[With Urianger's insistent kisses, Ithaqua wonders if they'll be able to get to something today... or perhaps not. Ah, the waiting. There's just something about Urianger that has him imagining many, many things. Perhaps the arms. Or the face? He certainly has thought about that beard rubbing against sensitive parts before, and scraping him raw. But Urianger is shy! He has to keep reminding himself of that. He clearly has some idea of how he wants to court Ithaqua, and he must be patient.
He contents himself with this, kissing the man, licking into his mouth until he's in need of air. Even so, he doesn't pull away completely, breathing in whatever Urianger breathes out, just enjoying the closeness.
Eventually, this is not enough and he reaches for Urianger's hand, just to put it on his hair. He wants pets right now.]
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He contents himself with this, kissing the man, licking into his mouth until he's in need of air. Even so, he doesn't pull away completely, breathing in whatever Urianger breathes out, just enjoying the closeness.
Eventually, this is not enough and he reaches for Urianger's hand, just to put it on his hair. He wants pets right now.]