[ He files the knowledge away like a little jewel: she would not be displeased. Perhaps it says something about him, the way the thought curls in warm little tendrils through him, leaving shivery excitement in its wake. Just like Nikolai's hot lips on his neck, just like the lies that fall from his pretty mouth.
Cardan likes Nikolai's voice. It's so much like the rest of him: clever and warm and smooth; he can feel it rumbling in Nikolai's chest when he speaks, close as they are.
Cardan bites him -- sharp teeth nipping at that lush lower lip. Nikolai's reward for being so obedient, along with the heavy, deliberate grind of Cardan's thigh between his legs. Even that doesn't last, though, because Cardan has plans, and he's not done maneuvering Nikolai yet. All he was waiting for was his initial reaction-- to being at the window, to being exposed. ]
Ambition, [ Cardan breathes, something gleefully menacing dancing in his eyes, ] looks good on you.
Too good to hide away.
[ And then the pressure of his body is gone. And then his hands are on Nikolai's waist, turning him, firmly, to face the window, even as Cardan's taller frame covers his again.
His hand slithers down the front of Nikolai's firm stomach to direct clever fingers to his belt. The fingers of Cardan's free hand sneak into the openings between Nikolai's shirt buttons to find a nipple. Cardan's voice is at his ear: ]
Tell me about it. What you plan on doing with your throne.
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Cardan likes Nikolai's voice. It's so much like the rest of him: clever and warm and smooth; he can feel it rumbling in Nikolai's chest when he speaks, close as they are.
Cardan bites him -- sharp teeth nipping at that lush lower lip. Nikolai's reward for being so obedient, along with the heavy, deliberate grind of Cardan's thigh between his legs. Even that doesn't last, though, because Cardan has plans, and he's not done maneuvering Nikolai yet. All he was waiting for was his initial reaction-- to being at the window, to being exposed. ]
Ambition, [ Cardan breathes, something gleefully menacing dancing in his eyes, ] looks good on you.
Too good to hide away.
[ And then the pressure of his body is gone. And then his hands are on Nikolai's waist, turning him, firmly, to face the window, even as Cardan's taller frame covers his again.
His hand slithers down the front of Nikolai's firm stomach to direct clever fingers to his belt. The fingers of Cardan's free hand sneak into the openings between Nikolai's shirt buttons to find a nipple. Cardan's voice is at his ear: ]
Tell me about it. What you plan on doing with your throne.