[Ali's wine tinged, smokey taste is downright intoxicating to Concord. He wants to eat, drink, and breathe it in, all at once. It does feel like consuming and being consumed. He never have thought he'd want something like that, like this. One of the times Ali breaks to catch a breath, no matter how short, Concord is not willing to break his mouth from the other man. He presses his lips to Ali's jaw, trailing kisses down his neck, nipping at him with teeth and suckling at soft skin.
His hands wander, fumbling at clothing layers to get beneath Ali's robes, trying to find skin to touch. He seeks out the dragon's natural warmth, wanting to feel it against his fingertips. His hands are broad and tough with smoothed over callouses. Concord's attentions are firm without being violent, gaining confidence as they continue to escalate this. Whatever this is.]
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Date: 2022-12-24 09:57 pm (UTC)His hands wander, fumbling at clothing layers to get beneath Ali's robes, trying to find skin to touch. He seeks out the dragon's natural warmth, wanting to feel it against his fingertips. His hands are broad and tough with smoothed over callouses. Concord's attentions are firm without being violent, gaining confidence as they continue to escalate this. Whatever this is.]