Curious, Hythlodaeus traces his fingers over the wet opening between Nimbus' legs. As soon as they touch him in return he pushes his hips into their hand with a groan, and he presses kisses down the metal along their neck.
"How exactly should I have you?" He murmurs it against their jaw, eyes glancing upwards to catch their gaze. He has a small smile on his lips, obviously enjoying himself.
He's unsure of what exactly would feel best for Nimbus, as he's never been with them before- he likes to ask first, to make sure everyone's on the same page.
"Tell me what feels good for you." He presses a brief kiss to their lips again, before pulling back and idly rubbing his thumb along the head of their cock while he waits for an answer. His hips rock steadily into their hand, unable to keep still when he's this wound up.
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"How exactly should I have you?" He murmurs it against their jaw, eyes glancing upwards to catch their gaze. He has a small smile on his lips, obviously enjoying himself.
He's unsure of what exactly would feel best for Nimbus, as he's never been with them before- he likes to ask first, to make sure everyone's on the same page.
"Tell me what feels good for you." He presses a brief kiss to their lips again, before pulling back and idly rubbing his thumb along the head of their cock while he waits for an answer. His hips rock steadily into their hand, unable to keep still when he's this wound up.