"Mmmm, scepticism is healthy," Azwel breathes before going in for another kiss. His lips move slowly, languidly, hot and gentle but a little hungry, now. A proper, deep snog. He holds Carden close, melting into their embrace.
He's... not entirely sure how he feels about this beyond the purely physical. This is his wife's brother and yet... all of this feels so strangely right, as though Carden has some kind of energy to him that his sister lacks or has suppressed or something. It pulls ever so gently at Azwel's own magickal energy, twines it around him in a manner that feels so... so very good.
A breathy moan hums into the the join of their lips before Azwel eases his away with aching slowness.
"If nothing else, it's convinced me," he whispers a little breathlessly.
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Date: 2020-09-08 11:41 am (UTC)He's... not entirely sure how he feels about this beyond the purely physical. This is his wife's brother and yet... all of this feels so strangely right, as though Carden has some kind of energy to him that his sister lacks or has suppressed or something. It pulls ever so gently at Azwel's own magickal energy, twines it around him in a manner that feels so... so very good.
A breathy moan hums into the the join of their lips before Azwel eases his away with aching slowness.
"If nothing else, it's convinced me," he whispers a little breathlessly.