[The slow, easy kiss from Eben is surprising, but definitely not unwelcome for S'rahz, the blond more than happy to match the pace set by the human for now. There's something delicious about the way they're just taking their time to explore, and the miqo'te is slowly smoothing hands up Eben's chest to twine around his neck. It would be wrong of him to not take up the opportunity to press his body up against the others sturdier frame, and S'rahz does just that as he feels his breath hitching ever so lightly at the thumb on his chin. He briefly hopes it means that Eben wants to take charge, or to just simply take. Back home S'rahz normally clashes hard with his mate and then they fuck harder. This change in pace is definitely refreshing and when Eben starts paying attention to his lip the blond can't help but let out a quiet, low groan from the back of his throat.
Did the beard bother him though? Not at all, it was just another sensation to add to the list of things that evening, though perhaps afterwards S'rahz would sigh at the stubble rash it marks him with. For now he's completely into it, and the tia tilts his head back up, fingers curling at the nape of Eben's neck as he parts his lips in invitation, curious and full of anticipation to see if Eben would deepen the kiss.]
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Did the beard bother him though? Not at all, it was just another sensation to add to the list of things that evening, though perhaps afterwards S'rahz would sigh at the stubble rash it marks him with. For now he's completely into it, and the tia tilts his head back up, fingers curling at the nape of Eben's neck as he parts his lips in invitation, curious and full of anticipation to see if Eben would deepen the kiss.]