[Like a ship giving itself over to the current, Nikolai sways into Cardan's lithe frame. One scarred hand comes to rest on a cool windowpane over Cardan's shoulder, the other on his chest. The restless whisper of that tail at the back of his thigh sends a shiver up his spine. The kiss poured into his mouth pulls a soft sigh from him.]
And maybe I have a taste for enigmatic sprites.
[His fingers curl in the fine material of Cardan's shirt, then smooth it over again. He brushes their lips together, just a caress.]
Come, little nichnytsia...
[A night spirit. The irony is lost on Cardan — if anyone is a night spirit, it's Nikolai, with shadows embedded in his heart and wrapped around his bones. For this private joke, his lips curl slyly as they lock with Cardan's again. As they kiss with the languid indulgence that a feast deserves, he pushes his hands through Cardan's hair, inky scars getting lost in inky locks. He traces the peaks of his ears, slipping around jewelry to feel their shape.]
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And maybe I have a taste for enigmatic sprites.
[His fingers curl in the fine material of Cardan's shirt, then smooth it over again. He brushes their lips together, just a caress.]
Come, little nichnytsia...
[A night spirit. The irony is lost on Cardan — if anyone is a night spirit, it's Nikolai, with shadows embedded in his heart and wrapped around his bones. For this private joke, his lips curl slyly as they lock with Cardan's again. As they kiss with the languid indulgence that a feast deserves, he pushes his hands through Cardan's hair, inky scars getting lost in inky locks. He traces the peaks of his ears, slipping around jewelry to feel their shape.]