[Eridanus' fingers linger at the sturdy clasps that harness the metal to Lucius' compact form, and for a moment, even he too has to admire just how well it fits. While it can't be fastened as tight as it normally would be due to his consort's additional spikes, the craftsmanship is undeniable. Nothing less than perfect for his Eternal, after all.
Where Lucius' tail curls about his leg, Eridanus' own thoughtlessly seeks after it. It snakes along the coiling form, the barbed tip playfully running its sharp point along smooth skin as if threatening to split it with just the slightest bit more pressure. It doesn't though, instead it wraps about his leg as well, simply to slot against that of his consort's.]
Hm, perhaps, [he rumbles, his voice low and coy in his throat. Where the metal has been wedged further open by spikes, allowing gaps where it would usually be seamless, Eridanus caresses with the points of his claws.] Then again, I am spoiled in that your true vision is seared into my memory. Anything else is just less.
[Eridanus steps closer, the space between them slim enough to feel each other's body heat, and he instead slides his hands over Lucius' arms.]
But regardless, I believe a suit of armor fits your splendor far more than a cotton shirt and jeans do.
True enough! [ Lucius laughs, and whatever weight of ceremony had lingered between them is dispelled with the uproarious sound. Where it twines together with Eridanus', the tip of his tail lifts, teasing over his consorts barbs with its unadorned edges. ] And surely more so than those constricting suits you seem so set on wrangling me into.
[ After all, it's all just clothes for mortals all the same. It would be one thing it if was the fatigues and robes he had worn in those early centuries where his armor still came off, but such garments seemed to be out of fashion in this primitive world. ]
Is it so bad to want to indulge in that vision? A suit lends a man of power a unique charm β a handsomeness as sharp as a blade's edge, a poisonous beauty that consumes any who gaze upon it.
[Eridanus' touch draws down the length of Lucius' arm, feeling over warm skin that goes smooth as his fingers find the start of scales. Dark metallic claws are enfolded in his own grip, and he draws those blackened knuckles to his lips to press doting kisses against his consort's flesh. Only after kissing each knuckle does he coax Lucius' palm to cup his scarred cheek, pressing his face into it in a lover's hold.]
Though for now, I suppose we will have to content ourselves with gazing upon the armor on display, rather than worn on your magnificent form.
What it lends him is far too much cloth around his shoulders. Besides, [ he adds, as he languidly accepts the touch of those fingers down the length of his arms, ] as far as I can tell, you quite like the image of my bare arms.
[ With the press of lips to his knuckles, his own settle into a pleasured smile, plump lips curled back to bare just enough of his teeth to suggest the sharpness within. His palm slots easily along that cheek, and as it does so, Lucius teases the tip of his thumb claw along the long scar that had been drawn into its flesh by his own hand. It doesn't have the sensitivity of the thumb pad its length had consumed, but he can still feel the catch of ridged skin beneath its touch. ]
True enough. [ Humor and disappointment intermingle in the faint sigh that chases those words. ] I suppose we shall.
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Where Lucius' tail curls about his leg, Eridanus' own thoughtlessly seeks after it. It snakes along the coiling form, the barbed tip playfully running its sharp point along smooth skin as if threatening to split it with just the slightest bit more pressure. It doesn't though, instead it wraps about his leg as well, simply to slot against that of his consort's.]
Hm, perhaps, [he rumbles, his voice low and coy in his throat. Where the metal has been wedged further open by spikes, allowing gaps where it would usually be seamless, Eridanus caresses with the points of his claws.] Then again, I am spoiled in that your true vision is seared into my memory. Anything else is just less.
[Eridanus steps closer, the space between them slim enough to feel each other's body heat, and he instead slides his hands over Lucius' arms.]
But regardless, I believe a suit of armor fits your splendor far more than a cotton shirt and jeans do.
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[ After all, it's all just clothes for mortals all the same. It would be one thing it if was the fatigues and robes he had worn in those early centuries where his armor still came off, but such garments seemed to be out of fashion in this primitive world. ]
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[Eridanus' touch draws down the length of Lucius' arm, feeling over warm skin that goes smooth as his fingers find the start of scales. Dark metallic claws are enfolded in his own grip, and he draws those blackened knuckles to his lips to press doting kisses against his consort's flesh. Only after kissing each knuckle does he coax Lucius' palm to cup his scarred cheek, pressing his face into it in a lover's hold.]
Though for now, I suppose we will have to content ourselves with gazing upon the armor on display, rather than worn on your magnificent form.
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[ With the press of lips to his knuckles, his own settle into a pleasured smile, plump lips curled back to bare just enough of his teeth to suggest the sharpness within. His palm slots easily along that cheek, and as it does so, Lucius teases the tip of his thumb claw along the long scar that had been drawn into its flesh by his own hand. It doesn't have the sensitivity of the thumb pad its length had consumed, but he can still feel the catch of ridged skin beneath its touch. ]
True enough. [ Humor and disappointment intermingle in the faint sigh that chases those words. ] I suppose we shall.