<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810180086493609984/afd5e48f4f654ed0b9d6ecd76651329f.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nito Haon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Botanist<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>A black coat (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/810179999189303366/519422fa7e70621d56566a3390116e72.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Zira's personal quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Visiting a friend for work stuff. Go on, shoo.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Zira | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Her voice was the most expressive out of all the people he'd met in his life. Plus, they'd spent so much time together he was able to pick up on every little inflection and drawl— in this case, it was one of laughter and mirth. Nito smiled back at her in return. "Well, I did yell at that elcor I'd obliterate him and his extended relatives back on Dekuuna if he didn't make himself scarce." He tilted his head to the side, and winked at her— something he'd seen the humans do. "I'll make it up to you, Zira," he whispered, his tone low and husky, his eyes sparkling with deviousness.<br/><br/>A warm, gloved hand slid up his arms as she stared into him, and Nito exhaled deeply, barely constraining his urges to pick her up and push her against the wall, to rip off her suit and take her right there and then. But no, he was also gentle, always sensual with her. At least during foreplay. He too, wrapped his hand around her waist, caressing her softly as shs touched his neck. She told him to help her with the clasps. "Gladly."<br/><br/>Both his hands wandered to her waist, gliding over her full backside, caressing them and giving them a gentle squeeze. He was a patient man when it came to thing like this, and he took his sweet time undressing her. He undid the clasps that bound her suit together one by one, each one popping open with a soft<em>clink</em>. His eyes were trained on her eyes, faintly visible underneath the stained protective mask.<br/><br/>Once the suit gave some leeway, he slipped his hand under it, gently grazing the warm skin of her waist and back. Slowly and carefully, he touched her, reveling in every little bit of contact. "You're excited," he said with a chuckle, noting how hot her body already was— almost feverish.<br/><br/>"Take off your mask, Zira," he said, already leaning into her, breathing deeply against the glass that protected her from him. "And let me kiss you."