[ Briefly, he regrets. Foolish as it is, there is a part of him that thinks this cannot last and he is horrifically torn between two options: end it now before it has the potential to destroy both of them, or let it continue, and know that losing, failing, would shatter him as easily as another sundering.
But is that not the point of what they do? Savoring the small moments, the impossibility of being alive. They do not have time for indulgences, but they must make time. That lesson, at least, he has internalized. They spent so much time in Amaurot thinking they had forever, and then in the wake of everything Emet-Selch could only think about how much time they had wasted, taken for granted. He did not wish to make the same mistake here. ]
Surely you've more important tasks to attend to than watching me.
[ Said, as though the thought of being watched so intently does not act as supplemental kindling to the fire already built in his belly. Emet-Selch hides a smile against Viktor's palm at the noise he manages to wrest from the other man, inordinately pleased, and then tips his head back up in anticipation of the kiss he thinks is imminent only to find Viktor distracted with dropping kisses anywhere but. He cannot truly protest, not when he hadn't realized that his earlobes were so sensitive, a direct line from where Viktor's mouth lingers straight to his half-hard cock, stealing nothing so uncontrolled as a moan from him but there is a sharp, soft intake of breath, the flex of Emet-Selch's hands briefly against Viktor. ]
Oh, I think you've succeeded in that several times over.
[ If Viktor will not close the distance, Emet-Selch will, heedless of the fact it was not a command Viktor had made; he doesn't think Viktor would hold this want against him. Tilting his head, he chases Viktor until he can drop a kiss against his lips, missing the first time and tasting water, conditioner, very nearly snickering as he pulls back before the action can be anything other than a graze. ]
Rinse. There is a perfectly serviceable bed not three yalms away and I would greatly enjoy seeing you spread out upon its sheets.
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But is that not the point of what they do? Savoring the small moments, the impossibility of being alive. They do not have time for indulgences, but they must make time. That lesson, at least, he has internalized. They spent so much time in Amaurot thinking they had forever, and then in the wake of everything Emet-Selch could only think about how much time they had wasted, taken for granted. He did not wish to make the same mistake here. ]
Surely you've more important tasks to attend to than watching me.
[ Said, as though the thought of being watched so intently does not act as supplemental kindling to the fire already built in his belly. Emet-Selch hides a smile against Viktor's palm at the noise he manages to wrest from the other man, inordinately pleased, and then tips his head back up in anticipation of the kiss he thinks is imminent only to find Viktor distracted with dropping kisses anywhere but. He cannot truly protest, not when he hadn't realized that his earlobes were so sensitive, a direct line from where Viktor's mouth lingers straight to his half-hard cock, stealing nothing so uncontrolled as a moan from him but there is a sharp, soft intake of breath, the flex of Emet-Selch's hands briefly against Viktor. ]
Oh, I think you've succeeded in that several times over.
[ If Viktor will not close the distance, Emet-Selch will, heedless of the fact it was not a command Viktor had made; he doesn't think Viktor would hold this want against him. Tilting his head, he chases Viktor until he can drop a kiss against his lips, missing the first time and tasting water, conditioner, very nearly snickering as he pulls back before the action can be anything other than a graze. ]
Rinse. There is a perfectly serviceable bed not three yalms away and I would greatly enjoy seeing you spread out upon its sheets.