[ Gnosis knows him too well at this point. Feline biology kicks his ass every goddamn year. Puberty sure was A Thing and boy howdy was it Bad. He's always had Gnosis with him since, of course, but… whew…
Not that he's thinking about that now. Rather, he's too focused on just how nice Gnosis feels in his hands. He could never ever get tired of this feeling, be it ten, twenty, forty, or eighty years from now, he'd still be enraptured. He does take the opportunity to hoist him up here, though. And, of course, very unapologetically grabbing Gnosis' ass in the process. Even as he takes them into their bedroom and kicks the door closed, he doesn't stop smothering his crane in kisses.
It's only when he puts his back against the bed and crawls over him does he give him a brief break. ] I know it's hard for you to "clear your calendar" for this, considering how unpredictable everything is. [ Though, realistically, if they did end up in, like, the volcano again, Silverash would just lift Gnosis and carry him the whole time, so… ] I'll try to be gentler than I usually am, but… I guess that's hard to promise, considering…
[Puberty sure was a thing. Gnosis recalls being extremely tired after the first four hours of this... nowadays he has actual stamina and a libido to match, but one wouldn't think that just looking at him at first glance.]
When have I wanted you to be gentle beyond our first time, hm? [First time as in first time with Enciodes in heat, not first time as in first time having sex ever, that was another thing entirely.] Don't allow our surroundings to influence you. I'd much rather have an excuse to stay in.
[Read: No one will be able to bother him if he's in bed because his husband fucked him so hard he couldn't move.]
I don't believe I need to give you reason to be rough, but I do know how to spark it if the need arises. [His hand wanders, dangerously, almost threateningly, to Enciodes' tail, right at the base of it where he could either be nice and pet it, or tug on it to elicit whatever reaction he wants.] Don't make me tell you twice.
Regardless of what you want… [ He amends, but doesn't press further. If nothing else, he can at least convince himself that if something does happen to the both of them, then Enciodes would do everything in his power to protect Gnosis. He likes to believe that's achievable.
For right now, he takes Gnosis' wrists off of him so he can pin them to the bed… just long enough so that he can start peeling off those layers of his. Need his arms for that so he can take his clothes off, after all! If he didn't do it now, then the both of them would have to deal with Enciodes' desperate, pathetic grinding against him, and Enciodes has way too much pride to let that happen… again— ]
You really need to wear less while you're indoors, anyway… [ Huff. ]
[But the pathetic grinding is so adorable, Gnosis would argue... he'll at least provide help where he can. Wiggling out of his vest and slacks, lifting his arms up so the sweater can come off, craning his neck to allow his beaded necklace to clack onto the floor.
Enciodes gets his own help in the form of Gnosis patiently undoing the buttons on his shirt. That same song and dance, one the both of them are quite used to, until they're both laid bare on top of the sheets.]
Lab safety and professionalism. You won't find me wearing a T-shirt when surrounded by corrosive chemicals. You dress much the same. It's nearly impossible to strip down all your layers when we're at the hunting cabin.
[The hunting cabin is supposed to be their home away from home for when Enciodes goes hunting and they get stuck out in a blizzard... but it really has become something of a sequestered fuck-spot now.]
[ Annoyed tail whipping. ] Don't turn this around on me. You know I'm quicker to undress. [ During this time of the year, anyway.
Anyway, Silverash is anything but patient. He doesn't rip his clothes or pop any buttons off or anything like that. Somehow he's managed to keep himself somewhat composed on that front. However, he is perhaps pulling Gnosis a little too much, tugging his clothes in frustration as he's blindly trying to get them off as he's attempting to bury his face into Gnosis' neck. Hope some hickeys won't be too hard to hide here! Good luck, buddy-
Once the clothes aren't an issue, though, and after he takes a moment to fumble around the nightstand nearby to toss some lube next to them so he doesn't have to blindly grasp for it later, his lips trail down to Gnosis' chest, his fingers tracing along his thighs. With a gentle kiss against one of his nipples, he flicks out his tongue against it, the semi-rough surface tracing around the sensitive skin. ]
[Honestly, the haste with which Enciodes sees fit to undress both of them is beneficial. More often than not, Gnosis is the one who likes to go slow and tease, but at times like this... yeah, that's not going to go over well.
He's also usually content to rip some of the power away from Enciodes, but not while he's in heat. While he's in heat is dangerous. Gnosis knows better than to go for a blowjob when Enciodes really just wants to stick his dick in any hole for multiple hours. They'll never get anything done if he tries to powerbottom.
