a gentle bass, a deep sensation. with nothing else to lean against, the soft tremble of himmel's body is enough to shake ethos whole. in the hollow of his bones, the space between his ribs, the empty.
the sight and feel of him, safe and desperate under ethos. itching for him, yet restrained by his obedience. the aasimar makes a sound about it as his limbs give out, laying atop the other's form, lips against ear โ with nothing to say.
sharp breaths, then, with body too spent for slow passage, as his arm snakes between them and further under the loosened waistband of the skirt. he groans against himmel's shoulder at the contact, a rumble, one from distant thunder.
his body reacts by rolling his hips against the both of them, then sliding down the expanse of dark hair and thick skin. there's a brief sensation, along the path, of their scars brushing against one another.
it sends a lighting bolt through his system.
the hand not currently preoccupied comes to cup the bone of himmel's jaw, between chin and cheek, to keep them both safe from it.
eyes closing, a brief failure of the lungs to catch up as his breath hitches and;
he does not want to let go. having already started wrapping his fingers around himmel's cock appreciatively; thick and heavy. so he pulls the paladin down to him for a quick parting kiss, instead, saying: โ of course. โ before he's back on his way.
himmel's feedback on his hands' predicament goes largely unacknowledged, save for the challenging look ethos shoots him once his face is hovering over where they both want it most.
finally, he yanks the final piece of fabric away.
thin fingers come to brush against the sensitive skin with light touch, down to the base, then more, until he has those heavy balls cradled in his palm. he leans closer, hot breath intertwining with the radiating heat of desire before him.
the tongue is a muscle, starting at the taut skin between the softness in his hold and going up. ethos settles his knees in place and begins to push against the hard flesh on his slow ascend to the tip โ until himmel's cock pulses against the flesh of his lower belly.
ethos realizes that he has been staring right at it for some time now, so he makes sure that when he looks back up at the paladin he does it slowly โ using his other hand to keep the hair himmel tucked away behind his ear in place.
he places a kiss to the side of the head, lips wrapping around his poking tongue as though to drink.