[ Emet-Selch would not fault Sigr with curiousity-- and perhaps this in it's own way was a bit of re-affirming on his part. After all wandering across ruins that he had not been in for near 100 years, every time he visited the ravel, he was faced with such sadness, such longing. The murals painted a story that he took no great 'pride' in, it was a reminder of the destruction of his world, of his way of life and it awakened a new feeling of grief-- grief that he had been still feeling when he had come across Sigr.
There was nothing more affirming than this right? Taking satisfaction in another's touch, in staring down that well of curiousity and opening your mouth to drink deep. Emet-Selch saw the hunger in those eyes, in the tension that reverberated on that body, he found himself running his tongue over his lower lip even as he firmed his touch, his fingers lightly skirting over the form that lay underneath, feeling the perceived differences which served to intrigue him. It was enough that his other hand started to tug at the robe, trying to find any fastenings that would reveal the Hrothgar to his view.
Then Emet-Selch's warm golden eyes slid upward in order to meet Sigr, there was something rather playful there, yet a desire that glimmered in his eyes that flickered like flames-- but there was absolutely no trepidation in those eyes, not even an inclination that it was a bad idea. In Emet-Selch's eyes, there was little that he considered 'bad ideas'-- and if the other ascians even knew what sort of self indulgence he was going to wallow in, they probably would've been shaking their heads.
Well what the Ascians and the Scions didn't know, right ]
Well, I am curious to see how you are built, I must confess..
good thing that Emet-Selch's kink list accommodates stuff like this
There was nothing more affirming than this right? Taking satisfaction in another's touch, in staring down that well of curiousity and opening your mouth to drink deep. Emet-Selch saw the hunger in those eyes, in the tension that reverberated on that body, he found himself running his tongue over his lower lip even as he firmed his touch, his fingers lightly skirting over the form that lay underneath, feeling the perceived differences which served to intrigue him. It was enough that his other hand started to tug at the robe, trying to find any fastenings that would reveal the Hrothgar to his view.
Then Emet-Selch's warm golden eyes slid upward in order to meet Sigr, there was something rather playful there, yet a desire that glimmered in his eyes that flickered like flames-- but there was absolutely no trepidation in those eyes, not even an inclination that it was a bad idea. In Emet-Selch's eyes, there was little that he considered 'bad ideas'-- and if the other ascians even knew what sort of self indulgence he was going to wallow in, they probably would've been shaking their heads.
Well what the Ascians and the Scions didn't know, right ]
Well, I am curious to see how you are built, I must confess..