It wasn’t Elann’s body as a whole which brought Noah his arousal, it was what he defined as reminders of home and comfort which did. Her hair, her eyes, and her skin were those things as they each reminded him of the shores Zeltiva was built upon. The true bringer of his excitement for the coming act was the sensual way in which she handled him, how she was loving in her personality and in her voice, how her eyes spoke, and what was really special was her newfound ability to understand him, at least in this moment. His own reconciliation with her added to the melting pot tugging on his libido. Noah couldn’t, and probably wouldn’t, ever find Elann desirable for her body alone, but for a combination of things and the setting played a role as well; he felt safe with her hear, felt as if they had their privacy enough to be quiet in their act, and many other variables. He was an extremely complex creature when it came to intimacy, to trust and lovemaking. These things leading up to lovemaking didn’t need to be perfect per se, mostly because there were aspects about her deemed flawless already.

As commanded, the Kelvic laid back carefully and slowly, letting his pants be slid off and rid from him even though she had helped him into them not a few moments earlier. Though they moved with haste, they were careful of his stitches and wounds, careful to not whelm to the point in which he could harm himself. He cursed them, wanting to partake more in the act as he had done before, but he appreciated the calm and controlled way Elann approached and continued through their bout. She spoke to him in Shiber, drove him on, played on his love for her voice regardless of it being understood or not. The hushed way in which she spoke, the roving movements she performed, they all brought an immense sense of pleasure to him, both in body and in mind.

Noah, per his normal, kept to his pleasurable gasps and quiet moans, and kept to tending to her zones, holding at her waist and smoothing up her front as far as his arm could go without straining. Eventually he was overtaken, grasping at her as his pent up stress was released in the surging rise and fall of peaking before the denouement came in heavy breaths and glazed over eyes. In this falling moment he wanted nothing more than to be in Zeltiva, to have their own home and space in which they could reside in their own way.

Lying on his back still, the Kelvic let his head rest on the ground, his chest filling and emptying as he calmed back into his usual self. His bond had been open, had been teeming with the slow rise of his build up, and Elann could feel the physical and emotional tension within him suddenly snap when he couldn’t take anymore, just as she could each time before. It was in times like these that their bond was a blessing.

Underneath her, the quiet vibrations of his contentment, his pleasure, grew more in his recovery but were quelled soon after by his conscience. Noah took a final filling breath and opened his eyes to her again, gazing up at her naturalness and admiring her from there.