If there's any part of G'raha that thinks Zoro's hand placement hadn't been completely deliberate... well, he's adorable for that.
There's a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he hears the desperate edge in G'raha's voice cutting through the noise of the theater.
He sees it all in a glance: the flush high on G'raha's cheekbones, the slight tremor in the hand on his arm, the way his pointed ears are pinned back almost shyly. The scent of him, sharp and sweet with arousal, hits Zoro like a shot of good sake. G'raha is so sensitive. It never takes much to arouse him, and the knowledge makes Zoro a little feral.
"Mmmn..." Zoro's voice is a low rumble, for G'raha's ears only. He presses a kiss to the shorter man's jaw. "My hand was so close," he sits down on their extravagant theater seats, a plush throne that gives him plenty of room to get comfortable, showing off the way his own arousal is already beginning to stir in his outfit for the event. "And you need my assistance now?" There's a teasing lilt to his voice as he deliberately lets his gaze drop to the base of G'raha's tail.
He hears it then, a low moan from a few rows behind them. Seems they aren't the only ones feeling amorous. Part of Zoro is aware there must be something in the air, or in the water, or hell, perhaps imbued in their clothesโbut he can hardly find any fucks to give when his lover is before him, looking so clearly desperate for relief.
"Come here," he commands, his voice dropping another octave. His hand moves from G'raha's back to his hip, guiding him to settle sideways onto his lap. The heat emanating from the smaller man is immediate and intense, even through the layers of fabric between them. Zoro's own cock gives a hard twitch, pressing against the curve of G'raha's ass.
"That's it," he murmurs, his other hand reaching back into the swag bag. He pulls out the strange, soft tube he'd been fiddling with earlier, before G'raha had captured his attention. An onahole. Because of course that's what the resort would provide.
He shifts G'raha, urging him to part his legs. "Open for me," he says with a kiss to the corner of his lips. It's easy for his fingers to find G'raha's tip, already slick with need. He distracts him with a proper kiss as he slips the toy around him, beginning to stroke in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "How's that?" he asks, mouth returning to the soft skin of G'raha's neck, kissing and nipping just hard enough to make the other man gasp.
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There's a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he hears the desperate edge in G'raha's voice cutting through the noise of the theater.
He sees it all in a glance: the flush high on G'raha's cheekbones, the slight tremor in the hand on his arm, the way his pointed ears are pinned back almost shyly. The scent of him, sharp and sweet with arousal, hits Zoro like a shot of good sake. G'raha is so sensitive. It never takes much to arouse him, and the knowledge makes Zoro a little feral.
"Mmmn..." Zoro's voice is a low rumble, for G'raha's ears only. He presses a kiss to the shorter man's jaw. "My hand was so close," he sits down on their extravagant theater seats, a plush throne that gives him plenty of room to get comfortable, showing off the way his own arousal is already beginning to stir in his outfit for the event. "And you need my assistance now?" There's a teasing lilt to his voice as he deliberately lets his gaze drop to the base of G'raha's tail.
He hears it then, a low moan from a few rows behind them. Seems they aren't the only ones feeling amorous. Part of Zoro is aware there must be something in the air, or in the water, or hell, perhaps imbued in their clothesโbut he can hardly find any fucks to give when his lover is before him, looking so clearly desperate for relief.
"Come here," he commands, his voice dropping another octave. His hand moves from G'raha's back to his hip, guiding him to settle sideways onto his lap. The heat emanating from the smaller man is immediate and intense, even through the layers of fabric between them. Zoro's own cock gives a hard twitch, pressing against the curve of G'raha's ass.
"That's it," he murmurs, his other hand reaching back into the swag bag. He pulls out the strange, soft tube he'd been fiddling with earlier, before G'raha had captured his attention. An onahole. Because of course that's what the resort would provide.
He shifts G'raha, urging him to part his legs. "Open for me," he says with a kiss to the corner of his lips. It's easy for his fingers to find G'raha's tip, already slick with need. He distracts him with a proper kiss as he slips the toy around him, beginning to stroke in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "How's that?" he asks, mouth returning to the soft skin of G'raha's neck, kissing and nipping just hard enough to make the other man gasp.