( Ah, mmh, he's vocal here, too - soft but pleased little sounds; a thrum of feedback with his beating heart that says i like this, keep going, it's good, - even the way Ish's fingers run along his skin earn small, melodic sounds of approval.
Ish doesn't need to ask - he's already more than earned it. But Hwylryn likes hearing Ish ask for things that he wants, just as much as he likes Ish just taking it. )
You are getting greedy, hm?
( In a tone of praise. Ish is a great student! Hwylryn almostttt feels a little bad that he can get Ish to just cheat through the effect... but it feels so strikingly bold for Ish to just start stripping him down, even if it's because his outfit sort of invited it (then again, this outfit came from Ish's magic, too - so isn't this a little on Ish?) - it's hard for him to not find that he enjoys this; that it's exciting.
His skin, bared, feels a little chilly - and it makes the gentle ache of the small bites, the warm sensation of Ish's tongue, feel that much warmer.
He presses his lips to Ish's hair, stealing his hat so Ish can work his way down without trouble - and Hwyl can dip down to press a kiss to his ear (ah, no, that's Hwyl teething his ear, actually) before Ish goes too far down.
His voice falls lower: )
... All of this is for you, and only you. You can have as much as you'd like.
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Ish doesn't need to ask - he's already more than earned it. But Hwylryn likes hearing Ish ask for things that he wants, just as much as he likes Ish just taking it. )
You are getting greedy, hm?
( In a tone of praise. Ish is a great student! Hwylryn almostttt feels a little bad that he can get Ish to just cheat through the effect... but it feels so strikingly bold for Ish to just start stripping him down, even if it's because his outfit sort of invited it (then again, this outfit came from Ish's magic, too - so isn't this a little on Ish?) - it's hard for him to not find that he enjoys this; that it's exciting.
His skin, bared, feels a little chilly - and it makes the gentle ache of the small bites, the warm sensation of Ish's tongue, feel that much warmer.
He presses his lips to Ish's hair, stealing his hat so Ish can work his way down without trouble - and Hwyl can dip down to press a kiss to his ear (ah, no, that's Hwyl teething his ear, actually) before Ish goes too far down.
His voice falls lower: )
... All of this is for you, and only you. You can have as much as you'd like.