He supported the Miraluka as it undressed itself further, returning to the kiss as soon as it was settled again. His tongue moved with precisely engineered dexterity, flexing in ways others' couldn't, sliding against the Miraluka's lips. And there was still more that moved there, something in its texture that sought to explore Cipher Nine more deeply.

He reached down between them, tendrils pulling away so that his fingertips could taste its skin, tracing its curves and contrasts of sensation with another low hum of approval that hitched for a moment as he felt the right way to stroke it, through the other's mind.

He had meditated, cold and still and singular for so very long. It was only right that he awaken to this. To share this with another.