[Glacius is glad for the clarification, as he wasn't entirely sure whether or not the clergyman's suddenly sucked-in breath and tensing up was a sign of discomfort, or of unexpected pleasure. When he feels no tugging at his horn and hears that murmur of approval he nods, unable to help the more fervent roll of purring that breaks up out of his throat--he's all too pleased at the reactions now that he knows they're good ones, feeling a sort of power that he can get the skittish and uncertain human to feel something good enough to groan about.
He'd like to see if he can give him even more, at least as long as Carlisle is up to continue. The ice alien purrs again, moving on to kiss across the second scar as he tugs the clergyman's hips forward--and in the mean time he moves down onto his knees, bending his legs to put him low, the easier to trail his mandibles over the marks further down. Meanwhile the pads of his big thumbs roll slowly over his partner's hipbones, meant to be soothing and encouraging; the rest of his fingers stay locked in place, the better to help brace the clergyman if he bucks suddenly. When Glacius speaks up next his voice is a heavy, husky rumble, moved by physical sensations he hasn't felt in the longest time... but even more so by emotional ones that he doesn't think he's ever felt before.] Thank you for... letting me do this... I wouldn't change a thing about you, Carlisle. I want you to know it. [And with that he's moving on to the lowermost scar, his mandibles tracing lines just above his partner's hips.]
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He'd like to see if he can give him even more, at least as long as Carlisle is up to continue. The ice alien purrs again, moving on to kiss across the second scar as he tugs the clergyman's hips forward--and in the mean time he moves down onto his knees, bending his legs to put him low, the easier to trail his mandibles over the marks further down. Meanwhile the pads of his big thumbs roll slowly over his partner's hipbones, meant to be soothing and encouraging; the rest of his fingers stay locked in place, the better to help brace the clergyman if he bucks suddenly. When Glacius speaks up next his voice is a heavy, husky rumble, moved by physical sensations he hasn't felt in the longest time... but even more so by emotional ones that he doesn't think he's ever felt before.] Thank you for... letting me do this... I wouldn't change a thing about you, Carlisle. I want you to know it. [And with that he's moving on to the lowermost scar, his mandibles tracing lines just above his partner's hips.]