[Cardan’s smug self-assurance always manages to spark such helpless eagerness in Liem. He loves the way his husband leans indulgently into his touch, and the hungry way he looks at him, like something delectable he’s about to enjoy. It makes his blood heat and thrill inside him, and drowns his thoughts beneath the want to wrap himself in Cardan’s embrace and invite all his most intemperate desires.
Tonight would seem an ideal occasion to indulge this want—but he has a duty to his husband that he must fulfill, and he cannot afford to forget it. After all, tonight belongs to Cardan just as much as it does to him.]
You always want everything, [Liem reminds him easily—and because Cardan has so obligingly bared it, he strokes cool fingertips up the exposed curve of his throat, indulging in the simple pleasure of touch after hours of keeping his hands to himself. Indulging Cardan’s seemingly ever-present desire to have Liem’s hands on him, too.]
Your wish is my command, husband. If you have demands, you know you need only speak them.
[ He shivers readily into the touch, his eyes sliding shut. Liem has a talent for making him feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful -- just like he has a talent for making Cardan believe his promises, despite that he is bound by naught but his own honour.
Unfortunately for Liem, he has wed a trusting yet flagrant opportunist. Cardan's eyes snap open again; the smile he levies Liem's way is sharply predatory. ]
You are right. I want everything, all the time. But especially to make your life difficult tonight.
[ His hands move over Liem's body -- to his hips, over his thighs and back up to slip under his jacket, to drag his hungry touch up over Liem's clothed chest. There is a comfortable sort of arrogance in the way his fingers close over Liem's chin. ]
We have some time in the carriage, still. Tease yourself a little, husband, would you? I so love seeing you desperate.
[ He pauses, surveying Liem for just a moment, his eyes alight with affectionate malice. ]
[Regardless of the predatory look on Cardan’s face, Liem cannot help but relax into his wandering hands, his eyes sinking shut for a moment as warm fingers close about his chin. In his husband’s hands, he feels just like a piece of some lovingly maintained clockwork, moving and being moved in service to a single delightful purpose. When his gaze meets Cardan’s again, a familiar, placid calm has settled behind it.
Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away from Cardan so he can dance his fingers up the front of his own body, from the fastenings of his trousers to the buttons marching up his waistcoat. Their touch is light, indecisive.]
Desperate sounds rather ambitious.
[If Cardan was touching him? Simplicity itself. But being watched holds no particular allure to Liem. He doubts that Cardan will get the results he wants if Liem just spends a while playing with himself, no matter how earnest his efforts.
Still, he won’t deny him. After a moment’s hesitation, he thumbs open the buttons at his fly and slips his fingers inside.]
I hope, Cardan, that you won’t let me become bored.
[ He watches Liem’s indecision with some surprise. His husband’s tone does not strike him as particularly saucy; yet what other reason would Liem have for suggesting boredom? For a moment, Cardan will only observe him, attentive — will watch the noncommittal way his fingers slide inside his trousers.
….Well, if Liem did want to provoke him, he is on the right track; Cardan will do many things to avoid boredom, and more still to avoid subjecting Liem to the same. Perched on his lap is the last place his husband ought to ever be bored. How could he ever live such a fuckup down?
And so: he smiles, and drags two long fingers down, over Liem’s throat, the knot of his tie, the row of buttons below it. ]
Perhaps you’d like to use my hands instead, husband?
[At the heavy slide of Cardan’s fingers down the length of his body, Liem pauses, his eyes sharpened with sudden interest. Yes: Yes, he does want the use of his lover’s warm, elegant hands. He always wants Cardan’s hands on him, was already far more interested in their possessive touch than in whatever his own hands were tasked with doing.
He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]
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Tonight would seem an ideal occasion to indulge this want—but he has a duty to his husband that he must fulfill, and he cannot afford to forget it. After all, tonight belongs to Cardan just as much as it does to him.]
You always want everything, [Liem reminds him easily—and because Cardan has so obligingly bared it, he strokes cool fingertips up the exposed curve of his throat, indulging in the simple pleasure of touch after hours of keeping his hands to himself. Indulging Cardan’s seemingly ever-present desire to have Liem’s hands on him, too.]
Your wish is my command, husband. If you have demands, you know you need only speak them.
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Unfortunately for Liem, he has wed a trusting yet flagrant opportunist. Cardan's eyes snap open again; the smile he levies Liem's way is sharply predatory. ]
You are right. I want everything, all the time. But especially to make your life difficult tonight.
[ His hands move over Liem's body -- to his hips, over his thighs and back up to slip under his jacket, to drag his hungry touch up over Liem's clothed chest. There is a comfortable sort of arrogance in the way his fingers close over Liem's chin. ]
We have some time in the carriage, still. Tease yourself a little, husband, would you? I so love seeing you desperate.
[ He pauses, surveying Liem for just a moment, his eyes alight with affectionate malice. ]
...or is it more specific instruction you crave?
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Reluctantly, he pulls his hands away from Cardan so he can dance his fingers up the front of his own body, from the fastenings of his trousers to the buttons marching up his waistcoat. Their touch is light, indecisive.]
Desperate sounds rather ambitious.
[If Cardan was touching him? Simplicity itself. But being watched holds no particular allure to Liem. He doubts that Cardan will get the results he wants if Liem just spends a while playing with himself, no matter how earnest his efforts.
Still, he won’t deny him. After a moment’s hesitation, he thumbs open the buttons at his fly and slips his fingers inside.]
I hope, Cardan, that you won’t let me become bored.
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[ He watches Liem’s indecision with some surprise. His husband’s tone does not strike him as particularly saucy; yet what other reason would Liem have for suggesting boredom? For a moment, Cardan will only observe him, attentive — will watch the noncommittal way his fingers slide inside his trousers.
….Well, if Liem did want to provoke him, he is on the right track; Cardan will do many things to avoid boredom, and more still to avoid subjecting Liem to the same. Perched on his lap is the last place his husband ought to ever be bored. How could he ever live such a fuckup down?
And so: he smiles, and drags two long fingers down, over Liem’s throat, the knot of his tie, the row of buttons below it. ]
Perhaps you’d like to use my hands instead, husband?
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He observes quietly,] You know I would.
[It is no secret how Liem feels about his husband’s touch.
He steals the offered hand with unhurried deliberateness, almost coy as he guides it down to palm his dick, watching Cardan all the while. This time, the familiar heat of his touch lights sparks beneath his skin, and the languid friction grips his lungs with waiting eagerness, making his intent gaze become distracted with pleasure. As ever, Cardan demands his attention with almost no effort at all, even when his touch is Liem’s to direct.
Because it is still Cardan’s hands on him, and Cardan’s lap in which he’s nestled, and Cardan’s predatory regard watching his every move—and he cannot weather the tease of that heated touch, pliant and cooperative for only this brief moment, without imagining where Cardan’s hunger will lead him next.
And because he remains greedy for Cardan’s warmth as well as his hunger, Liem captures his other hand too, tucking his face against the palm and letting the soft, shallow breaths of his want break against it.]