✘ Round 3 | [Audio]

[glacius]

[Despite things in his apartment being a little bit more complicated than usual, Glacius comes to the network today with a relatively straightforward question. Since Carlisle has sequestered himself away in his room--again, a concerning tendency that has developed only recently-- he assumes now is as good a time as any, though he doesn't particularly care if the clergyman sees it or not. One way or another he's going to find out what the alien is up to, he'd just prefer his efforts to culminate in a nice surprise for his friend.] Hello, fellow residents of Hadriel. I have a simple question, so I will get right to it: is there anyone here would happen to be kind enough to teach me how to make any dishes or meals that are commonly enjoyed by humans?

I live amongst you now, after all, so I should... probably know how to better provide for my friends. You can leave recipes here--or if you are feeling particularly inclined, I would be willing to take lessons as well. It would have to be in your residence, however... I doubt my roommate is currently up to entertaining company, and I do not want to infringe upon what I assume is wanted space.

Thank you for your time.

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[tongueamok]

[This is all extremely new to Carlisle still, even with their encounter in the stairwell. He's still glad they weren't caught, when he thinks back on that evening. He's already an easily riled individual, but every bit of attention Glacius gives him pushes him further in enticing, albeit unfamiliar ways.

But that can be terrifying as well, especially when he feels that thudding behind his eye, a headache bubbling just beneath the surface. Carlisle almost doesn't notice it for how lost he is in his own arousal, every tug and grace of Glacius' hand so tantalizing -- it's a solid minute before he feels his abilities own pull against him.

His immediate inclination is to worry, to pull away, to stop this before something bad happens; however, he doesn't get the chance as Glacius doubles his efforts, the alien's hand working them faster, harder, the friction between them growing unbearable. Whatever Carlisle had to say dies in his throat as he groans lustfully, his teeth grinding together, face hot against Glacius' shoulder as he mumbles the alien's name.

He forces himself to take a few breaths, and finds his voice somewhere along the way.]

D- don't stop.

[glacius]

Why would I-- [Glacius manages a throaty chuckle, timed with another pump of his hand,] when you say my name like that?

[And so he continues that lustful, rhythmic dance of hand and hips, aiming to strip the clergyman of every last defense against this sort of pleasurable assault until he finally breaks. Should he notice any further signs of his partner's curse beginning to rear its head, he's more than alright with slowing it down and letting him catch his breath... but it's that final loss of composure that the alien truly savors, so he rides out those last few moments of desperation, answering the clergyman's cries with a booming voice of his own.

At that point he releases them both--but just long enough to throw a blanket back over Carlisle before he wraps his arms around his spent partner so that he can hold him tightly as he recovers. He's glad it's one of those mornings where neither of them have anywhere they need to be for awhile... and thinking of where they started last night and where they've ended up now is more than enough to have a peaceful, glowing smile on the alien's face in addition to the happy daze from the endorphins coasting through him. For the time being, tension and sorrow have been completely banished--and that's more than enough or Glacius to count this whole endeavor as a victory.]