that slit slices through the light-colored scales. Even though he’s not touched him, Luchino moans like that and Shiro feels it rumbling in his chest. Right down to his own groin. The slit parts further and he swallows at the sheer slick of it. Wet gathering around his entrance like that… making it easier to see the movement inside. While… he has seen something similar to this, it’s not exactly the same.
This is unique… and… two? Shiro’s throat dips again as the twin tips appear at the rim of his slit. Small at first, but then abruptly thickening and bulging against each other. They may be tapered at the tip, but they’re not small. The color as the serpentine tongue above. Nothing human about them save for the fact they’re… yeah…]
Two… [He repeats it in a quiet voice, a soft puff of amusement at being given the size coming out in a warm breath ghosting over Luchino’s slit. Cocky lizard man. He abandons the man’s pants and traces both thumbs along the outside of his scaled opening, feeling the rounded rim beneath the small, flexible plates. Just allowing this thumbs to tilt inward and brush along the smooth, wet chute inside that holds his partner’s arousal… s. Shiro eases one hand up, moving to lightly thumb the apex of his slit, the other hand dropping to cup and fondle the base and chance a few touches to his perineum. While he obviously doesn’t seem to have testicles, they could be inside as well. Who knows.
He leans down, eyes still lingering on the sculpture of Luchino’s abdomen, and exhales directly onto the twin shafts just peeking from the heat of his body. Then slowly traces his tongue up the right rim of his cloaca. Up to his thumb, then down to other one. Before trading sides. The heat and flavor are unique all to themselves, tasting the slickness already building up inside the parted flesh and scales. Shiro’s eyes lid slightly as he repeats the motions. Then finally, deliberately, slides his tongue between the ventricle and laves the hot muscle over both tapered tips. Passing one then the other, slowly exploring their shape and size, the sensation of their texture wandering over his tongue. Hell, even if the guy is able to keep the pizza in his mouth, that’s probably not really a focus for either of them anymore.]
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Things for later talk.
It does take a bit of figuring out and reach around to work the man’s pants free of that impressive tail of his. While most lizards don’t have all that prehensile of a tail, he’s already seen Luchino wrap that doorknob in his. It’s really amazing. He only gets them down below the curve of his hips bones before the mixture of his attention focusing on Luchino’s pelvis and the man’s pants catching around his spreading thighs halts the descent. Not that he’s really questioning it anymore… most of him wants those pants off completely.]
Maybe not… but there’s a first time for everything.
[He’s not all that surprised when he finds a sleek plane of scales resting over the reptilian man’s groin. Akin to one of those not-so-anatomically-correct dolls. Smooth and firm, like a skintight costume of scaled spandex. And then that slit slices through the light-colored scales. Even though he’s not touched him, Luchino moans like that and Shiro feels it rumbling in his chest. Right down to his own groin. The slit parts further and he swallows at the sheer slick of it. Wet gathering around his entrance like that… making it easier to see the movement inside. While… he has seen something similar to this, it’s not exactly the same.
This is unique… and… two? Shiro’s throat dips again as the twin tips appear at the rim of his slit. Small at first, but then abruptly thickening and bulging against each other. They may be tapered at the tip, but they’re not small. The color as the serpentine tongue above. Nothing human about them save for the fact they’re… yeah…]
Two… [He repeats it in a quiet voice, a soft puff of amusement at being given the size coming out in a warm breath ghosting over Luchino’s slit. Cocky lizard man. He abandons the man’s pants and traces both thumbs along the outside of his scaled opening, feeling the rounded rim beneath the small, flexible plates. Just allowing this thumbs to tilt inward and brush along the smooth, wet chute inside that holds his partner’s arousal… s. Shiro eases one hand up, moving to lightly thumb the apex of his slit, the other hand dropping to cup and fondle the base and chance a few touches to his perineum. While he obviously doesn’t seem to have testicles, they could be inside as well. Who knows.
He leans down, eyes still lingering on the sculpture of Luchino’s abdomen, and exhales directly onto the twin shafts just peeking from the heat of his body. Then slowly traces his tongue up the right rim of his cloaca. Up to his thumb, then down to other one. Before trading sides. The heat and flavor are unique all to themselves, tasting the slickness already building up inside the parted flesh and scales. Shiro’s eyes lid slightly as he repeats the motions. Then finally, deliberately, slides his tongue between the ventricle and laves the hot muscle over both tapered tips. Passing one then the other, slowly exploring their shape and size, the sensation of their texture wandering over his tongue. Hell, even if the guy is able to keep the pizza in his mouth, that’s probably not really a focus for either of them anymore.]