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i don't know why i thought i had more time to find proper icons for this.

[alienation]

[ He's not above admitting to himself that it's a nice kiss. But he's not calling adorable (again) (just yet). Keeping with the kiss, his hand moves down from his chin, widening his fingers down over his chest. ]

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[crimeson]

[Randy has a nice chest! Frankly he is incredibly built so enjoy them tiddy. Randy's hand keeps cupping Lotor's cheek, and the other lands on his hip.]

[alienation]

[ tfw you're a far cry from small (except compared to other Galra) and yet every guy you meet has a huge chest.

What a tender person. Using the hand on his chest, he's carefully starting to push him backwards, but taking a step forwards so that he knows it's not "get off of me" and is "let's move to a better spot for this". ]

[crimeson]

[randy's picking up what he's putting down. the hand on his hip tugs lightly, yes, good, by all means please guide him wherever.]

[alienation]

[ He is encouraging him towards the nearest seating booth table. Not just against it, but to lean back over it at the least. ]

[crimeson]

[oh hell yes. leans, at first, then realizes what Lotor wants and sits on it and lays back, hitching a thigh over Lotor's hip. hi.]

[alienation]

You are nothing but enthusiastic, aren't you?

[crimeson]

I know what I'm about. C'mon.

[alienation]

[ He makes an affirmative mm sound, then follows him down to nip at his neck. ]

[crimeson]

[stills for a moment as wolfish instincts are like ARE WE GONNA FUCKING ALLOW THAT?

and then he relaxes even further, baring his throat to Lotor. yeah we fucking are that shit is HOT.]

[alienation]

[ I hope your werewolf is also a big masochist. ]

Good boy.

[ He doesn't bite him hard enough to draw blood, but he lightly kisses where he bit him as if to smooth it over anyway. ]

[crimeson]

[oh goddess. he likes being called a good boy. whinessss, reaching up to knead at his shoulders.]

[alienation]

[ Against his skin: ]

We won't get very far with all of this between us.

[ CLOTHES. HE'S WEARING SPACE ARMOUR. ]

[crimeson]

Trueee~ Whaddya wanna do about it, darlin'?

[alienation]

[ Did randy buy his orange clothes back yet. Or is it his prison uniform. This is important. ]

[crimeson]

[he's in his purple stripes.]

[alienation]

We're starting with you.

[ Your clothes are much easier to get off.

He's already starting to pull his shirt upwards. ]

[crimeson]

[laughs and streeetches his arms above his head helpfully. enjoy those scarred muscles.]

[alienation]

[ Begone shirt. At least he doesn't throw it far. ]

Hmmmm.

[ It's a pleased sort of hum, at least. ]

[crimeson]

Just hmmm?

[alienation]

Not just. You have a beautiful body.

[ Now he's gently tugging on the waistband of his pants. ]

[crimeson]

I do like that better.

[arching, putting his weight on his shoulders to help get his pants off.]

[alienation]

[ If he pulls them off slowly, it's because he's enjoying the sight a little.

Then he drops his pants down on top of his shirt and lays his gloved hand on the inside of Randy's thigh. ]

[crimeson]

[so. some important things.

1) randy goes commando. or at least has been in his prison clothes.
2) he is Hung, even for a man of his side.
3) he parts his thighs eagerly, not at all shy about showing off for Lotor.]

[alienation]

[ So humans really just look like this... he lightly strokes his thigh for a moment, studying him with a small smile, and then has to let go to reach his arms behind his own back. There's a seam there, where his bodysuit can open. ]