[Honestly, Sesa's fucking dual-cock bulge does a lot to Elliot's brain. The teasing part of him wants to hop into Sesa's lap and just grind like that for a while, because there is just something about pressing your ass to a man's crotch and feeling him but not really Having him, y'know. Unfortunately, the animalistic I-am-in-heat-help side of him isn't allowing this. Another time, maybe.
Elliot himself is wearing his "house attire". Not quite that loose-fitting fabric that falls off of him with every movement, but it's not his heavy coat and gear. Just a simple shirt and pants that have long since become too tight, though it's not comically large and imposing. Not that he's thinking of that, as he impatiently does away with Sesa's shirt and attacks the button on his pants next. Don't worry baby he'll free you.]
Don't waste breath apologising. Your mouth could be used for something much sweeter.
[Which is a small hint meaning "kiss me" and Elliot is immediately bridging that gap, pushing their lips together as they fight with the last remnants of clothing.]
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Elliot himself is wearing his "house attire". Not quite that loose-fitting fabric that falls off of him with every movement, but it's not his heavy coat and gear. Just a simple shirt and pants that have long since become too tight, though it's not comically large and imposing. Not that he's thinking of that, as he impatiently does away with Sesa's shirt and attacks the button on his pants next. Don't worry baby he'll free you.]
Don't waste breath apologising. Your mouth could be used for something much sweeter.
[Which is a small hint meaning "kiss me" and Elliot is immediately bridging that gap, pushing their lips together as they fight with the last remnants of clothing.]