Why should I ever have to choose? They're my chambers— my word is practically law to anyone that hears it. [How badly does he wish Fenris was here? Bad enough to order it— send a runner home and fetch the only thing he can't stop thinking of right now (can't stop picturing on loop as his eyes retrace each concupiscent word, saturated with their impress; a shiver up his spine, an ache along his hips pantomiming sensation that he wishes he was feeling, stretched to the limits of his senses if not his own damned body)— stayed by the fact that he's grown too close to ever bandy about orders when it comes to Danarius' former charge.
But he would, if circumstances were different. If he didn't have restraint, no matter how thin the percentiles.]
I should strip you bare and see how flexible you are, if we're going to be shameless in this. Let you ride what you can't get enough of while you try to prise me open for you, as if you'll know what to do with a full belly and strained arms and fingers that can only beckon for their supper.
[An eyelet snakes around his finger, tugging back.]
no subject
But he would, if circumstances were different. If he didn't have restraint, no matter how thin the percentiles.]
I should strip you bare and see how flexible you are, if we're going to be shameless in this. Let you ride what you can't get enough of while you try to prise me open for you, as if you'll know what to do with a full belly and strained arms and fingers that can only beckon for their supper.
[An eyelet snakes around his finger, tugging back.]
How naked are you right now?