[ That roll of Nikolai's hips tears a sharp inhale from Cardan's throat. He can't help but notice that between the first time and now, Nikolai seems to have learned a whole lot more about provocation, purpose, and maybe also patience.
He is surprised by just how much he finds himself wanting to ruin it. Him. Having dealt with the shirt buttons, Cardan's hand draws up to his throat, his touch but a whisper on the column of it, directing Nikolai to bare it, to tip his head back against Cardan's shoulder. ]
I plan to abdicate.
[ The tie is an interesting mortal invention. He's grown quite fond of them here -- and Nikolai's catches his attention now. He steals it on impulse, pulling the silk off Nikolai's body with quick fingers.
The King of Ravka will have to forgive Cardan for letting go of his cock for a moment. It's only so he can put the tie to good use: clasping Nikolai's wrists so he can wind the silk around them. The knot is not particularly complex, and his wrists are in front of him, and he's not actually being bound to anything -- easy enough to slip out of, if he so chose.
But whether he can or not is not the point. ]
My wish is to spend the rest of my days writing poetry and fucking my wife.
[ There's just the hint of a growl in it, of that primal longing that he feels any time he thinks of this-- but it's directed Nikolai's way, now, and it's Nikolai who might feel it in the hot pulse of Cardan's erection against his body or the hard grasp of Cardan's hands on his hips, removing the layers of clothing to finally bare him. ]
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He is surprised by just how much he finds himself wanting to ruin it. Him. Having dealt with the shirt buttons, Cardan's hand draws up to his throat, his touch but a whisper on the column of it, directing Nikolai to bare it, to tip his head back against Cardan's shoulder. ]
I plan to abdicate.
[ The tie is an interesting mortal invention. He's grown quite fond of them here -- and Nikolai's catches his attention now. He steals it on impulse, pulling the silk off Nikolai's body with quick fingers.
The King of Ravka will have to forgive Cardan for letting go of his cock for a moment. It's only so he can put the tie to good use: clasping Nikolai's wrists so he can wind the silk around them. The knot is not particularly complex, and his wrists are in front of him, and he's not actually being bound to anything -- easy enough to slip out of, if he so chose.
But whether he can or not is not the point. ]
My wish is to spend the rest of my days writing poetry and fucking my wife.
[ There's just the hint of a growl in it, of that primal longing that he feels any time he thinks of this-- but it's directed Nikolai's way, now, and it's Nikolai who might feel it in the hot pulse of Cardan's erection against his body or the hard grasp of Cardan's hands on his hips, removing the layers of clothing to finally bare him. ]