[when Robin suddenly lifts and moves away, throwing off the rhythm that had been carrying Irahl away somewhere else, the dragon makes the mistake of opening his eyes and looking down. and so he's looking on as Robin's mouth goes dipping down and pressing in. peering over the forearm still covering part of his face, he watches Robin's tongue drag over him.
it should have snapped him out of his little escapist place. he can feel the anxiety in the back of his head, and hear the busy, disgusted murmurings at seeing someone he knows work over him like this. but it's all so distant. the numbing flood in his brain and the electric pulse in his bones and blood rule everything right now.
instead of balking, a stronger thrill runs right through him, all the way to his spine. and he continues to watch in horror.
it isn't until he's finding that he can't keep quite still, and really notices that he is working up to becoming shamelessly, embarrassingly hard under Robin's mouth that he finally breaks.
cutting off another sound in his throat--muffled under his arm--Irahl shifts around anxiously under his partner, and drunkenly pushes his face to the side again.]
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it should have snapped him out of his little escapist place. he can feel the anxiety in the back of his head, and hear the busy, disgusted murmurings at seeing someone he knows work over him like this. but it's all so distant. the numbing flood in his brain and the electric pulse in his bones and blood rule everything right now.
instead of balking, a stronger thrill runs right through him, all the way to his spine. and he continues to watch in horror.
it isn't until he's finding that he can't keep quite still, and really notices that he is working up to becoming shamelessly, embarrassingly hard under Robin's mouth that he finally breaks.
cutting off another sound in his throat--muffled under his arm--Irahl shifts around anxiously under his partner, and drunkenly pushes his face to the side again.]