[As Cardan rises and leans in, each movement choreographed like the next graceful step in a dance, Nikolai watches with the anticipation he knows the Faerie king intends to have filling his lungs. Warm breath caresses the shell of his ear, and the familiar piney scent of a forest curls around him. With Cardan occupying the breadth of his view, it becomes easy to fall back into that afternoon in his dim apartment. His head tilting in answer to the patter of words against his ear, his neck opening itself to lips and tongue and teeth.
This time, no red powder dictates his desires. No frantic pulling at clothes or grabbing at each other's bodies like fires intent on burning themselves down. He can take the time to explore the landscape, to enjoy what he finds.
And he can enjoy it all the more, having learned a thing or two in the intervening months... About himself, about pleasure. He won't have to wait for the instructions of Cardan's hands and hips, and he won't have to wonder at the significance of finding another man's naked form enticing.
Altogether, an intriguing proposal. Nikolai releases a quiet sigh. His fingers uncurl from his mug to tangle in Cardan's hair, holding him close.]
That seems a fair trade. Then I won't pester you about your intentions with cloaking your identity on the network.
[Well, it seems that this will be an extended lunch break.]
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This time, no red powder dictates his desires. No frantic pulling at clothes or grabbing at each other's bodies like fires intent on burning themselves down. He can take the time to explore the landscape, to enjoy what he finds.
And he can enjoy it all the more, having learned a thing or two in the intervening months... About himself, about pleasure. He won't have to wait for the instructions of Cardan's hands and hips, and he won't have to wonder at the significance of finding another man's naked form enticing.
Altogether, an intriguing proposal. Nikolai releases a quiet sigh. His fingers uncurl from his mug to tangle in Cardan's hair, holding him close.]
That seems a fair trade. Then I won't pester you about your intentions with cloaking your identity on the network.
[Well, it seems that this will be an extended lunch break.]