Carlisle chuckles quietly. "M- mostly pleasure at the -- ah -- at the moment."
He will have to save any further quips for another time, his voice steadily breathier as he closes his eyes and tries to focus not just on the physical sensations between them, but the metaphysical ones, as well. The energy churning through him is on the rise, but it is more akin to the relaxing waters of a hot bath than the frigid temperatures he usually associates with Glacius; however, he assumes that may be the heat welling in his body, boiling in his abdomen and beyond, that is coloring his perception. Though it stings as it runs along the scars on his arms, he makes no move to stop it from reaching out for Glacius, the current drawn toward the alien's own pathways on its own much like the energy in a glyph completing its circuit.
What he feels is, perhaps, akin to a glyph activating, as well. There's that slight searing behind his eyelids, the electric tingle of power at his fingertips as vitality surges through him. Carlisle leans his head back against his partner, his mouth agape as he struggles for air; the incredible sensation threatens to pull him under, but he manages to stay afloat for now, albeit with a quiet moan of Glacius' name.
It isn't just what they do that brings him respite, Carlisle realizes; it is who he does it with. He cannot find such comfort with anyone but Glacius, would want no other being but his partner to caress his body in such a way. They are both so intensely private as individuals, but revel in one another's company. They have seen each other's weaknesses; they have seen each other's successes. Though seeking refuge in carnal desires, it is not the mere desperation to keep each other, but the love between them that gives them strength.
"Desth," he swears under his breath. "My- my heart feels as though it might explode."
He doesn't know if that's normal either, but he doesn't want to stop and ask.
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He will have to save any further quips for another time, his voice steadily breathier as he closes his eyes and tries to focus not just on the physical sensations between them, but the metaphysical ones, as well. The energy churning through him is on the rise, but it is more akin to the relaxing waters of a hot bath than the frigid temperatures he usually associates with Glacius; however, he assumes that may be the heat welling in his body, boiling in his abdomen and beyond, that is coloring his perception. Though it stings as it runs along the scars on his arms, he makes no move to stop it from reaching out for Glacius, the current drawn toward the alien's own pathways on its own much like the energy in a glyph completing its circuit.
What he feels is, perhaps, akin to a glyph activating, as well. There's that slight searing behind his eyelids, the electric tingle of power at his fingertips as vitality surges through him. Carlisle leans his head back against his partner, his mouth agape as he struggles for air; the incredible sensation threatens to pull him under, but he manages to stay afloat for now, albeit with a quiet moan of Glacius' name.
It isn't just what they do that brings him respite, Carlisle realizes; it is who he does it with. He cannot find such comfort with anyone but Glacius, would want no other being but his partner to caress his body in such a way. They are both so intensely private as individuals, but revel in one another's company. They have seen each other's weaknesses; they have seen each other's successes. Though seeking refuge in carnal desires, it is not the mere desperation to keep each other, but the love between them that gives them strength.
"Desth," he swears under his breath. "My- my heart feels as though it might explode."
He doesn't know if that's normal either, but he doesn't want to stop and ask.