"I think it's very fair, taking the time to appreciate Evan as much as he deserves," Meallan returns, reaching out to splash a bit of the water at Laedo. "And I'm certain we'll find a way to make up any pruning for you."
But teasing aside, Meallan's gaze is entirely focused on Evan as he strips. He's seen him naked before, but it's a sight he never stops appreciating and it seems all the more exciting now that there's another set of eyes on the younger man as well. When Evan turns back and slips into the pool, Meallan takes a moment to give him a slow, hungry look, his gaze tracing every curl and line of muscle with obvious approval. And if that isn't enough, he tugs Evan's head back to kiss him deeply, savouring it before he breaks away and nudges him towards Laedo.
"I think that's enough of my opinion, but perhaps Laedo has one he'd like to make as well?"
It's an invitation to them both, although Meallan imagines it might help as well if he were more... involved, although help them or help himself to a situation he imagines he'll thoroughly enjoy he couldn't say. Either way, it means his trousers need to come off as well and he rises, unlacing and peeling them off with a fluid motion, followed by his own plain smallclothes.
Like all elves, Meallan is completely hairless with the exception of the top of his head and eyebrows, a difference that still causes him much amusement with Evan at times, and the pale expanse of skin is broken only by a fine pattern of freckles and the paler lines of scars. The worst of them marks where Laedo's magically crafted arm meets his flesh, and while Meallan finds it easier to bear the loss now, he still angles that side away from them instinctively, self-conscious about the marks.
It doesn't stop him from sliding into the water as well, however, carefully making his way to the pair and boldly reaching out to caress Laedo's hip beneath the water. "Don't you think you're over-dressed?"
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Date: 2016-12-22 01:56 pm (UTC)But teasing aside, Meallan's gaze is entirely focused on Evan as he strips. He's seen him naked before, but it's a sight he never stops appreciating and it seems all the more exciting now that there's another set of eyes on the younger man as well. When Evan turns back and slips into the pool, Meallan takes a moment to give him a slow, hungry look, his gaze tracing every curl and line of muscle with obvious approval. And if that isn't enough, he tugs Evan's head back to kiss him deeply, savouring it before he breaks away and nudges him towards Laedo.
"I think that's enough of my opinion, but perhaps Laedo has one he'd like to make as well?"
It's an invitation to them both, although Meallan imagines it might help as well if he were more... involved, although help them or help himself to a situation he imagines he'll thoroughly enjoy he couldn't say. Either way, it means his trousers need to come off as well and he rises, unlacing and peeling them off with a fluid motion, followed by his own plain smallclothes.
Like all elves, Meallan is completely hairless with the exception of the top of his head and eyebrows, a difference that still causes him much amusement with Evan at times, and the pale expanse of skin is broken only by a fine pattern of freckles and the paler lines of scars. The worst of them marks where Laedo's magically crafted arm meets his flesh, and while Meallan finds it easier to bear the loss now, he still angles that side away from them instinctively, self-conscious about the marks.
It doesn't stop him from sliding into the water as well, however, carefully making his way to the pair and boldly reaching out to caress Laedo's hip beneath the water. "Don't you think you're over-dressed?"