[They should do foreplay. They NEED to, because if Sesa doesn't at least attempt to stretch Elliot even a little bit, they'll both be hurting. That said, he can't be blamed if he wants to take a moment to indulge for a bit, can he? Not when Elliot is acting this way for him, so sultry and alluring.]
Ellie.
[he groans his name, the birdsong ringing between his ears as his claws drag deep red lines across his thighs until he's able to lift him up again, just enough so that Elliot is properly supported on his knees. While he's busily kissing and dragging his tongue at the base of those tailfeathers, he'll bring two fingers around and dip them into his own sheath, slicking them up (YOU GUYS HAVE LUBE, YOU BOUGHT LUBE AND YOU'RE NOT USING IT) so that his fingers are properly coated before bringing them up to Elliot's entrance, carefully finding and then slipping them inside as he so desperately craves, fingers pumping in time with each lingering kiss.]
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Ellie.
[he groans his name, the birdsong ringing between his ears as his claws drag deep red lines across his thighs until he's able to lift him up again, just enough so that Elliot is properly supported on his knees. While he's busily kissing and dragging his tongue at the base of those tailfeathers, he'll bring two fingers around and dip them into his own sheath, slicking them up (YOU GUYS HAVE LUBE, YOU BOUGHT LUBE AND YOU'RE NOT USING IT) so that his fingers are properly coated before bringing them up to Elliot's entrance, carefully finding and then slipping them inside as he so desperately craves, fingers pumping in time with each lingering kiss.]