If it were any other time, perhaps Euric would have reacted with aggression that wouldn\'t be in favour of the other party. By words, his bare hands, or even the use of his choice weapon and he could have easily stopped the situation from developing further. But there he was, lying with his back attached to the wall, like a pretty golden-eyed doll that was stiff and unsure of what to do with himself, or with Hako for that matter.
Euric had never cared for puppetry but right now, he knew how it felt to be a marionette. And like a puppet, his strings were being tugged and pulled by the hand that was manipulating his member to harden and lengthen even more. It left him gasping for breath, the brilliance that was his eyes flickering like lights in the dim room.
When Hako’s face came nearer, the half-elf knew what was coming, and braced himself for it. And the moment their lips were joined, Euric felt a jolt of burning energy that sparked through his very nerves, causing him to impulsively reach out for the other, his near-shaking hand finding a hold on Hako’s hip.
For a moment there, he was as still as a statue. Given that this was his very first kiss, he was uncertain of what to do, afraid that he would make a fool of himself with the clumsiness that came with first kisses. The softness of Hako’s lips, the warmth of his breath, the evil that was his hand as he stroked his length, was utterly distracting. But it was only a matter of time before he mimicked timidly the movement Hako’s lips made, and instinctively parted his own when he felt the other’s tongue nudging at the seam of his lips, allowing Hako entry into his awaiting mouth. The half-elf was learning fast with the way he was reciprocating with matching intensity, proving that Hako was indeed a good teacher.