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Date: 2020-09-10 10:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( if he could leave the manor behind, take to space with shiro... sate not just his own curiosities, but learn about others and mayhaps take them into his own heart and mind and somehow bring something great into that world that is far away from the one he knows? he would be delighted. he would be thrilled. one large leap for reptile-kind, and possibly more than that if he has the energy and presence to do so. he might even give some of those pesky and cute aliens up there a run for their money, or even find some that might look similar to himself? who knows! the possibilities are endless!

but right now, the only thing he knows is the moment that they've created for themselves. luchino rolls his hips, spreads his legs further to make room for shiro, and gulps down a breath of warming air. his eyes lock onto those hands, those hands, those fingers. he's certainly playing the part of a scientist and researcher himself, though shiro doesn't look so flabbergasted by the idea of 'alien' reproductive organs. no, if anything, he's doing just fine. are his eyes on his two shafts, two wet looking organs that certainly ready for what they do best? they certainly seem to be and luchino is delighted.

upon feeling the tongue... sparks! not yet fireworks, but the lights are in his eyes. instinctively, he squeezes and flexes his feet, the talons there gently scratching the wooden floor. not carving, not just yet. he takes another breath, fills his lungs with air as a hiss comes from the back of his throat. he lounges back and places his free hand on the edge of the bed at his side, gripping the sheets and mattress. each one of his cocks receives attention and they pulse along with his heart, stiffening and growing more and more to the point of going full mast, engorged and dribbling. )


Sh... Shiro. ( the pizza in the other hand is quivering. ) You're not... ah, afraid?

( then again, it takes all of his strength to not drop the pizza. all of his focus to not listen to that lizard brain of his, whispering dark things that accompany temptation. )
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