[he'd smirk, but he's busy. Zel closes his eyes and sinks into the work, letting his ears indulge in the fussing and sighs and stuttered whimpers that Emery offers to the composition of passion they're making together.
...very purple prose of him to think in that sense, but hey. he did go through a stint of reading very violet poetry.
no matter, this is poetry to him.
when he hears and feels Emery getting close, Zel's shoulders draw up a little in his hunch while bracing himself to take the release in the mouth - admittedly, he's not sure how graceful this'll be, but he's committed!]
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on 2025-03-01 11:11 pm (UTC)...very purple prose of him to think in that sense, but hey. he did go through a stint of reading very violet poetry.
no matter, this is poetry to him.
when he hears and feels Emery getting close, Zel's shoulders draw up a little in his hunch while bracing himself to take the release in the mouth - admittedly, he's not sure how graceful this'll be, but he's committed!]