[As always, Sesa's touch is fire on his skin. Especially now, but...]
A few hours...
[Not like his first proper heat here, last year, where it was an all day endeavour and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He hasn't had proper heats until Sesa came around... and now look at him. He's locking his legs around Sesa's hips, despite the fact he told the man to undress mere moments ago.
They'll fight with one another's clothes for a bit, Elliot's hands underneath Sesa's shirt, sliding it up ever so slowly. There's an appreciative chirp at the back of his throat as his fingertips trace over abs and scales alike, all the way to Sesa's muscular chest.
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Date: 2025-05-12 06:52 pm (UTC)A few hours...
[Not like his first proper heat here, last year, where it was an all day endeavour and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He hasn't had proper heats until Sesa came around... and now look at him. He's locking his legs around Sesa's hips, despite the fact he told the man to undress mere moments ago.
They'll fight with one another's clothes for a bit, Elliot's hands underneath Sesa's shirt, sliding it up ever so slowly. There's an appreciative chirp at the back of his throat as his fingertips trace over abs and scales alike, all the way to Sesa's muscular chest.
His headwings fold slightly in front of his face. Oof. Hot fiancé.]