[It’s a nice thought, but Shiro would politely decline if the offer was given to him. Though it seems almost illogical for someone to turn down the chance to return to “good as new” state, these scars are part of him, his experiences, and to wipe them away—pretend they never happened—just feels… untrue to himself. As for regenerating his missing arm… that would be a harder bridge to cross and one he doesn’t want to have to face. Already, thanks to his clone’s body that he’s now inhabiting, his muscular dystrophy had been cured, though the Galra witch apparently decided his scars should be included in the clones. Likely to make them as hard as possible to distinguish between the real one… All of that had done down in the past, nothing Luchino need worry about (if he ever finds out).
Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:20 am (UTC)Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?