[If he’s already game for it, then Luchino’s going to be given such an opportunity later on. Shiro’s already thought about how he wants to approach that subject. A simple suggestion that he could further his research and meet new people at the Garrison. While he’s still not sure if this mansion is keeping Luchino here or if it’s self-induced exile, he’ll figure that out when it approaches. As for the house being larger on the inside than the outside… well, that’s definitely something the scientists at the Garrison would love to look into. But Shiro plans to keep all of Luchino’s secrets until the man himself is ready to offer them.
And, well… they’ll… probably come up with a different story on how they first met. Shiro doesn’t regret this, but it’s not really something he wants people to know about. It’s private, between him and Luchino.
The way he rolls his hips presses his groin just a little further towards his face, causing Shiro’s tongue to slide between the twin shafts hiding within the other man’s slit. God damn, the way his legs move like that is so… tempting. It’s hard to keep his fingers from just grabbing and tearing those now-kind-of-annoying brown pants off Luchino’s legs. As soon as he gets a small break, he’s going to fix that little issue…
Shiro lifts his eyes, traveling along the light tan scales covering Luchino’s toned stomach and chest, up his throat to his face, wanting to see his reaction as his tongue works over his organs. The heady breaths of heating air he’s gulping in make his ears burn with pleasure. And his eyes… he can see the lights sparking in them as much as the faint red burning in the reptilian man’s face. The soft scratching noises momentarily surprise him, but he realizes what they are a second later and can’t help a soft breath of amusement. Those are going to be interesting…
As Luchino leans back in that attractive, sex-glazed lounge of his, Shiro draws his head back, allowing the man’s twin cocks to push and swell further from his body. He doesn’t let up on his touches, hands smoothing out to either side of the reptilian’s hips and his tongue sliding along the tapered heads. Shiro curls his tongue in a U around one, cupping the tip in the slick muscle and letting a few beads of saliva drool down his filling shaft. So hot and full… the throbbing flesh engorged… he can taste his fluid already, dripping from the tip and coating his lengths. A quick flick of his tongue leaves the second and Shiro looks up at Luchino.]
No. Should I be?
[The question is honest, but kind, as if he already knows the answer. Luchino is a good man. He’s not naïve enough to think the reptilian doesn’t have darkness in his past, might even be wrestling with it now. But… there’s someone there Shiro’s offering a hand towards, hoping he’ll take it. For a few seconds, he hesitates. But then leans up. Question answered or not, Shiro closes the distance between them and finds Luchino’s mouth with his own. It’s not part of the deal, not part of the experiment… but damn it. He can’t bring himself to care right now.
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Date: 2020-09-11 04:33 pm (UTC)And, well… they’ll… probably come up with a different story on how they first met. Shiro doesn’t regret this, but it’s not really something he wants people to know about. It’s private, between him and Luchino.
The way he rolls his hips presses his groin just a little further towards his face, causing Shiro’s tongue to slide between the twin shafts hiding within the other man’s slit. God damn, the way his legs move like that is so… tempting. It’s hard to keep his fingers from just grabbing and tearing those now-kind-of-annoying brown pants off Luchino’s legs. As soon as he gets a small break, he’s going to fix that little issue…
Shiro lifts his eyes, traveling along the light tan scales covering Luchino’s toned stomach and chest, up his throat to his face, wanting to see his reaction as his tongue works over his organs. The heady breaths of heating air he’s gulping in make his ears burn with pleasure. And his eyes… he can see the lights sparking in them as much as the faint red burning in the reptilian man’s face. The soft scratching noises momentarily surprise him, but he realizes what they are a second later and can’t help a soft breath of amusement. Those are going to be interesting…
As Luchino leans back in that attractive, sex-glazed lounge of his, Shiro draws his head back, allowing the man’s twin cocks to push and swell further from his body. He doesn’t let up on his touches, hands smoothing out to either side of the reptilian’s hips and his tongue sliding along the tapered heads. Shiro curls his tongue in a U around one, cupping the tip in the slick muscle and letting a few beads of saliva drool down his filling shaft. So hot and full… the throbbing flesh engorged… he can taste his fluid already, dripping from the tip and coating his lengths. A quick flick of his tongue leaves the second and Shiro looks up at Luchino.]
No. Should I be?
[The question is honest, but kind, as if he already knows the answer. Luchino is a good man. He’s not naïve enough to think the reptilian doesn’t have darkness in his past, might even be wrestling with it now. But… there’s someone there Shiro’s offering a hand towards, hoping he’ll take it. For a few seconds, he hesitates. But then leans up. Question answered or not, Shiro closes the distance between them and finds Luchino’s mouth with his own. It’s not part of the deal, not part of the experiment… but damn it. He can’t bring himself to care right now.
Of course he’s not afraid of him.]