The light winks back to green and Azwel gives a soft sigh, his eyes falling shut. The scent seeps into his mind and whispers to him that it's so much easier to give in. That for all his prideful stubbornness his will is pliable and doesn't it just feel so good to fall into this state and let something else take over? The conscious part of his mind, the part that clings stubbornly to the concept that every human forges their own destiny, tries to resist. Tries to shout out that no, it doesn't. But the scent and his own weariness win.
His eyes go unfocussed, and he breathes deeply, a soft hum in his throat. "Breathe deep," he whispers, dropping gentle kisses along Vash's jaw. "give in... mmmmhhh, feels good...."
The people watching in the control booth would likely be surprised that the sensor array starts to rotate so soon--whether it's the scent or just his own indefatigable sexual energy, the machinery has picked up those first sparks of Azwel's desire. Some of them grumble that it'll be over too soon. "Shaddap, this is hot," others say. They've agreed on the program, anyway, so now it's time to watch and see how it unfolds.
Azwel seems less weary with his eyes closed and this peaceful, blank look on his face. His hair hangs down, brushing against Vash's skin as he moves, silk against his cheek and neck. Slowly, Azwel's lips find Vash's and he kisses him the way he so often does, gently and repeatedly. His hips start to roll slowly, his spine curving and arching with the motion.
"Go under with me," he breathes slowly between kisses, hot little puffs against the other's lips still curving and arching. "Give in... let go your thoughts... ahh, feel it... can you feel it? Come with me... fall with me...."
He sits up, hands on the other's chest, dragging down over the skin as his head falls back. When it drops forward again there's a smile on his face.
"I'm going to fill you," he whispers. "And if you're good, I'll let you cum."
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Date: 2019-05-25 07:13 pm (UTC)His eyes go unfocussed, and he breathes deeply, a soft hum in his throat. "Breathe deep," he whispers, dropping gentle kisses along Vash's jaw. "give in... mmmmhhh, feels good...."
The people watching in the control booth would likely be surprised that the sensor array starts to rotate so soon--whether it's the scent or just his own indefatigable sexual energy, the machinery has picked up those first sparks of Azwel's desire. Some of them grumble that it'll be over too soon. "Shaddap, this is hot," others say. They've agreed on the program, anyway, so now it's time to watch and see how it unfolds.
Azwel seems less weary with his eyes closed and this peaceful, blank look on his face. His hair hangs down, brushing against Vash's skin as he moves, silk against his cheek and neck. Slowly, Azwel's lips find Vash's and he kisses him the way he so often does, gently and repeatedly. His hips start to roll slowly, his spine curving and arching with the motion.
"Go under with me," he breathes slowly between kisses, hot little puffs against the other's lips still curving and arching. "Give in... let go your thoughts... ahh, feel it... can you feel it? Come with me... fall with me...."
He sits up, hands on the other's chest, dragging down over the skin as his head falls back. When it drops forward again there's a smile on his face.
"I'm going to fill you," he whispers. "And if you're good, I'll let you cum."