#ergergeg

[over-heavcn]

Dio to his followers vs Dio to his followers

depends on mood, let him be ;/

[aen-consilium]

if you thought for a second I’m just going to leave it be, you were mistaken || from x

@diguerra

    Kael’thas Sunstrider planned to play around  Illidan’s harshness; to amuse himself with seeing other fascinated in Prince’s figure; to fire a little ember of desire in rough, green eyes. Though his boldest expectations never included... this.

    Golden hair elf gasped for air, unused to being treated like this. He had to stood on his toes when other brought him up to kiss and his lips were more than willing to offer themselves. Claws going into blood elf’s flesh were same welcome as those lips.

    When mage pulled away slightly he noticed... he was shivering. Stress? Desire? Confusion? he wasn’t sure, he would bet on all of these on once. How to spoke to someone you treated with divine respect after a common kiss? 

     He whined softly and quietly in pleasure and put his trembling finger against other’s lips. What exactly did it mean? Would other push him away now and try to forget it? Or was he allowed to push it further?

    ‘My Lord, can I be of service?’