There is something rapt, something hungry in the way that Kronid watches Bruno remove his ruana. The other man is small, like him, but a little bit taller - more emaciated, perhaps, than petite. The warm hands running over him make him purr a little in the back of his throat...he's so cold, all over, like touching marble in a cold room. His hair is greasy, a bit caked with dirt, but the curls are soft all the same.
When he is tugged on, he obliges, easily falling atop his prey and throwing his leg over Bruno's to straddle him. The response makes him grin a wicked little grin, and he drops his hips for just a moment, still clothed, grinding just a little before rising back up enough to remove his own shirt. Thin, filthy, almost delicate, but deceptively strong.
"Then you will have it. You will have me, and I will have your blood," he purrs, hands sliding to tease at Bruno's waistband. Practiced patterns. At least sex hasn't lost all its fun, after all this time. Everyone is just different enough.
"I'll bite you during. The last question I need to ask you is...do you want me to take you...or ride you?"
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Date: 2022-03-17 09:29 am (UTC)When he is tugged on, he obliges, easily falling atop his prey and throwing his leg over Bruno's to straddle him. The response makes him grin a wicked little grin, and he drops his hips for just a moment, still clothed, grinding just a little before rising back up enough to remove his own shirt. Thin, filthy, almost delicate, but deceptively strong.
"Then you will have it. You will have me, and I will have your blood," he purrs, hands sliding to tease at Bruno's waistband. Practiced patterns. At least sex hasn't lost all its fun, after all this time. Everyone is just different enough.
"I'll bite you during. The last question I need to ask you is...do you want me to take you...or ride you?"