( shiro's rewarded with a deeper blush, a hum of appreciation, and the sound of his tail brushing underneath him. that tongue! that human tongue. when was the last time he felt one, other than today? it's been a long time coming, that's for sure. how firm and strong it is, how broad it is compared to his reptilian one. even though it lacks the length and flexibility, it's certainly... beautiful, in a strange way. to be able to taste every kind of flavor is a thing luchino does miss, but there are other advantages that he's come to enjoy. )

No. But to a stranger, you've only extended your most pleasant qualities. Unbiased.

( his scales brighten again, red and pink. amazing? him? that's the last compliment he ever expects to hear. crazy. unfiltered. hyper-focused. mad. there were a lot of words his peers had slung at him, but they bounced off of him as if he already had scales there all along. to then be complimented and graced by shiro's stripping act... well. how could he not groan as his twin shafts start to flow again? how could his thighs not twitch as he aches for some kind of touch again, desiring relief?

it's when he sees shiro's clothes off that makes him sit up. it's not the fact that he's muscular, fit, built like a prime specimen of a man, but the fact those scars... those marks? he's taken a beating at some point in his life. they look old, but that means nothing physically. it's mentally. emotionally. those scars rarely fade. he knows that from experience. luchino slowly sits up, bends forward so that he could rub the man's chest with the back of his scaled hand. over some of those scars, over some of those marks. a familiar anger bubbles in his chest. each one receives a second of intensity, that rage growing and growing with every one that he notices. )

Whoever did this to you... I hope they paid for it.

( shiro is still handsome. that much is true. slowly, he leans back and opens his arms. )

Come here.