[ Nikolai's razor-sharp focus is oddly endearing. Cardan is wary of ambition -- it has brought rather a lot of death into his life -- but even he can see how the bright flame of Nikolai's charisma might shape it into something dangerously alluring, something that draws people to him like a magnetic pull. He's not immune to its bright radiance, himself -- even now, when Nikolai is titillatingly disheveled and pliant under his hands, Cardan feels it. ]
My nephew.
[ If Oak can be so convinced. But that's a problem for another time; currently he's preoccupied with the royal whose delightfully firm ass is pressed against the aching column of his cock. He ought to take it out, but not yet-- oh, not yet. ]
My kind doesn't breed as easily as yours.
[ An affectionate sort of sneer. It would be an outright insult, perhaps, if his hands weren't busy drawing over the solid muscle of Nikolai's thighs, posing him, spreading him just so for Cardan's delectation, and for the benefit of anyone who happens to be walking this quiet neighbourhood on this weekday afternoon. Cardan may not be ambitious, but this kind of power -- the control of a man as image-conscious as Nikolai -- is a heady, welcome thrill, one that makes his heart hammer in his chest and a flush creep over his own cool expression.
Only now does he touch Nikolai again, long fingers wrapping around his erection. The heat of it drives a hungry little shiver through Cardan. His mouth moves against Nikolai's ear. ]
What would your courtiers think of you now, I wonder?
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My nephew.
[ If Oak can be so convinced. But that's a problem for another time; currently he's preoccupied with the royal whose delightfully firm ass is pressed against the aching column of his cock. He ought to take it out, but not yet-- oh, not yet. ]
My kind doesn't breed as easily as yours.
[ An affectionate sort of sneer. It would be an outright insult, perhaps, if his hands weren't busy drawing over the solid muscle of Nikolai's thighs, posing him, spreading him just so for Cardan's delectation, and for the benefit of anyone who happens to be walking this quiet neighbourhood on this weekday afternoon. Cardan may not be ambitious, but this kind of power -- the control of a man as image-conscious as Nikolai -- is a heady, welcome thrill, one that makes his heart hammer in his chest and a flush creep over his own cool expression.
Only now does he touch Nikolai again, long fingers wrapping around his erection. The heat of it drives a hungry little shiver through Cardan. His mouth moves against Nikolai's ear. ]
What would your courtiers think of you now, I wonder?