( the scientist in him says to find a way to possibly make those scars disappear. would some part of luchino be able to do it? his own wounds from the rare creature that did this to him did disappear once the venom ran through his veins, started the slow process of transforming him into something even rarer than the reptile itself. the change itself wasn't painful, and at the time, the mental aspect didn't hit him until way after he took his first steps as some kind of hybrid. perhaps luchino could find a way to lessen the bestial effects and only bring some of the regeneration? why, that could be an experiment all by itself; something to pass the time and further his research...!
but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )
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Date: 2020-09-17 05:15 pm (UTC)but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )