[ For all the eagerness that still lives under his skin, he has to admit that this is inordinately peaceful: lying here in the familiar quiet of their bedroom, his legs tangled with Liem's as his husband nuzzles into his hand like an affectionate cat. He can't help but grin at him, toothy with pleasure.
Both his glee and Liem's question distract him enough that the downward transit of Liem's hand doesn't register. Maybe that's why the touch at the base of his tail surprises him into a shiver. Most of his previous lovers would not have been so brazen -- but then, Liem has never been even a little bit afraid of him. He cannot bite back the urge to squirm a little at the sparks that fly up his spine.
...but he was answering. He opens his eyes to look at his husband, centering himself again on his familiar, comfortably possessive thoughts. ]
There is jewellery for that sort of thing, I suppose. Or magic.
[ His predatory leer suggests he's not entirely serious. ]
I could enchant my claim in flaming script above your head.
[Liem is delighted by the shiver that his languid caress inspires in his husband—even more so than by the discovery that Cardan’s tail is somehow even softer than it looks. He feels like he’s discovered a pair of wonderful little secrets, just by dint of being relaxed enough not to skirt around them. Perhaps he ought to indulge his curiosity more often, at least where his husband is concerned.
He makes no move to withdraw his fingers from their affectionate exploration down Cardan’s spine.]
Oh?
[Liem’s regard of his spouse takes on a skeptical air as he lifts a brow at him. He has seen Cardan use magic so infrequently, it had not occurred to him that this was a use he could find for it. Faerie magic can often seem quite subtle, but flaming script above his head would be anything but.
The matter of jewellery is actually intriguing, but something in him prevents Liem from expressing this thought aloud. He can sense immediately that he’ll want to sit on it more before concluding how he’d like to treat the idea.]
And label me like a table setting? “Reserved for Prince Cardan’s personal use.”
[ It is distracting, actually, now that he's cognizant of it: Liem's leisurely caress makes his skin tingle with hyper-awareness. The fluffy tip of his tail trembles with it, involuntarily. Cardan's eyes on Liem's face are half-lidded, even as he works to keep his expression steady.
It helps, at least, that Liem's suggestion makes his leer deepen. He cants close, brushing his smiling mouth over Liem's cheek, more breath than kiss. ]
You make it sound so tempting.
[ Two can play this game; his own hand traces down the elegant line of Liem's back, splaying over the curve of his ass, suggestive. ]
Are you not?
[ His to use, to toy with, to torment. He would have to be blind and stupid not to have noticed that -- as accommodating as his husband is -- he seems particularly lured by Cardan's more selfish fancies. He doesn't really understand it, but perhaps he doesn't need to; it certainly hasn't stopped him from engaging in the behaviour. ]
[Liem’s only immediate response to Cardan’s smug query is a pleased hum as Cardan’s breath tickles his cheek and his hand splays over his ass. His husband’s leer rouses a wanting little flutter in his belly, heedless of the languor that should rightly have settled over him after their recent couplings. Because Cardan is correct: he is hungry to be possessed by him, and ever eager to let his husband treat him as a favourite toy with which no one else is allowed to play. Nothing excites Liem quite like Cardan’s utter greed for him. Perhaps that makes him a pervert, or just a hopeless fool.
But in that case he is doubly the fool, considering the surge of helpless affection that flutters alongside his want. It makes even less sense that his husband’s entitlement should inspire such tenderness in him, but then, Liem’s good sense had clearly deserted him well before they made it back to their bedroom.]
I didn’t say that, [he murmurs, and tips his face to catch that smirking mouth in a true kiss, slow and indulgent. Warm in the only way that he can be, as he insinuates himself more snugly against his husband’s body, hands stroking tenderly over heated skin.
He is Cardan’s; in almost every way that matters, he belongs to him. Heart and body, whether he is plotting Faerie schemes or in his husband’s arms. Whether Cardan claims him with words or with magic or not at all.]
[ He had known -- even before he'd burst into Liem's office, half-feral with longing -- that they would end up like this: entwined in each other, not so much starting and finishing as ebbing and flowing. It's just that he has so much affection to catch up on, after so much time away. It's just that he can never stop wanting Liem, not even when it's unwise.
And he cannot think of a single reason why it would be unwise now.
He doesn't bother bating his hunger when Liem moves closer to kiss him. They have most of the night and the entire day following; perhaps this would have made him complacent in another circumstance. Now, it feels like both a luxury and a resource he ought to manage carefully, to wring the most out of, before the storm of work problems and party invitations and various attempts on his life and dignity catches up to them again.
But tonight, Liem is his: to have, to want, to reclaim, and he is determined to prove himself equal to the task. ]
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Both his glee and Liem's question distract him enough that the downward transit of Liem's hand doesn't register. Maybe that's why the touch at the base of his tail surprises him into a shiver. Most of his previous lovers would not have been so brazen -- but then, Liem has never been even a little bit afraid of him. He cannot bite back the urge to squirm a little at the sparks that fly up his spine.
...but he was answering. He opens his eyes to look at his husband, centering himself again on his familiar, comfortably possessive thoughts. ]
There is jewellery for that sort of thing, I suppose. Or magic.
[ His predatory leer suggests he's not entirely serious. ]
I could enchant my claim in flaming script above your head.
[ Probably. For at least an hour or two. ]
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He makes no move to withdraw his fingers from their affectionate exploration down Cardan’s spine.]
Oh?
[Liem’s regard of his spouse takes on a skeptical air as he lifts a brow at him. He has seen Cardan use magic so infrequently, it had not occurred to him that this was a use he could find for it. Faerie magic can often seem quite subtle, but flaming script above his head would be anything but.
The matter of jewellery is actually intriguing, but something in him prevents Liem from expressing this thought aloud. He can sense immediately that he’ll want to sit on it more before concluding how he’d like to treat the idea.]
And label me like a table setting? “Reserved for Prince Cardan’s personal use.”
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It helps, at least, that Liem's suggestion makes his leer deepen. He cants close, brushing his smiling mouth over Liem's cheek, more breath than kiss. ]
You make it sound so tempting.
[ Two can play this game; his own hand traces down the elegant line of Liem's back, splaying over the curve of his ass, suggestive. ]
Are you not?
[ His to use, to toy with, to torment. He would have to be blind and stupid not to have noticed that -- as accommodating as his husband is -- he seems particularly lured by Cardan's more selfish fancies. He doesn't really understand it, but perhaps he doesn't need to; it certainly hasn't stopped him from engaging in the behaviour. ]
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But in that case he is doubly the fool, considering the surge of helpless affection that flutters alongside his want. It makes even less sense that his husband’s entitlement should inspire such tenderness in him, but then, Liem’s good sense had clearly deserted him well before they made it back to their bedroom.]
I didn’t say that, [he murmurs, and tips his face to catch that smirking mouth in a true kiss, slow and indulgent. Warm in the only way that he can be, as he insinuates himself more snugly against his husband’s body, hands stroking tenderly over heated skin.
He is Cardan’s; in almost every way that matters, he belongs to him. Heart and body, whether he is plotting Faerie schemes or in his husband’s arms. Whether Cardan claims him with words or with magic or not at all.]
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And he cannot think of a single reason why it would be unwise now.
He doesn't bother bating his hunger when Liem moves closer to kiss him. They have most of the night and the entire day following; perhaps this would have made him complacent in another circumstance. Now, it feels like both a luxury and a resource he ought to manage carefully, to wring the most out of, before the storm of work problems and party invitations and various attempts on his life and dignity catches up to them again.
But tonight, Liem is his: to have, to want, to reclaim, and he is determined to prove himself equal to the task. ]