[ Grumbling, but toothless, his head tilting thoughtlessly into the warm press of Viktor's fingers against his scalp. Emet-Selch shifts to accommodate Viktor as he finally slips into the bathwater and feels instantly foolish for the mistake of not warning him, for not remembering how he had chosen to recreate his form. Hiding the mark felt disingenuous and foolish once he'd made the offer and he had not considered wanting as badly as he did, despite having a baseline to operate off of.
At least Viktor is not upset at the sight. He seems rather the opposite of upset, if Emet-Selch is any good at reading him, which he thinks at this point he should be proficient in and is much easier when one is naked in every sense of the word. ]
Do you take issue? [ He doesn't quite squirm under the pressure of Viktor's hand but it is a close thing. Would that Viktor could reach into his chest and grasp his heart; he sometimes thinks it would be easier to have a physical manifestation to look at, to parade about to other people. To himself, when he thinks too long and too hard about how much everything has changed and is left wondering if this is really the way forward.
He'd added the salts to make the water cloudier, which only upon Viktor's weight settling more fully on him does he realize was useless. Feeling so much bare skin pressed against his own is countless times more intimate than the simple act of seeing. Gently, to steady Viktor and because now that he has Viktor so close the idea of not touching him is unthinkable, Emet-Selch curves both hands over his hips, fingers rubbing idle circles against warm skin. ]
You're - [ he pauses, mulling over a dozen different options and finds all of them insufficient, settling for the one that will prevent the silence from being long, uncomfortable. declaration, quiet, certain, not a question: ] - lovely. So there is no doubt.
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[ Grumbling, but toothless, his head tilting thoughtlessly into the warm press of Viktor's fingers against his scalp. Emet-Selch shifts to accommodate Viktor as he finally slips into the bathwater and feels instantly foolish for the mistake of not warning him, for not remembering how he had chosen to recreate his form. Hiding the mark felt disingenuous and foolish once he'd made the offer and he had not considered wanting as badly as he did, despite having a baseline to operate off of.
At least Viktor is not upset at the sight. He seems rather the opposite of upset, if Emet-Selch is any good at reading him, which he thinks at this point he should be proficient in and is much easier when one is naked in every sense of the word. ]
Do you take issue? [ He doesn't quite squirm under the pressure of Viktor's hand but it is a close thing. Would that Viktor could reach into his chest and grasp his heart; he sometimes thinks it would be easier to have a physical manifestation to look at, to parade about to other people. To himself, when he thinks too long and too hard about how much everything has changed and is left wondering if this is really the way forward.
He'd added the salts to make the water cloudier, which only upon Viktor's weight settling more fully on him does he realize was useless. Feeling so much bare skin pressed against his own is countless times more intimate than the simple act of seeing. Gently, to steady Viktor and because now that he has Viktor so close the idea of not touching him is unthinkable, Emet-Selch curves both hands over his hips, fingers rubbing idle circles against warm skin. ]
You're - [ he pauses, mulling over a dozen different options and finds all of them insufficient, settling for the one that will prevent the silence from being long, uncomfortable. declaration, quiet, certain, not a question: ] - lovely. So there is no doubt.