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[The feeling of tongue piercing tapping his fang sends a shiver through Lycaon. Not entirely enjoyable but not painful either. The way their lips and tongues meet, the tingling he feels through his body now, and the slight chime of bells are taking hold. His tail wags without much hinderance as the toxins eat away at that self restraint.
Lycaon feels warm and not unpleasantly so. It's a soft warmth building from his tongue and sliding down into his neck, shoulders, down his arms, along his spine, pooling between his legs, and sliding down his thighs. It traces down his tail as well as they continue to kiss. Perhaps some hesitation or fear may be warranted but Lycaon feels none. Louis's very being soothes him and only spurs him on. Claws trace delicate flesh, his fingers then press and hold onto Louis, pulling the reaper closer. He growls into the intoxicating kiss and finds himself wanting more.
Louis, perhaps, is truly addictive. At least the positive effects of his biological tie to this Orange magic. Lycaon wonders how good it will feel to continue to indulge as they proceed here. Fingers slide down between them, skilled fingers dancing along those folds between Louis's legs. Tracing the lips gently with the soft pads on his fingers, careful of his claws so they do not press too close to sensitive flesh. Lycaon is no stronger to intimacy and being mindful of said claws. The practices motion proves this.]
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Lycaon feels warm and not unpleasantly so. It's a soft warmth building from his tongue and sliding down into his neck, shoulders, down his arms, along his spine, pooling between his legs, and sliding down his thighs. It traces down his tail as well as they continue to kiss. Perhaps some hesitation or fear may be warranted but Lycaon feels none. Louis's very being soothes him and only spurs him on. Claws trace delicate flesh, his fingers then press and hold onto Louis, pulling the reaper closer. He growls into the intoxicating kiss and finds himself wanting more.
Louis, perhaps, is truly addictive. At least the positive effects of his biological tie to this Orange magic. Lycaon wonders how good it will feel to continue to indulge as they proceed here. Fingers slide down between them, skilled fingers dancing along those folds between Louis's legs. Tracing the lips gently with the soft pads on his fingers, careful of his claws so they do not press too close to sensitive flesh. Lycaon is no stronger to intimacy and being mindful of said claws. The practices motion proves this.]