So! He will, instead, just lie there. Pillow queen while Enciodes does his thing. Moan when that rough tongue laps at his chest oh god that never gets old. Sixteen years of marriage and his attraction to Enciodes Silverash has not waned at fucking all.]
Look at you, [Gnosis teases, smoothing his palm flat down Enciodes' back.] Can you even stand the foreplay right now, with as pent up as you are?
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Not that he's thinking about that now. Rather, he's too focused on just how nice Gnosis feels in his hands. He could never ever get tired of this feeling, be it ten, twenty, forty, or eighty years from now, he'd still be enraptured. He does take the opportunity to hoist him up here, though. And, of course, very unapologetically grabbing Gnosis' ass in the process. Even as he takes them into their bedroom and kicks the door closed, he doesn't stop smothering his crane in kisses.
It's only when he puts his back against the bed and crawls over him does he give him a brief break. ] I know it's hard for you to "clear your calendar" for this, considering how unpredictable everything is. [ Though, realistically, if they did end up in, like, the volcano again, Silverash would just lift Gnosis and carry him the whole time, so… ] I'll try to be gentler than I usually am, but… I guess that's hard to promise, considering…
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When have I wanted you to be gentle beyond our first time, hm? [First time as in first time with Enciodes in heat, not first time as in first time having sex ever, that was another thing entirely.] Don't allow our surroundings to influence you. I'd much rather have an excuse to stay in.
[Read: No one will be able to bother him if he's in bed because his husband fucked him so hard he couldn't move.]
I don't believe I need to give you reason to be rough, but I do know how to spark it if the need arises. [His hand wanders, dangerously, almost threateningly, to Enciodes' tail, right at the base of it where he could either be nice and pet it, or tug on it to elicit whatever reaction he wants.] Don't make me tell you twice.
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For right now, he takes Gnosis' wrists off of him so he can pin them to the bed… just long enough so that he can start peeling off those layers of his. Need his arms for that so he can take his clothes off, after all! If he didn't do it now, then the both of them would have to deal with Enciodes' desperate, pathetic grinding against him, and Enciodes has way too much pride to let that happen… again— ]
You really need to wear less while you're indoors, anyway… [ Huff. ]
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Enciodes gets his own help in the form of Gnosis patiently undoing the buttons on his shirt. That same song and dance, one the both of them are quite used to, until they're both laid bare on top of the sheets.]
Lab safety and professionalism. You won't find me wearing a T-shirt when surrounded by corrosive chemicals. You dress much the same. It's nearly impossible to strip down all your layers when we're at the hunting cabin.
[The hunting cabin is supposed to be their home away from home for when Enciodes goes hunting and they get stuck out in a blizzard... but it really has become something of a sequestered fuck-spot now.]
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Anyway, Silverash is anything but patient. He doesn't rip his clothes or pop any buttons off or anything like that. Somehow he's managed to keep himself somewhat composed on that front. However, he is perhaps pulling Gnosis a little too much, tugging his clothes in frustration as he's blindly trying to get them off as he's attempting to bury his face into Gnosis' neck. Hope some hickeys won't be too hard to hide here! Good luck, buddy-
Once the clothes aren't an issue, though, and after he takes a moment to fumble around the nightstand nearby to toss some lube next to them so he doesn't have to blindly grasp for it later, his lips trail down to Gnosis' chest, his fingers tracing along his thighs. With a gentle kiss against one of his nipples, he flicks out his tongue against it, the semi-rough surface tracing around the sensitive skin. ]
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[Honestly, the haste with which Enciodes sees fit to undress both of them is beneficial. More often than not, Gnosis is the one who likes to go slow and tease, but at times like this... yeah, that's not going to go over well.
He's also usually content to rip some of the power away from Enciodes, but not while he's in heat. While he's in heat is dangerous. Gnosis knows better than to go for a blowjob when Enciodes really just wants to stick his dick in any hole for multiple hours. They'll never get anything done if he tries to powerbottom.
So! He will, instead, just lie there. Pillow queen while Enciodes does his thing. Moan when that rough tongue laps at his chest oh god that never gets old. Sixteen years of marriage and his attraction to Enciodes Silverash has not waned at fucking all.]
Look at you, [Gnosis teases, smoothing his palm flat down Enciodes' back.] Can you even stand the foreplay right now, with as pent up as you are?