[ Even with this, he can tell that no one has even touched Cal. He doesn't know the reason for it, but it just tells him that the gift has been given to him. In anyone in any world, Cal has chosen him.
There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
[It'll be some work, but... not impossible. Cal's made considerable progress since his youth, and it shows in how he's willing to continue taking little steps towards liking himself more.
A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
[ Luckily, Thistle has a great deal of patience and support for the people he brings into his life.
He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
[And, sure enough, that's exactly what Thistle will get to see. That promise combined with the brush of fangs, and then all the teasing... It's more than enough to make it seemingly impossible to hang on any longer.
Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
[ As Cal comes undone, Thistle watches every second of it. The way his lover arches back - exposing his neck to him so temptingly, the sound that falls from his lips, the glow of eyes, the lightening of hair, and sharper teeth. Everything about it is his fierce kitten rising to the surface, unhindered by thoughts and feelings.
Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]
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There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
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A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
... not sure how much more of that I can handle.
[Of the teasing, specifically.]
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He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
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Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
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Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]