[ One of Cardan's black eyebrows twitches upward, piqued at the-- pet name? He doesn't know what it means, but the syllables fold themselves against Nikolai's tongue too naturally for it not to be something from home.
He doesn't particularly like being left out of the joke, however -- even if it's good-natured. (And who's to say that it must be? Part of him doesn't trust Nikolai; they are too similar.) His grin flashes against Nikolai's mouth, at the touch of those curious black-stained fingers on his ears, at the feel of his body, solid and warm, against Cardan's--
It's a move as smooth as if they were on the dance floor: Cardan moves them, spins both himself and Nikolai around until it's Nikolai's back pressed against the window. He seems like the kind of man who's friendly with his neighbours, Cardan imagines, which adds to the pique of leaning forward to claim his mouth. It's not a languid kiss; Cardan takes his mouth like a man starved, all nipping teeth and clashing tongues. Maybe it's punishment. Maybe it'll teach Nikolai better than to laugh at a Faerie king.
Cardan would bet that it will not. ]
That silver tongue will get you into trouble.
Tell me a lie, [ he murmurs, even as his hips grind down against Nikolai's with a sharp pulse of heat. There is no reason for it -- no purpose -- but he's curious to see how untruth tastes on Nikolai's tongue, whether it will be familiar. ]
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He doesn't particularly like being left out of the joke, however -- even if it's good-natured. (And who's to say that it must be? Part of him doesn't trust Nikolai; they are too similar.) His grin flashes against Nikolai's mouth, at the touch of those curious black-stained fingers on his ears, at the feel of his body, solid and warm, against Cardan's--
It's a move as smooth as if they were on the dance floor: Cardan moves them, spins both himself and Nikolai around until it's Nikolai's back pressed against the window. He seems like the kind of man who's friendly with his neighbours, Cardan imagines, which adds to the pique of leaning forward to claim his mouth. It's not a languid kiss; Cardan takes his mouth like a man starved, all nipping teeth and clashing tongues. Maybe it's punishment. Maybe it'll teach Nikolai better than to laugh at a Faerie king.
Cardan would bet that it will not. ]
That silver tongue will get you into trouble.
Tell me a lie, [ he murmurs, even as his hips grind down against Nikolai's with a sharp pulse of heat. There is no reason for it -- no purpose -- but he's curious to see how untruth tastes on Nikolai's tongue, whether it will be familiar. ]