[ He sends along, nipping at the side of Delta's neck. Remembering everything that had him shuddering before. The toy- he doesn't have that now. Just his hands and his mouth and his mind, but that's plenty with how they're twined so tightly together. He remembers vividly partners he'd had in the past. How they'd been writhing and gasping under his hands, under his tongue. Shoots those images along while he works him up slow and gentle.
One hand glides down Delta's sternum to rest flat against his abdomen, tugging up the hem of his shirt to pet at perfect, pale skin. ]
action; Day 138, late evening
[ He sends along, nipping at the side of Delta's neck. Remembering everything that had him shuddering before. The toy- he doesn't have that now. Just his hands and his mouth and his mind, but that's plenty with how they're twined so tightly together. He remembers vividly partners he'd had in the past. How they'd been writhing and gasping under his hands, under his tongue. Shoots those images along while he works him up slow and gentle.
One hand glides down Delta's sternum to rest flat against his abdomen, tugging up the hem of his shirt to pet at perfect, pale skin. ]