[Even with just the thin silk of his robe to separate them, Eridanus can feel the rigidness of Lucius' cultivated musculature, as well as the warmth of his form against him. A playful nosing at his neck is enough to shiver pleasure down his spine, and prickle his arms in gooseflesh. The act of commissioning these presents had been one of worship no doubt, but still, to see his Eternal so pleased leaves Eridanus feeling nothing short of ecstatic.
It's only further enticed though, by the prick of razored teeth against his skin. Gentle but unrelenting, until he can feel the hot sting of flesh giving beneath those needle-points and the cloying scent of blood fills his nostrils. A soft, masochistic sound wells up from Eridanus' throat, and he pushes himself into Lucius—as if just by will alone their bodies would morph into one.]
My love, [he murmurs, the sound of it chased by coy, breathy laughter,] perhaps we can affix you with the breastplate? Your spikes and breast should not interfere with it.
cw: sigh. horny,
It's only further enticed though, by the prick of razored teeth against his skin. Gentle but unrelenting, until he can feel the hot sting of flesh giving beneath those needle-points and the cloying scent of blood fills his nostrils. A soft, masochistic sound wells up from Eridanus' throat, and he pushes himself into Lucius—as if just by will alone their bodies would morph into one.]
My love, [he murmurs, the sound of it chased by coy, breathy laughter,] perhaps we can affix you with the breastplate? Your spikes and breast should not interfere with it.