[ Despite the colorful choice of word, Viktor's voice is too soft, too fond by half, hewing far closer to something more like I love you, that last sharp T clipped in his haste to catch Hades's mouth with his own. One firm, insistent kiss, the weight of his body thrown into it, until Emet-Selch is flattened back against the bed.
He draws away, less than an ilm. Purrs, between light brushes of lips against Hades's mouth and jaw, ]
Mine. To command or coddle as I see fit.
[ Viktor shifts, sitting straight and drawing one knee up to press against Hades's chest, pinning him in place. Predator quiet, Viktor studies him, memorizes the way his hair falls around his face, the set of his shoulders pressed into blankets, the look on his face from above. Coddling and commands, restraint and unbridled want - talk of those things can be saved for later, when the flame kindled low in Viktor's belly doesn't make any words at all half impossible to get out.
Once he's satisfied that he's committed the sight of Hades conquered beneath him to memory, Viktor slips his pinning leg ilms forward, over his shoulder - all the grace of an acrobat. ]
Now-
[ After softly exhaled breath, unsuccessfully trying to slow the rabbit pace of his heart, Viktor climbs forward, one palm flattening on Emet-Selch's stomach at he moves, dragging fingernails up to his chest, until he is settled, knees grazing ears, his other hand threading into long platinum hair. ]
You are going to p-put that lovely mouth of yours to work on something other than sass.
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[ Despite the colorful choice of word, Viktor's voice is too soft, too fond by half, hewing far closer to something more like I love you, that last sharp T clipped in his haste to catch Hades's mouth with his own. One firm, insistent kiss, the weight of his body thrown into it, until Emet-Selch is flattened back against the bed.
He draws away, less than an ilm. Purrs, between light brushes of lips against Hades's mouth and jaw, ]
Mine. To command or coddle as I see fit.
[ Viktor shifts, sitting straight and drawing one knee up to press against Hades's chest, pinning him in place. Predator quiet, Viktor studies him, memorizes the way his hair falls around his face, the set of his shoulders pressed into blankets, the look on his face from above. Coddling and commands, restraint and unbridled want - talk of those things can be saved for later, when the flame kindled low in Viktor's belly doesn't make any words at all half impossible to get out.
Once he's satisfied that he's committed the sight of Hades conquered beneath him to memory, Viktor slips his pinning leg ilms forward, over his shoulder - all the grace of an acrobat. ]
Now-
[ After softly exhaled breath, unsuccessfully trying to slow the rabbit pace of his heart, Viktor climbs forward, one palm flattening on Emet-Selch's stomach at he moves, dragging fingernails up to his chest, until he is settled, knees grazing ears, his other hand threading into long platinum hair. ]
You are going to p-put that lovely mouth of yours to work on something other than sass.