[Shiro hears that wet sound as the pizza hits the ground. Somewhere in his mind, there’s probably some regret for wasting food like that. But, well… he’s a little distracted right now. Despite the obvious trade of Luchino’s fluid from his dicks to his mouth, Shiro had really just intended to share the kiss as a way to prove he wasn’t scared of the reptilian man. Now that the kiss is settling against Luchino’s mouth, that exchange of flavors is pretty obvious. Sinking into the touch, he leans a bit further into him, one hand resting on the bed, the other still braced on a strong, scaled thigh.
Any number of warning thoughts could be going through his head right now. Serpents and other reptiles are venomous. Who knew what could be resting withing Luchino’s lips? He has fangs that could cut or envenomate him, a long prehensile tongue that could easily grab his own or go right down his throat (the latter part’s not much a problem), he could even have toxic saliva. Anything that might make a human wary of pressing his open mouth and bare lips to the man’s own scaled white. And yet… he does… and one taste throws any potential doubt or regret out the damn window.]
Don’t worry. I’m not frightened. [Shiro offers a small smile, both comforting and charming.] You’re very attractive. Looks and personality.
[Shiro lets the man take his hand, lifting his arm to give Luchino full access to his remaining flesh hand. The way he squeezes it and curls his fingers around it… He move his fingers, deliberately brushing over the green and white scales, touching long black claws and feeling the shape of his hand. It’s a pleasant sensation, knowing Luchino’s taking care not to nick or cut him. But as the other man will likely see soon, Shiro’s had a hell of a lot worse than some nicks or cuts.
He's well aware this escalated quickly. It could be the heat, could be experimentation between two people, a way to form a bond that’s more in tune with the bestial part of humanity. But Shiro at least knows he’d like to see more of Luchino even after this. As that large hand comes to res on his face, the pilot leans into it, tilting his head into the run of fingers that skim over his flesh and card through his hair. The longer shock of white bangs fluffs a little over his index and thumb until Luchino delves into the shorter black area of his hair, the back and sides cropped short in an undercut that probably gives the reptilian man an interesting sensation to fondle. A gentle skim of those claws earns a shiver rippling down Shiro’s spine.]
Don’t praise me too much. [He offers the comment with a soft laugh.] I’m not a “clean” person. [Yes, he was “good”, but as a soldier, a gladiatorial slave, even as a Paladin, he’s killed. He’s destroyed. He’s selfishly kept himself alive at the expense of others. No logical person would condemn him for it, but Shiro… he takes care of that condemning himself. Tries not to think about it, but it’s there. Ghosts of the past, those no locked away both the amnesia and the PTSD issues. Anyways… he shakes himself mentally to throw the thoughts off. There’s a flicking of that ruby tongue against his chin, tickling its way up to his cheek for a few taps. It brings a small grin to the human’s face.]
Wouldn’t say that. [Then turns his head and opens his mouth. Enough to let his tongue slide out and brush against the forked tips of Luchino’s. A slight “puff of his chest” and an invitation.] Maybe we should… get a little more comfortable? [And tugs two metal fingers at the strained hem of Luchino’s pants in suggestion.] See what other trouble we can make.
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Date: 2020-09-11 09:56 pm (UTC)Any number of warning thoughts could be going through his head right now. Serpents and other reptiles are venomous. Who knew what could be resting withing Luchino’s lips? He has fangs that could cut or envenomate him, a long prehensile tongue that could easily grab his own or go right down his throat (the latter part’s not much a problem), he could even have toxic saliva. Anything that might make a human wary of pressing his open mouth and bare lips to the man’s own scaled white. And yet… he does… and one taste throws any potential doubt or regret out the damn window.]
Don’t worry. I’m not frightened. [Shiro offers a small smile, both comforting and charming.] You’re very attractive. Looks and personality.
[Shiro lets the man take his hand, lifting his arm to give Luchino full access to his remaining flesh hand. The way he squeezes it and curls his fingers around it… He move his fingers, deliberately brushing over the green and white scales, touching long black claws and feeling the shape of his hand. It’s a pleasant sensation, knowing Luchino’s taking care not to nick or cut him. But as the other man will likely see soon, Shiro’s had a hell of a lot worse than some nicks or cuts.
He's well aware this escalated quickly. It could be the heat, could be experimentation between two people, a way to form a bond that’s more in tune with the bestial part of humanity. But Shiro at least knows he’d like to see more of Luchino even after this. As that large hand comes to res on his face, the pilot leans into it, tilting his head into the run of fingers that skim over his flesh and card through his hair. The longer shock of white bangs fluffs a little over his index and thumb until Luchino delves into the shorter black area of his hair, the back and sides cropped short in an undercut that probably gives the reptilian man an interesting sensation to fondle. A gentle skim of those claws earns a shiver rippling down Shiro’s spine.]
Don’t praise me too much. [He offers the comment with a soft laugh.] I’m not a “clean” person. [Yes, he was “good”, but as a soldier, a gladiatorial slave, even as a Paladin, he’s killed. He’s destroyed. He’s selfishly kept himself alive at the expense of others. No logical person would condemn him for it, but Shiro… he takes care of that condemning himself. Tries not to think about it, but it’s there. Ghosts of the past, those no locked away both the amnesia and the PTSD issues. Anyways… he shakes himself mentally to throw the thoughts off. There’s a flicking of that ruby tongue against his chin, tickling its way up to his cheek for a few taps. It brings a small grin to the human’s face.]
Wouldn’t say that. [Then turns his head and opens his mouth. Enough to let his tongue slide out and brush against the forked tips of Luchino’s. A slight “puff of his chest” and an invitation.] Maybe we should… get a little more comfortable? [And tugs two metal fingers at the strained hem of Luchino’s pants in suggestion.] See what other trouble we can make.