[And for once, Nikolai answers the question directly:]
Yes...
[A word so shapeless that its meaning is carried more by the breathless rush of it rather than the specific syllable. Yes, he's sure of it the second Cardan asks, breath dripping like hot wax against his neck, fingertips kissing the velvet head of his cock, manna thrumming within them both at a feverish pitch. He can feel Cardan's desire tugging at the other end of that tether forged by synchrony.
His ever volatile curiosity ignites. He wants to know how that friction feels striking deep inside, how it feels to be filled with another man's cock. Suddenly, his body aches for that fullness. His hips roll back, goading the Faerie king. The amethyst embedded at the base of his spine winks playfully in the sunlight that streams through the window.]
Fuck me, Cardan.
[Somehow, even in this moment of breathless anticipation, he manages to make it sound like both a command and a supplication.]
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Yes...
[A word so shapeless that its meaning is carried more by the breathless rush of it rather than the specific syllable. Yes, he's sure of it the second Cardan asks, breath dripping like hot wax against his neck, fingertips kissing the velvet head of his cock, manna thrumming within them both at a feverish pitch. He can feel Cardan's desire tugging at the other end of that tether forged by synchrony.
His ever volatile curiosity ignites. He wants to know how that friction feels striking deep inside, how it feels to be filled with another man's cock. Suddenly, his body aches for that fullness. His hips roll back, goading the Faerie king. The amethyst embedded at the base of his spine winks playfully in the sunlight that streams through the window.]
Fuck me, Cardan.
[Somehow, even in this moment of breathless anticipation, he manages to make it sound like both a command and a supplication.]