[ Cardan laughs, even though heat races up his spine, even though his hand has found its way into Nikolai's flaxen hair, soft like spun silk. Nikolai's mouth is hot, sensual in its slide against Cardan's, and for a moment Cardan can only pull him closer, greedy for more -- more of Nikolai's leather-and-ink scent, more of his hands, more everything.
Always more.
His free hand finds the knot of Nikolai's tie. He hooks his fingers into it, loosening the skin-warm silk to free the golden column of Nikolai's throat. Cardan's fingertips whisper against it, feather-light--
And then he straightens, pulling away, slightly flushed and a little breathless. He will stand -- silhouetted against the window behind him, his smile as brilliant as any of Nikolai's. The same. In so many ways they are the same.
Cardan proffers his hand, reaching out across the table, as if he were a young suitor asking a maiden to dance. ]
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Always more.
His free hand finds the knot of Nikolai's tie. He hooks his fingers into it, loosening the skin-warm silk to free the golden column of Nikolai's throat. Cardan's fingertips whisper against it, feather-light--
And then he straightens, pulling away, slightly flushed and a little breathless. He will stand -- silhouetted against the window behind him, his smile as brilliant as any of Nikolai's. The same. In so many ways they are the same.
Cardan proffers his hand, reaching out across the table, as if he were a young suitor asking a maiden to dance. ]
Come.