Watching from his spot on the bed, it wouldn't be completely out of the realms of expectation for the Dark Urge to be fed grapes. The way he sits is verging on regal, reclined and taking up space like the leader that he is. His gaze doesn't leave Gortash as he finds a position he likes and starts to work himself open.
Perhaps they both know that no matter how many fingers the human stuffs in himself, it won't be enough to stop the intense stretch when he finally sinks onto the half drow's cock.
At least Gortash will be able to see the heat in the bhaalspawn's eyes, the fact his cock is now completely hard again. The way his focus is entirely on him in a way that should probably be concerning. And then he starts to look frustrated with barely a handful of minutes having slipped by. An impatience flitting into his expression, denoted by the small line that appears between his brows.
Whether or not he's amused by the moan, of the fact he can see the human is enjoying it to some degree, he doesn't want to wait much longer for what comes next.
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Perhaps they both know that no matter how many fingers the human stuffs in himself, it won't be enough to stop the intense stretch when he finally sinks onto the half drow's cock.
At least Gortash will be able to see the heat in the bhaalspawn's eyes, the fact his cock is now completely hard again. The way his focus is entirely on him in a way that should probably be concerning. And then he starts to look frustrated with barely a handful of minutes having slipped by. An impatience flitting into his expression, denoted by the small line that appears between his brows.
Whether or not he's amused by the moan, of the fact he can see the human is enjoying it to some degree, he doesn't want to wait much longer for what comes next.