Their mingled purring wrapped around him in the same way his field, Orion's field, was, and the reason for that pleasure was like (paradoxically enough) soothing lightning.
The allowance to get his sight back made the bright charge from Orion's hand on his throat all the more sweeter and far less complicated to relax into. He did, though, wait until Orion was finished speaking before his optics lit up slowly before stabilising at the given point.
It left the outer edges of his vision faintly soft-edged, but that didn't matter. He had sight back again, and that let him relax a faint shade further, subtly arching up against Orion's hand... and the leg against---
His field twitched and eddied as Orion scraped against the panel, charge from pure arousal and tactile stimulation pleasure dancing across his sensory nodes and flushing his wiring.
He caught the flash of Orion's grin from the upper edge of his vision, tightening his fingers around his wrists in response to the electrified flush from that grin... and then he had to bite off a chuckle when Orion spoke. He grinned, though, languid and pleased.
"As you wish, Orion." There was no denying the pleased, heated rumble of his voice, and he unwound his arms and leaned back, ending up resting on his elbows, the glow from his optics faint, but warm... legs still bent by the knees, spread.
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Date: 2014-05-16 08:32 pm (UTC)The allowance to get his sight back made the bright charge from Orion's hand on his throat all the more sweeter and far less complicated to relax into. He did, though, wait until Orion was finished speaking before his optics lit up slowly before stabilising at the given point.
It left the outer edges of his vision faintly soft-edged, but that didn't matter. He had sight back again, and that let him relax a faint shade further, subtly arching up against Orion's hand... and the leg against---
His field twitched and eddied as Orion scraped against the panel, charge from pure arousal and tactile stimulation pleasure dancing across his sensory nodes and flushing his wiring.
He caught the flash of Orion's grin from the upper edge of his vision, tightening his fingers around his wrists in response to the electrified flush from that grin... and then he had to bite off a chuckle when Orion spoke. He grinned, though, languid and pleased.
"As you wish, Orion." There was no denying the pleased, heated rumble of his voice, and he unwound his arms and leaned back, ending up resting on his elbows, the glow from his optics faint, but warm... legs still bent by the knees, spread.