I would return you to your quarters so fast your head would spin.
[ Just in case Viktor gets any ideas. Teacups placed on their saucers, Emet-Selch brings them over to the bath, settling both on the stone lip. There is wine he could quite easily fetch, but has no desire to partake now that they're here. He has no need for the low heat it kindles in his stomach, nor the way it sharpens his tongue.
For now, he contents himself with the fact that he can probably distract Viktor from fetching the teacakes and make do with the tea. For all that Emet-Selch'd hesitated to look at the other man, he finds his gaze drawn when Viktor lets loose his curls. There's an itch in his fingertips, aching to right the curls amongst the flowers and resisting because they'll just be mussed when they bathe.
His hands freed from their burden, Emet-Selch lasts all of a few moments of resisting while Viktor browses, and then he finds his fingers have found their way to the tiny thread toggles and buttons. His thumb hooks beneath the loop, nudging the toggle loose, baring an ilm of flesh Emet-Selch gives serious consideration to kissing. This, he manages to resist, barely. Instead, he plucks up the plate of cakes, moving it out of reach of one sitting in the bath and settles himself atop in its place, thinking himself clever for all of a heartbeat.
His index finger traces the v of flesh bared, toying at the other toggle. There are a dozen different ways to manipulate someone into doing whatever you wish. Bribery is the most boring of the options, followed shortly after by threats. The easiest solution often requires the least effort and feels the least satisfying when at its culmination. Manipulation is most satisfying to orchestrate and execute. This was, he thinks a little bitterly, perhaps no small amount of what Viktor meant when upset and the realization makes him want to nudge the plate further away, spitefully. The next words sound like they're dragged up from within, Emet-Selch's jaw tight. ]
I would prefer we left the teacakes until after the bath.
[ The second toggle loosened, released. The spill of his curls against the nape of his neck, another ilm of flesh, the knob of his spine revealed. Emet-Selch resists pressing a kiss then, too, feeling positively ridiculous, more frustrated over how attempting to do this the right way makes something irritatingly like discomfort pit in his stomach. There would be no satisfaction to be found at manipulating Viktor over teacakes, just a worse version of this already horrifically unpleasant feeling pooled in his stomach, threatening to rise to his ribs. ]
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[ Just in case Viktor gets any ideas. Teacups placed on their saucers, Emet-Selch brings them over to the bath, settling both on the stone lip. There is wine he could quite easily fetch, but has no desire to partake now that they're here. He has no need for the low heat it kindles in his stomach, nor the way it sharpens his tongue.
For now, he contents himself with the fact that he can probably distract Viktor from fetching the teacakes and make do with the tea. For all that Emet-Selch'd hesitated to look at the other man, he finds his gaze drawn when Viktor lets loose his curls. There's an itch in his fingertips, aching to right the curls amongst the flowers and resisting because they'll just be mussed when they bathe.
His hands freed from their burden, Emet-Selch lasts all of a few moments of resisting while Viktor browses, and then he finds his fingers have found their way to the tiny thread toggles and buttons. His thumb hooks beneath the loop, nudging the toggle loose, baring an ilm of flesh Emet-Selch gives serious consideration to kissing. This, he manages to resist, barely. Instead, he plucks up the plate of cakes, moving it out of reach of one sitting in the bath and settles himself atop in its place, thinking himself clever for all of a heartbeat.
His index finger traces the v of flesh bared, toying at the other toggle. There are a dozen different ways to manipulate someone into doing whatever you wish. Bribery is the most boring of the options, followed shortly after by threats. The easiest solution often requires the least effort and feels the least satisfying when at its culmination. Manipulation is most satisfying to orchestrate and execute. This was, he thinks a little bitterly, perhaps no small amount of what Viktor meant when upset and the realization makes him want to nudge the plate further away, spitefully. The next words sound like they're dragged up from within, Emet-Selch's jaw tight. ]
I would prefer we left the teacakes until after the bath.
[ The second toggle loosened, released. The spill of his curls against the nape of his neck, another ilm of flesh, the knob of his spine revealed. Emet-Selch resists pressing a kiss then, too, feeling positively ridiculous, more frustrated over how attempting to do this the right way makes something irritatingly like discomfort pit in his stomach. There would be no satisfaction to be found at manipulating Viktor over teacakes, just a worse version of this already horrifically unpleasant feeling pooled in his stomach, threatening to rise to his ribs. ]