[ The way Lilia's length drags inside him earns the moan the fae might be looking for. Deep and subdued even as his gloved and gives the sheets a tight squeeze to keep himself grounded. His free hand inching up to brush against the general's hip and what part of his thigh he can reach in languid, colorful circles.
It isn't often he allows himself just to feel things, but perhaps it's the effect of the paint staining his cock and skin that makes him feel so open and exposed now. ]
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It isn't often he allows himself just to feel things, but perhaps it's the effect of the paint staining his cock and skin that makes him feel so open and exposed now. ]
H-Hmm... That is nice.