He gets Mark out of his clothes in gratifyingly short order, and rolls on top of him, pinning him to the bed with dwarven strength and the weight of dwarven bones. It's the first time he can ever remember being able to physically overpower someone this way, and there is a definite thrill to that, even though - perhaps especially because - he's sure Mark could hold his own if it came to a serious fight.
"You're pretty glorious yourself," he says, and leans in for a slow and thorough kiss. "Mmm..."
His kisses wander down over Mark's jaw and throat, and then his chest, and onward from there. This is nothing he's ever done before, but Mark is in the same quarter as far as he can tell and it sure didn't seem to stop him. Stalas is inspired to adventurousness.
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He gets Mark out of his clothes in gratifyingly short order, and rolls on top of him, pinning him to the bed with dwarven strength and the weight of dwarven bones. It's the first time he can ever remember being able to physically overpower someone this way, and there is a definite thrill to that, even though - perhaps especially because - he's sure Mark could hold his own if it came to a serious fight.
"You're pretty glorious yourself," he says, and leans in for a slow and thorough kiss. "Mmm..."
His kisses wander down over Mark's jaw and throat, and then his chest, and onward from there. This is nothing he's ever done before, but Mark is in the same quarter as far as he can tell and it sure didn't seem to stop him. Stalas is inspired to adventurousness.