( Esikko knows flower language better than anyone he's ever met. To him, the feeling comes naturally with the flower, with the plant, a variety of symbolism that he can't escape. While he hadn't chosen the flower with any intention more than it being pretty when he was a child, the irony hadn't escaped him, it's true. But he's shocked, actually, to hear anyone reference it at all to him.
And so it makes him pause a bit, catches him off guard and leaves him unsure of what to say for longer than he realizes, until the warmth of a wet tongue is dragging up alongside his growing arousal in a casual lick, sparking a sensation through him that earns a surprised little breath.
Right, he'd forgotten where he was, for a moment. )
Ah, right. Everyone can do magic, but it's like art and science combined. To find how it works best for you, you...
( This is both harder and easier than he thought it would be. It's easy when he gets into a ramble, focused and a little excited to share, to have someone who cares enough to listen, but then falling into that so much makes the touch of lips around the head of his dick that much more noticeable. Warm, soft, enough to make him want to squirm, when he really wants to make Leo earn those little noises. His breath hitches, for a moment, and then he continues. )
Well, you have to find it yourself. There are methods that can run in family lines, but it's no guarantee, and the practice has fallen out, so it was even more difficult to discover books from that time.
( He watches Leo as he works, his own breaths deepening as he does. Is this really enough? To just blow him and listen to him... yap...?? )
I had tried so many methods, but I finally was able to find the books my father hid away. It's blood magic that works well for my family, so that's what I tried, and it worked for me, too.
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And so it makes him pause a bit, catches him off guard and leaves him unsure of what to say for longer than he realizes, until the warmth of a wet tongue is dragging up alongside his growing arousal in a casual lick, sparking a sensation through him that earns a surprised little breath.
Right, he'd forgotten where he was, for a moment. )
Ah, right. Everyone can do magic, but it's like art and science combined. To find how it works best for you, you...
( This is both harder and easier than he thought it would be. It's easy when he gets into a ramble, focused and a little excited to share, to have someone who cares enough to listen, but then falling into that so much makes the touch of lips around the head of his dick that much more noticeable. Warm, soft, enough to make him want to squirm, when he really wants to make Leo earn those little noises. His breath hitches, for a moment, and then he continues. )
Well, you have to find it yourself. There are methods that can run in family lines, but it's no guarantee, and the practice has fallen out, so it was even more difficult to discover books from that time.
( He watches Leo as he works, his own breaths deepening as he does. Is this really enough? To just blow him and listen to him... yap...?? )
I had tried so many methods, but I finally was able to find the books my father hid away. It's blood magic that works well for my family, so that's what I tried, and it worked for me, too.