[Though Ali tries to not interrupt with his hand grasping down at Concord, it does just that. Concord's slacks are tugged on, tightening the already near unbearable strain of fabric holding him in. He grunts to separate his mouth and straight up some, looking at Ali with a lusty haze to his eyes. His lips are wet and some drool has trailed down his chin from a corner of his mouth, given him a disheveled look he never presents in public.
It seems to dawn on him just how far this is getting with them both, muttering]
Ali.... what are we doing-? [a thought that's about as there and gone as his voice saying it. It's not said with his usual naivety, Concord is well aware that this is sex, or at least getting to it. He's more questioning what they are doing, how this could be happening to the pair in paritcular.
It's gone though, he doesn't need an answer. He is grabbing for Ali's waist robes in turn, peeling them aside to expose the dragon in his lap. As if leveling a challenge, he says,]
You are not... getting to me first. [he got hard first, but he'll be damned if he's the one out of his clothes first..! Will he see every level of this as a different win or loss? Maybe, perhaps, it's difficult to say with Ali.]
no subject
It seems to dawn on him just how far this is getting with them both, muttering]
Ali.... what are we doing-? [a thought that's about as there and gone as his voice saying it. It's not said with his usual naivety, Concord is well aware that this is sex, or at least getting to it. He's more questioning what they are doing, how this could be happening to the pair in paritcular.
It's gone though, he doesn't need an answer. He is grabbing for Ali's waist robes in turn, peeling them aside to expose the dragon in his lap. As if leveling a challenge, he says,]
You are not... getting to me first. [he got hard first, but he'll be damned if he's the one out of his clothes first..! Will he see every level of this as a different win or loss? Maybe, perhaps, it's difficult to say with Ali.]