[The pleading sound draws a little chuckle of appreciation. When Ashura pulls away Cross looks up, annoyed -- but then watching the grace with which Ashura disrobes brings a hint of a smile to his face as he watches with clear arousal. Male he may be, but beautiful. Cross gives a little nod with his once-over.]
[That heat in his fingertips was also a neat trick. Have another stroke of your ear for that one, Ashura; and Cross will just keep right on with them, fingertips swirling around the jewels and brushing seductive strokes over the length of it. His breath catches, ever so slightly, when that talented tongue finally flicks over him, but other than that he is silent... for now.]