Will you not afford me the time to explore, or is Azem the only one allowed such indulgences?
[ Murmured, amused against a spray of freckles on his shoulder as Viktor gives instructions.
Emet-Selch is as avid of a student as he was back weeks ago when Viktor gave him instruction the first time. He grazes a kiss against Viktor's throat as he laughs, lingering, savoring the way he can feel it resonate through Viktor's body pressed as close as they are. The chill of the room has mostly ceased, though he slowly lifts a hand from the curve of Viktor to snap into place another log for the fireplace to consume. Sparks spit across the stone floor as the log settles.
Once again, Viktor's hand settles upon the scar he had carved, that Emet-Selch had brought forth once again to this body, touching it like a worrystone. He makes note of where Viktor prefers attention but keeps to his slow, methodical exploration, grazing kisses against both nipples, pressing teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, nosing into the corner of Viktor's elbow to lay a kiss against the soft, thin skin there, trailing down to his hands once again, unable to stop himself from lavishing attention upon each finger while Viktor speaks.
Later, he thinks. They will have a later. They are building a path to a later that they will grasp with both hands. ]
You do make me ravenous. [ Murmured aginst the spot Viktor had pointed out earlier, lips pressed against the thunder of his pulse, adding another bruise to Viktor's small collection of them for the spoiled lordling to see tomorrow. The staff will note the shared room if they both come out of this one tomorrow, and the thought brings as much brutal satisfaction as other plots, but with far less stakes. Petty, but he does not particularly care when Viktor's settled upon him like this. ] We've no desk to upset, but I can fulfill at least a portion of that request. Though I fear you would need to relocate to a more suitable position.
[ Their positions reversed partially - Viktor upon the bed, Emet-Selch kneeling - has no small amount of appeal, but for a moment, hands tracing Viktor's muscled thighs, Emet-Selch thinks about lying upon the bed, Viktor's knees on either side of his ears, and the ability to eat, to savor, until Viktor has had his fill and his stomach twists with want so violent he shudders out a breath, fingers pressing tight into Viktor's thigh while he masters himself. ]
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[ Murmured, amused against a spray of freckles on his shoulder as Viktor gives instructions.
Emet-Selch is as avid of a student as he was back weeks ago when Viktor gave him instruction the first time. He grazes a kiss against Viktor's throat as he laughs, lingering, savoring the way he can feel it resonate through Viktor's body pressed as close as they are. The chill of the room has mostly ceased, though he slowly lifts a hand from the curve of Viktor to snap into place another log for the fireplace to consume. Sparks spit across the stone floor as the log settles.
Once again, Viktor's hand settles upon the scar he had carved, that Emet-Selch had brought forth once again to this body, touching it like a worrystone. He makes note of where Viktor prefers attention but keeps to his slow, methodical exploration, grazing kisses against both nipples, pressing teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, nosing into the corner of Viktor's elbow to lay a kiss against the soft, thin skin there, trailing down to his hands once again, unable to stop himself from lavishing attention upon each finger while Viktor speaks.
Later, he thinks. They will have a later. They are building a path to a later that they will grasp with both hands. ]
You do make me ravenous. [ Murmured aginst the spot Viktor had pointed out earlier, lips pressed against the thunder of his pulse, adding another bruise to Viktor's small collection of them for the spoiled lordling to see tomorrow. The staff will note the shared room if they both come out of this one tomorrow, and the thought brings as much brutal satisfaction as other plots, but with far less stakes. Petty, but he does not particularly care when Viktor's settled upon him like this. ] We've no desk to upset, but I can fulfill at least a portion of that request. Though I fear you would need to relocate to a more suitable position.
[ Their positions reversed partially - Viktor upon the bed, Emet-Selch kneeling - has no small amount of appeal, but for a moment, hands tracing Viktor's muscled thighs, Emet-Selch thinks about lying upon the bed, Viktor's knees on either side of his ears, and the ability to eat, to savor, until Viktor has had his fill and his stomach twists with want so violent he shudders out a breath, fingers pressing tight into Viktor's thigh while he masters himself. ]