[ Squall's usual chill is delightful, a sharp sort of contrast to Nyx's ever-present heat. But today the brunet answers heat with heat and Nyx melts instantly into the warmth, arching and pressing into him like a cat rolling in a sun spot. The slight shift so the angle's less strained only makes it that much easier to do that.
When Squall's hand finds its way to his cock Nyx's body responds so eagerly to his touch, unsure if he wants to arch up into the contact or back into the kiss more. It makes the moan muffled against his lips that much needier. Nyx lets one hand reach up to sink into that thick, soft mane.]
Vilg [A soft exhale, already more breathless than usual, emotions still too close to the surface and, much as he might want to bury them again, likely to stay that way until Squall has said his piece. Again and again.]
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When Squall's hand finds its way to his cock Nyx's body responds so eagerly to his touch, unsure if he wants to arch up into the contact or back into the kiss more. It makes the moan muffled against his lips that much needier. Nyx lets one hand reach up to sink into that thick, soft mane.]
Vilg [A soft exhale, already more breathless than usual, emotions still too close to the surface and, much as he might want to bury them again, likely to stay that way until Squall has said his piece. Again and again.]