[More and more of him disappears down Seto's throat. Through it all Set maintains his stillness and composure. There are no impatient thrusts or demands for more. There is only the quiet purr rumbling in his chest and that unwavering gaze and a certain level of trust. Trust that Kaiba will not hurt him with either fang or claw even though he easily can if he wants to do so. Trust that Set rewards with self control, holding back the impulse to plunge himself deeper into his throat.
He slowly, carefully, pushes up into a more seated position when Seto stops. Wings once again serving as extra arms to hold his weight he reaches down to skim his fingers over his partner's neck. Caressing the outline of himself, following the shape up to Seto's jawline and then following that to again trace the features of his face. So much like his own though perhaps a bit fine. He ends the touch by gently brushing Kaiba's hair behind his ears.]
Gorgeous.
[A single word spoken in a voice roughened by the strain of holding back. A genuine opinion, not an attempt at flattery or a comment about himself personally. No, this is something that he would have said even without the close resemblance. Kaiba can either believe it or deny it as he chooses.]
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He slowly, carefully, pushes up into a more seated position when Seto stops. Wings once again serving as extra arms to hold his weight he reaches down to skim his fingers over his partner's neck. Caressing the outline of himself, following the shape up to Seto's jawline and then following that to again trace the features of his face. So much like his own though perhaps a bit fine. He ends the touch by gently brushing Kaiba's hair behind his ears.]
Gorgeous.
[A single word spoken in a voice roughened by the strain of holding back. A genuine opinion, not an attempt at flattery or a comment about himself personally. No, this is something that he would have said even without the close resemblance. Kaiba can either believe it or deny it as he chooses.]