How long had he feared this thing between them temporary? For moons, after caution gave way to care, even as it slipped into love, he had doubted. He would not, could not pour his heart into this, would not grasp Emet-Selch with the intention of holding him here when there was love for him, rest for him, elsewhere. Would not impose. Would not take up space.
But- Why? Why keep himself small? Why risk everything but his heart, when this is exactly where his heart belongs?
Emet-Selch's lips taste dizzyingly sensitive skin and Viktor drags his fingernails over his scalp, encouraging. Another kiss draws a bright sigh from his lips, louder than it might have been otherwise, breathed with a grin - the servants will have their gossip. Mayhap it will find their lord, even. Gratifying. Enboldening.
He will take up space. He will grasp, intending to hold. He will leave a mark on Emet-Selch's life. ]
You- you could do with a few more messes in your life, I th-think. Smaller ones. Simpler ones.
[ Viktor moves his hand to the dip at the base of his throat, then lower, pressing gently to ease him back. ] I should make you try and pull me in, f-frankly. [ But he doesn't. Slides off the edge of the tub, slow, so that the steaming water does not splash as it is displaced. Into Emet-Selch's space, straddling one of his legs. He shuts his eyes, welcoming the indulgence as his hand slips down, throat to chest, chest to- something unexpected.
The mark he's left on Emet-Selch's life.
Viktor opens his eyes and stares down at his fingertips, skirting the glossy edges of scarred skin. Though his lips part, his breath catches, and he thinks to pull away - as though touching the healed wound might hurt one or both of them - but he stops himself. He doesn't want to. ]
Hades. [ Soft, little more than a whisper, his ears twitch and then ease back. Where he expects guilt, shame, all the unwelcome feelings that come with remembering what had brought them to that point, he finds relief, curiosity, and a strange, gilded sort of fire coming to life in his chest. ] This- this is...
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How long had he feared this thing between them temporary? For moons, after caution gave way to care, even as it slipped into love, he had doubted. He would not, could not pour his heart into this, would not grasp Emet-Selch with the intention of holding him here when there was love for him, rest for him, elsewhere. Would not impose. Would not take up space.
But- Why? Why keep himself small? Why risk everything but his heart, when this is exactly where his heart belongs?
Emet-Selch's lips taste dizzyingly sensitive skin and Viktor drags his fingernails over his scalp, encouraging. Another kiss draws a bright sigh from his lips, louder than it might have been otherwise, breathed with a grin - the servants will have their gossip. Mayhap it will find their lord, even. Gratifying. Enboldening.
He will take up space. He will grasp, intending to hold. He will leave a mark on Emet-Selch's life. ]
You- you could do with a few more messes in your life, I th-think. Smaller ones. Simpler ones.
[ Viktor moves his hand to the dip at the base of his throat, then lower, pressing gently to ease him back. ] I should make you try and pull me in, f-frankly. [ But he doesn't. Slides off the edge of the tub, slow, so that the steaming water does not splash as it is displaced. Into Emet-Selch's space, straddling one of his legs. He shuts his eyes, welcoming the indulgence as his hand slips down, throat to chest, chest to- something unexpected.
The mark he's left on Emet-Selch's life.
Viktor opens his eyes and stares down at his fingertips, skirting the glossy edges of scarred skin. Though his lips part, his breath catches, and he thinks to pull away - as though touching the healed wound might hurt one or both of them - but he stops himself. He doesn't want to. ]
Hades. [ Soft, little more than a whisper, his ears twitch and then ease back. Where he expects guilt, shame, all the unwelcome feelings that come with remembering what had brought them to that point, he finds relief, curiosity, and a strange, gilded sort of fire coming to life in his chest. ] This- this is...