[ there's something perhaps a little... nostalgic-looking in his expression the moment he calls him "young master", head tilted up makes it very apparent that the words bring a little shade of pink to the tips of his ears, and a kind of far-off longing to his eyes. though, he quickly shifts his attention back to the present. that'd be rude, to think of someone else, wouldn't it?
he doesn't exactly have to think, however, when a hand works slowly at his chest, draws slick sunscreen over his body. the catching along his nipple earns a soft sigh from him, a little moan that he bites back on inside his mouth. his body responds in kind, with a flood of something effervescent, warm, heady underneath his skin. he can feel his own essence quivering with the stimulation, sending his skin prickling in delight. he leans into that palm in particular, not enough to put full weight, but to show interest keenly.
he's handsome, he's really handsome, and eiden just reaches forward to slide a hand up along his thigh, higher and higher to frame the space where leg meets hip with his hand. ]
Hungry enough that if we don't find somewhere else to do this, I might just have to make do right here, right now. Granted... the things I wanna do might be best done without a full audience.
[ because eiden does enjoy sex, he won't let this place ruin it for him just because he accidentally drugged himself. it's happened before, it no doubt will happen again - he's used to his essence fluctuating unfairly. in any case, his eyes cast themselves over seimei pointedly, raking over the other, drinking in every muscle and curve with a flooding appreciation. ]
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[ there's something perhaps a little... nostalgic-looking in his expression the moment he calls him "young master", head tilted up makes it very apparent that the words bring a little shade of pink to the tips of his ears, and a kind of far-off longing to his eyes. though, he quickly shifts his attention back to the present. that'd be rude, to think of someone else, wouldn't it?
he doesn't exactly have to think, however, when a hand works slowly at his chest, draws slick sunscreen over his body. the catching along his nipple earns a soft sigh from him, a little moan that he bites back on inside his mouth. his body responds in kind, with a flood of something effervescent, warm, heady underneath his skin. he can feel his own essence quivering with the stimulation, sending his skin prickling in delight. he leans into that palm in particular, not enough to put full weight, but to show interest keenly.
he's handsome, he's really handsome, and eiden just reaches forward to slide a hand up along his thigh, higher and higher to frame the space where leg meets hip with his hand. ]
Hungry enough that if we don't find somewhere else to do this, I might just have to make do right here, right now. Granted... the things I wanna do might be best done without a full audience.
[ because eiden does enjoy sex, he won't let this place ruin it for him just because he accidentally drugged himself. it's happened before, it no doubt will happen again - he's used to his essence fluctuating unfairly. in any case, his eyes cast themselves over seimei pointedly, raking over the other, drinking in every muscle and curve with a flooding appreciation. ]