[Liem wonders what kind of distraction Set had been seeking when he had first slithered noiselessly into his bed; if it was the same as the distraction he seems increasingly to be seeking now, as he comes gradually closer to caging Liem against the sheets. He is very aware of his own state of undress as Set’s body slides deliberately against his, heat and tension alike pouring from his skin. Equally aware of the pulse thumping feverishly beneath it, and of the taste of him when he finds Liem’s mouth with his own.]
You are, of course.
[He is leaning back on one hand now, but his other snakes up to find the fall of Set’s hair, to card through it as he presses a cool kiss against the corner of his mouth — gentle, but inquisitive. As distractions go, Liem has been a poor one thus far. But if Set wishes for a way to burn off his restless energy while he considers how best to move forward, this is something Liem can certainly accommodate. Though the god may currently be ignorant of this fact, he is well used to sleepless nights.]
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You are, of course.
[He is leaning back on one hand now, but his other snakes up to find the fall of Set’s hair, to card through it as he presses a cool kiss against the corner of his mouth — gentle, but inquisitive. As distractions go, Liem has been a poor one thus far. But if Set wishes for a way to burn off his restless energy while he considers how best to move forward, this is something Liem can certainly accommodate. Though the god may currently be ignorant of this fact, he is well used to sleepless nights.]
But you do not need to leave.