[ Cardan laughs. Clever, so clever, this man, even while he's bent over and bound, even while being fucked open by another man's fingers. His senses sing in anticipation of it, of him; the deeper he pushes into Nikolai's pliant, eager body, the more he can feel the blood in his own erection pulse with want.
No. Need. ]
He does.
[ Is he Nikolai's first? He wonders. The time on the settee seems so far away now. He had not thought much of it at the time, drunk and drugged with red powder that spun his head and made nothing but Nikolai's closeness matter. But now, against the backdrop of their current tryst, he wonders how much experience the King of Ravka truly had back then.
There is a kind of self-indulgent thrill in that, too. Being first--
no subject
No. Need. ]
He does.
[ Is he Nikolai's first? He wonders. The time on the settee seems so far away now. He had not thought much of it at the time, drunk and drugged with red powder that spun his head and made nothing but Nikolai's closeness matter. But now, against the backdrop of their current tryst, he wonders how much experience the King of Ravka truly had back then.
There is a kind of self-indulgent thrill in that, too. Being first--
The dog walker moves slowly past. ]
Too bad he won't know what he's missing.