[ A soft 'hm', a tip of his head. He looks down at him, thin fingers drag along his shoulders. No, loyal dog he isn't, but he doesn't mind that. Would it be any more interesting than if he were to lay down and simply allow it to happen?
He lifted a finger, to brush at the fringe at his forehead, drawing down to catch against the scar on his face, his nail scraping along the length of it. He stares down at him with his own half-unblinking gaze, a pinprick of light that never seems to waver; a sharp little expression β a hint of teeth and a sharp, knowing little smile came to life. ]
Maybe it is... after all... [ He nudges to plant a knee between his legs, just at the edge of the bed. ]
I could lead you astray.
[ Weren't they both already? Astray. Somewhere in between?
He wants to push him down fully, but he waits, taking the opportunity to watch his lips against the line of him, a sharp little shuddering breath gives it away, that he wants him, just like this, to sink his teeth into, and hold him down. Keep him here, where he can keep their secret behind locked doors, keep him behind those doors. Satisfaction settled onto his face, feeling the raised skin of his scar, and scraping his nail against it. ]
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He lifted a finger, to brush at the fringe at his forehead, drawing down to catch against the scar on his face, his nail scraping along the length of it. He stares down at him with his own half-unblinking gaze, a pinprick of light that never seems to waver; a sharp little expression β a hint of teeth and a sharp, knowing little smile came to life. ]
Maybe it is... after all... [ He nudges to plant a knee between his legs, just at the edge of the bed. ]
I could lead you astray.
[ Weren't they both already? Astray. Somewhere in between?
He wants to push him down fully, but he waits, taking the opportunity to watch his lips against the line of him, a sharp little shuddering breath gives it away, that he wants him, just like this, to sink his teeth into, and hold him down. Keep him here, where he can keep their secret behind locked doors, keep him behind those doors. Satisfaction settled onto his face, feeling the raised skin of his scar, and scraping his nail against it. ]