The little spurt barely garners a reaction beyond a smile. Far from being revolted, Azwel seems... pleased.
He reaches down and pulls a lever, tilting the table into a horizontal position, taking the array with it. The question actually makes him stop for a moment. "Hm? These were part of a ritual for opening the third eye," he says almost offhandedly, pulling another lever. The table slowly sinks downward, again taking the array with it. "It was also when I discovered sex magick." It would have been, wouldn't it?
The table is now low enough that Azwel can easily climb onto it, which he does. He straddles Felih's legs, sitting back on his heels and regarding the other for a moment. "If I didn't know any better," he whispers, "I'd say you were trying to distract yourself...." It's strange how a voice that could so easily become loud and grandiose can whisper so... intimately. "It'll go so much more smoothly if you don't," he finishes, a heated tone seeping into it, now.
Behind Felih the array glows softly. Azwel's eyes flick to it, then back to his subject. He leans forward, now, his hands caressing Felih's neck and chest. One hand slips into Felih's hair and he ducks his head, brushing hot, wet lips against the skin of the Miqo'te's neck. Then he pauses, breathing in Felih's scent, seeing how he's reacting so far.
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Date: 2019-05-24 05:39 pm (UTC)He reaches down and pulls a lever, tilting the table into a horizontal position, taking the array with it. The question actually makes him stop for a moment. "Hm? These were part of a ritual for opening the third eye," he says almost offhandedly, pulling another lever. The table slowly sinks downward, again taking the array with it. "It was also when I discovered sex magick." It would have been, wouldn't it?
The table is now low enough that Azwel can easily climb onto it, which he does. He straddles Felih's legs, sitting back on his heels and regarding the other for a moment. "If I didn't know any better," he whispers, "I'd say you were trying to distract yourself...." It's strange how a voice that could so easily become loud and grandiose can whisper so... intimately. "It'll go so much more smoothly if you don't," he finishes, a heated tone seeping into it, now.
Behind Felih the array glows softly. Azwel's eyes flick to it, then back to his subject. He leans forward, now, his hands caressing Felih's neck and chest. One hand slips into Felih's hair and he ducks his head, brushing hot, wet lips against the skin of the Miqo'te's neck. Then he pauses, breathing in Felih's scent, seeing how he's reacting so far.