[he hums an affirmative, his arm going slack to let Emery squirm as he pleases, using that time to unfasten his trousers and give a hand leeway to further snake down to his groin and tease at his captive erection. careful but intentional, gentle but guided by the feedback from Emery himself, Zel closes his eyes and tilts his head so that when he bows it, he can kiss at Emery's neck and shoulder without prickling him too much with his hair.
warm skin...he can taste it with his mouth; it must be warmer down below than what his hands can tell.]
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warm skin...he can taste it with his mouth; it must be warmer down below than what his hands can tell.]