There's something about Glacius' response that draws a genuine laugh out of Carlisle. "Wonderful, he says. This coming from someone who might be the very definition of such a woooorr—"
He does not finish his assessment before a long shudder escapes from him, his body quivering as the point of Glacius' mandible draws across his scars. The pressure is a far cry from that of the massage he'd been getting before: instead of it being spread evenly across Glacius' large hands, it's all concentrated on a single, moving point of contact now, with all the sensitivity the old wounds feel honed upon it.
One might think that a many who was raked across his abdomen by a bear would feel frightened by such a sensation, but given the source, Carlisle finds it impossible to even contemplate relating that feeling with fear. As his body trembles once more, his breath shaking along with it, such a feeling is intensely tantalizing. And when combined with the pawing at his loins, it is pure ecstasy.
One of Carlisle's hands lands upon Glacius' head, his fingers wrapping lightly around one of the horns found there as though it'd ground him, keep him from getting lost in a moment of incredible sensation; the other tries again with the orb of light, though with his energies stirred by the beginnings of euphoria, it turns out far more vibrant than the last, the light within it more akin to the Mote than normal. He leaves the orb beside him as his hand returns to Glacius' face, helping guide his partner along the violet scars that cut across him.
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He does not finish his assessment before a long shudder escapes from him, his body quivering as the point of Glacius' mandible draws across his scars. The pressure is a far cry from that of the massage he'd been getting before: instead of it being spread evenly across Glacius' large hands, it's all concentrated on a single, moving point of contact now, with all the sensitivity the old wounds feel honed upon it.
One might think that a many who was raked across his abdomen by a bear would feel frightened by such a sensation, but given the source, Carlisle finds it impossible to even contemplate relating that feeling with fear. As his body trembles once more, his breath shaking along with it, such a feeling is intensely tantalizing. And when combined with the pawing at his loins, it is pure ecstasy.
One of Carlisle's hands lands upon Glacius' head, his fingers wrapping lightly around one of the horns found there as though it'd ground him, keep him from getting lost in a moment of incredible sensation; the other tries again with the orb of light, though with his energies stirred by the beginnings of euphoria, it turns out far more vibrant than the last, the light within it more akin to the Mote than normal. He leaves the orb beside him as his hand returns to Glacius' face, helping guide his partner along the violet scars that cut across him.