[ Morax's first instinct is to refute it, to say that it doesn't matter how his hood is worn in all efforts to relax, but he certainly knows that Barbatos will turn it into something else, and he thinks better of it. so, he lifts his head just enough to shake his hood free, resting himself back on the warm gap between Barbatos' thighs.
while Morax doesn't fidget, he does shift back and forth with purpose – until the curve behind his head is resting right on the bump of Barbatos' leg. there are gold eyes that close just briefly, but opening again to look up at him shamelessly. ]
Is this what you want?
[ it's hard to tell if he's trying to sate Barbatos, or if it's an accusation, but still, he's there, and he's resting to some extent. ]
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while Morax doesn't fidget, he does shift back and forth with purpose – until the curve behind his head is resting right on the bump of Barbatos' leg. there are gold eyes that close just briefly, but opening again to look up at him shamelessly. ]
Is this what you want?
[ it's hard to tell if he's trying to sate Barbatos, or if it's an accusation, but still, he's there, and he's resting to some extent. ]