[ Nyx would argue about who's actually being distracting here. Cor's mouth and hands on his body are doing quite the work. A moan or two escapes Nyx when that hand on his cock moves to tease against the head, intentionally or not; he's not trying to be quiet, but he's not trying to make it easy on the Marshal either.
Instead he does what he can to drive Cor to distraction, thumb pressing just under the head of his cock teasingly. When Cor finally declares they're going to need some lube, Nyx leans up to nip his bottom lip, before pulling back with a grin on his face. ]
You might find what you need in my bag.
[ What good Glaive doesn't head out prepared? Of course, that means Cor will have to leave - and Nyx doesn't pull his hand away from his dick to make that any easier. ]
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Instead he does what he can to drive Cor to distraction, thumb pressing just under the head of his cock teasingly. When Cor finally declares they're going to need some lube, Nyx leans up to nip his bottom lip, before pulling back with a grin on his face. ]
You might find what you need in my bag.
[ What good Glaive doesn't head out prepared? Of course, that means Cor will have to leave - and Nyx doesn't pull his hand away from his dick to make that any easier. ]