perhaps they can work on that. >.>
[Zelos starts at the sudden sensation of Malba's tongue on his neck. It's touch is so hot, and yet... the trail of wetness it leaves behind is cool, only amplifying that tingling sensation. And then comes the teeth, sending shockwaves as they lightly rake across his skin. He tightens his grip on Malba's frame, his breaths coming faster, harsher.]
M-mals, nn... [Zelos practically whimpers his lover's name, tugging his frame in closer as he does.] ... bedroom...? [he asks between breaths, hoping the single word is enough to convey his meaning.]