The hunter's eyes flick open in brief surprise, lips parting to release a breathy groan of pleasure. Lean, muscled legs – bare legs – straddle Laethan's nude waist firmly, slender hips rolling forward in a desperate attempt to swallow the hunter's arousal whole. Fel green eyes blink up dazedly, a thin sheen of sweat covering the two joined bodies.
The figure perched upon the taller elf is thin and wiry with a rather boyish charm to his features, eyes pressed firmly shut as the shorter Sin'dorei tilts his head back, exposing a long, tanned neck. Spiky ebon locks cling to the engineer's jaw line, the occasional tendril ghosting across the hunter's face as the figure splays a hand across his chest and leans over him, face flushed a faint pink and mouth parted to release erotic sounding pants and whimpers.
"A-ah.."
The voice is soft and tinged with undeniable ecstasy; the smaller elf rocking forward to press and twist in a feeble plea for the other to move. The bed trembles, the sheets damp with perspiration-
"-Laethan, please!" the engineer gasps, full lips starting to form a pout as his free hand digs into the sheets beside the other's head.
"Your name?" Laethan manages, Fel green eyes lidded and dark.
His hands explore the smooth skin of the other's abdomen before settling on the engineer's waist snugly... It's then that a lengthy moment ensues where the only sounds are the creaking of the bed and the harsh pants spilling past the smaller elf's lip fill the air.
"Ah-.. ah.. P-please!"
"Your name." The movement starts to slow, the hunter's voice lowering to a sharp, husky bite; commanding.
"I-ithriel," the engineer whimpers, hips thrusting forward.
"Ithriel," Laethan repeats slowly, voice a seductive purr.
The hunter's grip tightens, lips splitting to reveal a dazzling, wicked grin before the positions are promptly switched, one hand grasping at Ithriel's wrists and pinning them above the head of ebony locks. He pulls back, smirking, before ramming back in at a none-too-gentle pace.
The heat and the ecstasy soon start to consume him and-
Laethan's eyes open groggily, his mouth soured with the taste of morning breath.
A long, stagnant pause follows in the hunter's awakening before the red-haired elf lets out a dismayed groan and struggles to rise.
"Shit."