[The intent look Liem is aiming at Set only grows more considering as he continues to hold his gaze; trying to discern Set’s intention, the shape behind his wanting. He still doesn’t understand the god as well as he’d like to, when it comes to certain things: the things Set tends to keep hidden, that he avoids by habit, even when they are alone. There are things about the god’s relationship with intimacy, he thinks, that he still doesn’t understand.
But for all that, he is no less intrigued. Liem shifts on the couch, his hands inching a little further up Set’s thighs as he leans over, bracing one knee between Set’s legs. Slowly; deliberately. His eyes remain upon Set’s face, seeking, and they look a little hungry.
Is this what Set desires? Does he want it when Liem’s fingertips skirt beneath the hem of his shendyt? When he leans closer, dipping near—to brush his mouth against that flushed brow?]
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But for all that, he is no less intrigued. Liem shifts on the couch, his hands inching a little further up Set’s thighs as he leans over, bracing one knee between Set’s legs. Slowly; deliberately. His eyes remain upon Set’s face, seeking, and they look a little hungry.
Is this what Set desires? Does he want it when Liem’s fingertips skirt beneath the hem of his shendyt? When he leans closer, dipping near—to brush his mouth against that flushed brow?]
I want you to tell me.