The human cleared his throat, unable yet to pull away as his lips were lightly caressed by his friend's tongue. Finding his voice took a moment but when he had it back in his possession he said,
"Can I come to your's tonight?" He wanted to be in space that belonged to Sivan, and, like most of his other wants concerning love and sex he didn't question it. It wasn't dangerous, nor was Torin spending the night at the elf's growing abode unusual.
When he received permission he nodded,
"We should work." They didn't get a lot of time to spend on this specific world magic and it was important. Reluctance showing in all the lines of him as he slowly disentangling their forms from each other. Just as they stopped touching he darted back in to kiss the mouth that had been the focus of his eyes as they'd held each other. The intention had been for a quick peck but once there he didn't stop until he was breathless. Even so, he did let that be the end of it unless Sivan reached for more.
Clearing his throat again he carefully adjusted his chair and turned back to the workbench. After a minute or so, as his body was beginning to, reluctantly, calm itself, he said, trying to keep his tone normal,
"You can tell me to strip down any time that you want." The elf had similar ideas about keeping the personal parts of their relationship between them, or, at least not showing it off anywhere that did not contain only informed, consenting adults. So there was no fear in the smith that he would be asked to expose himself in the city streets or in front of his apprentice. Things like that weren't within Torin's scope of desires, even if Aurin's occasional teasing about showing him off turned him on. He supposed that was more Aurin's teasing than any desire to be publicly humiliated. Humiliation wasn't something that he found arousing, though little elements of it within his master's ownership didn't turn him off either. Torin was beginning to understand that fantasies could be attractive without him wanting anything like the reality of them, and that exploring him with the two men who loved him was safe.
It wasn't the desire for humiliation that had him offering his bare form to Sivan whenever it might be wanted. Quite the opposite, actually. Torin felt beautiful and worthy when either of his partners were looking at him, particularly when he wore nothing. Being exposed in such a way was a confirmation of interest and appreciation, not a way to tear him down.
It only took a few moments longer for his mind to settle back into the work, at least enough for his body to cool off. If a part of his mind was still percolating through the ideas of Sivan's question and his own ideas, it was at least not stopping him from working on the tiny version of a Well he was working through.
"Can I come to your's tonight?" He wanted to be in space that belonged to Sivan, and, like most of his other wants concerning love and sex he didn't question it. It wasn't dangerous, nor was Torin spending the night at the elf's growing abode unusual.
When he received permission he nodded,
"We should work." They didn't get a lot of time to spend on this specific world magic and it was important. Reluctance showing in all the lines of him as he slowly disentangling their forms from each other. Just as they stopped touching he darted back in to kiss the mouth that had been the focus of his eyes as they'd held each other. The intention had been for a quick peck but once there he didn't stop until he was breathless. Even so, he did let that be the end of it unless Sivan reached for more.
Clearing his throat again he carefully adjusted his chair and turned back to the workbench. After a minute or so, as his body was beginning to, reluctantly, calm itself, he said, trying to keep his tone normal,
"You can tell me to strip down any time that you want." The elf had similar ideas about keeping the personal parts of their relationship between them, or, at least not showing it off anywhere that did not contain only informed, consenting adults. So there was no fear in the smith that he would be asked to expose himself in the city streets or in front of his apprentice. Things like that weren't within Torin's scope of desires, even if Aurin's occasional teasing about showing him off turned him on. He supposed that was more Aurin's teasing than any desire to be publicly humiliated. Humiliation wasn't something that he found arousing, though little elements of it within his master's ownership didn't turn him off either. Torin was beginning to understand that fantasies could be attractive without him wanting anything like the reality of them, and that exploring him with the two men who loved him was safe.
It wasn't the desire for humiliation that had him offering his bare form to Sivan whenever it might be wanted. Quite the opposite, actually. Torin felt beautiful and worthy when either of his partners were looking at him, particularly when he wore nothing. Being exposed in such a way was a confirmation of interest and appreciation, not a way to tear him down.
It only took a few moments longer for his mind to settle back into the work, at least enough for his body to cool off. If a part of his mind was still percolating through the ideas of Sivan's question and his own ideas, it was at least not stopping him from working on the tiny version of a Well he was working through.
