[Much as he has peeled away the clothes puddled on the floor around him, Cardan also peels his patience away. His panting fogs up a small circle of the window as he concentrates on the willowy body shadowing him, the beat of the breath warming his ear, the skilled fingers coaxing him open. His groan strains into a whimper, against the last measure of his restraint. If his hands weren't bound — if he needn't brace himself against the window — he would start stroking himself in time to Cardan's fingers pushing inside him.]
Show me.
[Hadn't the Faerie king said the same once, on that distant afternoon? Show me, raw with electricity in his ear, underneath his skin. As the stranger outside walks by, Nikolai follows him with his eyes as if daring him to turn and notice.]
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Show me.
[Hadn't the Faerie king said the same once, on that distant afternoon? Show me, raw with electricity in his ear, underneath his skin. As the stranger outside walks by, Nikolai follows him with his eyes as if daring him to turn and notice.]
Fuck...