Setting the scene would be like... citronella candles? And a nice, old quilt draped over a hay bale (there'd be at least one because llamas love playing "King of the Hay-Bale Hill" and having four such nimble feet, perfect for rocky mountain paths, has helped Chris feel steadier and heights no longer scare him) and maybe later he or JC or the both of them will need a nice spot to sprawl out.
(Also, with the long llama ears, Chris is probably a bit taller now, but Justin won't tell him that when Chris turns back--He will turn back, won't he?--because llamas spit and Chris spits, too.)
Llama!Chris' tongue is so big, and stronger that Justin ever expected, and it's so warm. It's like Chris and not like Chris at all.
JC leans a bit and nuzzles at Justin's ear.
"You should sing," JC says. "He'll like that."
Justin's mind goes blank. He's never in his life thought of singing to a llama, especially not as foreplay. God, what is he doing.
"J," JC says, and his breath on Justin's skin is almost as hot as Chris's. "It's the llama way, and it's... romantic."
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(Also, with the long llama ears, Chris is probably a bit taller now, but Justin won't tell him that when Chris turns back--He will turn back, won't he?--because llamas spit and Chris spits, too.)
Llama!Chris' tongue is so big, and stronger that Justin ever expected, and it's so warm. It's like Chris and not like Chris at all.
JC leans a bit and nuzzles at Justin's ear.
"You should sing," JC says. "He'll like that."
Justin's mind goes blank. He's never in his life thought of singing to a llama, especially not as foreplay. God, what is he doing.
"J," JC says, and his breath on Justin's skin is almost as hot as Chris's. "It's the llama way, and it's... romantic."
JC starts humming a little.