[Shiro’s pretty glad for that too. Admittedly, there’s a part of him that’s just waiting for something to start tingling on his lips or for his tongue to go numb. But the more seconds that pass without anything negative, the easier it is to accept there’s no venom. Perhaps it’s just something Luchino can control, decide when he wants to inject. Who knows? Either way, he’s grateful for it, leaving him able to kiss and touch the other man without any kind of worry. Well, there’s the spines under his chin, sharp teeth, those dark claws on his fingers, the large talons on his toes, but apart from those expected parts of a reptilian man, nothing else hidden away that’s coming to light. Still, getting to explore Luchino isn’t a chance Shiro’s going to take lightly. This man’s intriguing…
He leans in for a quick flick of his tongue along one of those flushed, white-scaled cheeks. Surprised the blush even shows up on his scales, but it’s attractive. Maybe his scales still mimic the heat and chance of human skin in some ways. He wouldn’t be surprised—definitely amazing though—to find out Luchino has camouflage abilities. What kinds of colors can he turn his scales? What patterns could he make? He’ll keep the questions inside for a little bit longer, not wanting to just overwhelm the guy with curiosity. Some of which might be considered personal.]
Not all the time. [Unfortunately Shiro can’t let Luchino assume he’s kind and gentle all the time; he knows when to be firm and even rude (though it’s rare). But right now, he just wants the other man to know acceptance. And attraction. Shiro ducks his head a little at the mention of being observant, eyes wandering along Luchino’s cheek and down to his throat, then back up.] Think I’ve got those down.
[With the idea of a blowjob and pizza now firmly thrown out the window, Shiro draws back to kneel on the floor in front of Luchino, giving him room to move his pan—or just completely shred them. The human’s mouth drops a little as claws rip right through the material and leave him wide open to display.] Whoa… [From the entire display. Both the power and precision of those claws and the revealed body beneath. The cling of those pants and that shirt didn’t leave too much to the imagination, but seeing him completely… presenting himself as he settles on the bed and tosses his shirt away… naked and ready.
Shiro swallows before pushing himself up.] You really are amazing, Luchino… [Then moves to undo his own belt. Sorry, but he’s not wrecking his clothes. Hot as it’d be. Leather and metal click and he pops the fly of his pants after the buckle of his belt flicks open. A quick step and tug frees his boots and he pulls them off via a step on the heel of one, then the other. Gripping the hem of his shirt from inside the rim of his pants, Shiro pulls it up his torso and over his head. He knows exactly what Luchino’s going to see.
Apart from the impressive sculpture of his stacked muscles and athletic body, build for speed and power, the price he paid for it is etched all over his body. Scars tear and rip across his skin, covering his body, arms and torso alike, with marks that came from an array of claws, teeth, bladed weapons, metal and rock, a host of other injuries he accrued over a year of fighting for his life in the Galra prisoner arenas. It’s no exaggeration to say Shiro’s a mess. It’s a miracle his head escaped lasting scars save for the one sliced across the bridge of his nose. As his shirt falls from his metal hand, he uses his other to shuck his pants off his hips, taking a pair of black boxer briefs with it. Shiro’s lower half didn’t receive any less rough treatment than his upper, scar marks decorating the lines of his hips and strong thighs and calves.
If it’s any consolation, he’s hard as a rock, to put it nicely. The mixture of Luchino’s touches, getting the invitation to work his tongue around his cocks, and that final strip and splay on the bed… how the hell could he have kept his own arousal down? Not that he’s any slouch to look at either, a full eight and a half inches and thick. Shiro kneels one leg on the bed, eyes moving to meet the other man’s. Ironic for all they’ve done, he’s still giving Luchino the option to back out. After all, the kind of damage to his body isn’t what people would call “attractive” by any sense of the word.]
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Date: 2020-09-12 11:15 pm (UTC)He leans in for a quick flick of his tongue along one of those flushed, white-scaled cheeks. Surprised the blush even shows up on his scales, but it’s attractive. Maybe his scales still mimic the heat and chance of human skin in some ways. He wouldn’t be surprised—definitely amazing though—to find out Luchino has camouflage abilities. What kinds of colors can he turn his scales? What patterns could he make? He’ll keep the questions inside for a little bit longer, not wanting to just overwhelm the guy with curiosity. Some of which might be considered personal.]
Not all the time. [Unfortunately Shiro can’t let Luchino assume he’s kind and gentle all the time; he knows when to be firm and even rude (though it’s rare). But right now, he just wants the other man to know acceptance. And attraction. Shiro ducks his head a little at the mention of being observant, eyes wandering along Luchino’s cheek and down to his throat, then back up.] Think I’ve got those down.
[With the idea of a blowjob and pizza now firmly thrown out the window, Shiro draws back to kneel on the floor in front of Luchino, giving him room to move his pan—or just completely shred them. The human’s mouth drops a little as claws rip right through the material and leave him wide open to display.] Whoa… [From the entire display. Both the power and precision of those claws and the revealed body beneath. The cling of those pants and that shirt didn’t leave too much to the imagination, but seeing him completely… presenting himself as he settles on the bed and tosses his shirt away… naked and ready.
Shiro swallows before pushing himself up.] You really are amazing, Luchino… [Then moves to undo his own belt. Sorry, but he’s not wrecking his clothes. Hot as it’d be. Leather and metal click and he pops the fly of his pants after the buckle of his belt flicks open. A quick step and tug frees his boots and he pulls them off via a step on the heel of one, then the other. Gripping the hem of his shirt from inside the rim of his pants, Shiro pulls it up his torso and over his head. He knows exactly what Luchino’s going to see.
Apart from the impressive sculpture of his stacked muscles and athletic body, build for speed and power, the price he paid for it is etched all over his body. Scars tear and rip across his skin, covering his body, arms and torso alike, with marks that came from an array of claws, teeth, bladed weapons, metal and rock, a host of other injuries he accrued over a year of fighting for his life in the Galra prisoner arenas. It’s no exaggeration to say Shiro’s a mess. It’s a miracle his head escaped lasting scars save for the one sliced across the bridge of his nose. As his shirt falls from his metal hand, he uses his other to shuck his pants off his hips, taking a pair of black boxer briefs with it. Shiro’s lower half didn’t receive any less rough treatment than his upper, scar marks decorating the lines of his hips and strong thighs and calves.
If it’s any consolation, he’s hard as a rock, to put it nicely. The mixture of Luchino’s touches, getting the invitation to work his tongue around his cocks, and that final strip and splay on the bed… how the hell could he have kept his own arousal down? Not that he’s any slouch to look at either, a full eight and a half inches and thick. Shiro kneels one leg on the bed, eyes moving to meet the other man’s. Ironic for all they’ve done, he’s still giving Luchino the option to back out. After all, the kind of damage to his body isn’t what people would call “attractive” by any sense of the word.]