[ It's a tragedy, and one that Kuya has the means to remedy. Quincy should always wear some decoration on his skin; he's a man of the forest, and the love he makes should be equally wild and comparably untamed. The young master's done him a disservice as far as Kuya is concerned. If he hasn't left behind the evidence of how thoroughly he's enjoyed Quincy's cock, then he hasn't enjoyed it properly at all.
Kuya takes his time with each long welt in Quincy's skin; drags his tongue slowly over one, and then the next, lower and lower before he moves on to the other side. One could argue that the essence might help them heal faster, but it feels like an excuse, and neither of them is about to believe it. His hands glide down while he works. They toy idly with Quincy's belt before gliding over his hips, down his legs, and then come to rest on his knees. ]
A decent start. Your blood tastes exactly as I remember.
[ His hands shift behind Quincy's knees; press between his legs to creep up languid along the inside of his thighs instead. ]
FOR STOLIDGUARDIAN
Kuya takes his time with each long welt in Quincy's skin; drags his tongue slowly over one, and then the next, lower and lower before he moves on to the other side. One could argue that the essence might help them heal faster, but it feels like an excuse, and neither of them is about to believe it. His hands glide down while he works. They toy idly with Quincy's belt before gliding over his hips, down his legs, and then come to rest on his knees. ]
A decent start. Your blood tastes exactly as I remember.
[ His hands shift behind Quincy's knees; press between his legs to creep up languid along the inside of his thighs instead. ]
How else will you remind me?