NERON
the hailstorm
The warning is appreciated but not necessary, and Neron tightens his grip on Sunjata as he finishes, though he does slow his ministrations to something less urgent, less reminiscent of a race to the finish line. Not bad for his first taste (heh) of that side of himself, the Hailstorm gives the other man a few moments to collect himself, gently releasing him and sitting back on his knees to raise an eyebrow up at him.
”Maybe I’ll see you in this room next time,” he says, his suggestion a low purr in the back of his throat. Nodding over to the sofa off to the side, Neron smirks and rises fluidly to his feet. ”Go sit,” he murmurs. ”I owe you another drink after that, I think.” Without skipping a beat, Neron has opened the door and stepped out, leaving it open. Sunjata will hear the clink of bottles and glasses, and when the Ascended returns, he’s holding both.
”Maybe I’ll see you in this room next time,” he says, his suggestion a low purr in the back of his throat. Nodding over to the sofa off to the side, Neron smirks and rises fluidly to his feet. ”Go sit,” he murmurs. ”I owe you another drink after that, I think.” Without skipping a beat, Neron has opened the door and stepped out, leaving it open. Sunjata will hear the clink of bottles and glasses, and when the Ascended returns, he’s holding both.
