More than anything, Kronid is hungry...but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy the process. Gray blue eyes watch closely as Bruno bares himself, at the slow, languid way he works himself out of his clothing.

While he's sitting back, he toes off his boots, letting them fall to the floor near the foot of the bed. Standing briefly, he pries off his filthy slacks, then his briefs, kicking them unceremoniously away once he's exposed his own stiffening cock. He could have dragged the stripping out, but...no, he needn't.

Climbing back into the bed, he reaches out to trace his long, filthy nails up the other man's inner thighs, softly enticing his legs open.

He says nothing, humming a haunting tune as he keeps his eyes on the Seer's hands, on his throat, on his cock. He grabs the bottle of oil, pouring some out, slicking his fingers down thoroughly.

Preparing.