( those scales of his will eventually revert back to their natural color after a few moments, of which are filled with him staring and continuously going over those scars of shiro's. yes, he should move on, but he can't. he can't stop thinking about what monster would force a man whose heart is still so big to take that kind of abuse. what kind of pain he went through. what kind of loneliness must've accompanied it all. it doesn't matter what luchino looks like, he's not without a heart himself. it's why that ache continues to throb even as shiro climbs onto the bed, tries to console him despite the fact it wasn't the reptilian who was tortured in that way. but he still feels!
luchino opens his mouth, ready to respond, but the kiss freezes him. the moment finally comes and he is green again, that original shade that mimics the same coloration of the creature that chomped onto him. but now he's occupied with shiro's mouth and lips and everything and he feels alive. the mood in his room is bright again. he takes in a deep breath and his chest is filled again, but with more of shiro's scent and taste than anything else--- and it's delicious. sinfully so. it feels like he's doing something that no one else has done before.
and with that? his tongue comes into play. new experiences. learning. he's not going to shove it all the way down shiro's throat, no, but he can certainly use it to explore every place in the man's mouth. he's at the point where any more force could be uncomfortable for the both of them, in different ways. a moan and rumble emanates from his chest, feeling feverish as he desires to feel more. do more. go as far as he can without leaving a scar on shiro's skin.
he raises his hips, pushing those two cocks of his against shiro's thighs, grinding them against. he leaves trails of some kind of lubricated fluid, which coats the skin, even moves a little further past so he could grind one of his dicks against the man's. one, then the other. )
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Date: 2020-09-15 03:56 am (UTC)luchino opens his mouth, ready to respond, but the kiss freezes him. the moment finally comes and he is green again, that original shade that mimics the same coloration of the creature that chomped onto him. but now he's occupied with shiro's mouth and lips and everything and he feels alive. the mood in his room is bright again. he takes in a deep breath and his chest is filled again, but with more of shiro's scent and taste than anything else--- and it's delicious. sinfully so. it feels like he's doing something that no one else has done before.
and with that? his tongue comes into play. new experiences. learning. he's not going to shove it all the way down shiro's throat, no, but he can certainly use it to explore every place in the man's mouth. he's at the point where any more force could be uncomfortable for the both of them, in different ways. a moan and rumble emanates from his chest, feeling feverish as he desires to feel more. do more. go as far as he can without leaving a scar on shiro's skin.
he raises his hips, pushing those two cocks of his against shiro's thighs, grinding them against. he leaves trails of some kind of lubricated fluid, which coats the skin, even moves a little further past so he could grind one of his dicks against the man's. one, then the other. )