[Liem doesn’t expect the abrupt transition Set makes to speaking of himself—his struggles, and his desires. He’s not displeased; he had been earnest in his request to know the god’s mind. He just hadn’t known there was something already weighing on it, right at that moment.
How deep must the animosity between Set and Isis run, for her to have cursed him—cursed them both—in such a way? Every time the god speaks of her, Liem cannot decide whether it is with hate or painful, lonely wistfulness. Perhaps it is both.
But his eyes and his attention both follow the trail Set makes of their hands, down his body to the bare flesh of his thighs. When he looks back up at the god’s face, the flush darkening his complexion makes Liem’s expression grow more intent, and a warm, persuasive desire slides through him in response. He wants to get his mouth all over that blush, and only the gravity of their discussion prevents his train of thought from being entirely derailed. Somehow, for all his fussiness, the more debauched one sometimes ends up being Liem.
And although he is being good, his fingers still splay over Set’s overwarm skin, thumbs sliding down to stroke the softer flesh of his inner thighs.]
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How deep must the animosity between Set and Isis run, for her to have cursed him—cursed them both—in such a way? Every time the god speaks of her, Liem cannot decide whether it is with hate or painful, lonely wistfulness. Perhaps it is both.
But his eyes and his attention both follow the trail Set makes of their hands, down his body to the bare flesh of his thighs. When he looks back up at the god’s face, the flush darkening his complexion makes Liem’s expression grow more intent, and a warm, persuasive desire slides through him in response. He wants to get his mouth all over that blush, and only the gravity of their discussion prevents his train of thought from being entirely derailed. Somehow, for all his fussiness, the more debauched one sometimes ends up being Liem.
And although he is being good, his fingers still splay over Set’s overwarm skin, thumbs sliding down to stroke the softer flesh of his inner thighs.]
What is it that you want, Set?