[ After centuries of ignoring the irritating weight of want, he finds to indulge in it now feels as if all of it has gathered and settled upon his shoulders at once and he finds he is, as ever, ill-suited to manual labor. He can't magic his way out of this, though, and he doesn't want to. Much as he was grateful for the layer of distance manipulation of the shadows offered earlier, he finds the idea of it unthinkable now. To have a bounty before him and not partake is unimaginable.
Viktor's little interjection distracts him from the task of kissing him within an ilm of his life but before he can ask what, exactly, Viktor had so enjoyed that he had unintentionally done, Viktor slips out of his grasp with nothing but the fleeting pressure of the half-aborted rolls of his hips sparking heat in Emet-Selch's stomach. He hadn't held tight enough to make it a difficulty; Emet-Selch's hand flexes at the loss before he forcibly grips the stone seat instead of chasing him. ]
I am very well aware. A task to attend to in full when we've completed our duty. [ He has no intention of allowing Viktor's acknowledgment to go unanswered, unnoticed, but neither does he press the point despite the desire lingering. He has far better tasks to turn his attention to, namely, imagining having Viktor in any one of the places listed off. Imagination is always insufficient when compared to reality, though. Imagination does have the benefit of not getting dirt into uncomfortable places, and not dealing with feathers and bird waste, though. ] If you think I am letting you or I flounce about naked in one of the glorified bird cages -
[ He feels what's going to occur before he realizes it; the hum in the air, the way the aether shifts in anticipation of whatever magic Viktor intends to work. When the bath shifts beneath him it's not a surprise. His ability to manipulate aether may not be as refined as someone who's lived for thousands of years and studied officially, but the Emet-Selch can admit that doesn't matter. Not when the end result is still aether and being reshaped nearly effortlessly, water sluicing off him as he is abruptly raised a few ilms and - oh.
Later, he'll be a little mortified about how quickly he goes from do I find this arousing to oh, no, I find this terribly arousing; for now, he swallows back any embarrassment and intentionally, slowly, lounges once again. Tries to make a show of it, to put himself on display no matter how it makes his stomach twist with discomfort he has no patience for. Viktor arranges himself beneath Emet-Selch's leg, and for all that the position puts Emet-Selch arguably in the powerful position, all he can think is he is entirely at Viktor's mercy like this. His cock twitches, hands aching to busy themselves or cover himself and so he splits the difference, gently but intently carding a hand through Viktor's hair, cautious of the lilies, and then grips, spreading his thighs a little wider. If Viktor attempts to dive forward and set about his task, Emet-Selch's grip stops him, his head tilting, eyes lidded as he examines (admires) Viktor, too much Hades in his expression to be Solus properly even as he tries for the facade. ]
Before you do - you mentioned you loved something done. Elaborate.
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Viktor's little interjection distracts him from the task of kissing him within an ilm of his life but before he can ask what, exactly, Viktor had so enjoyed that he had unintentionally done, Viktor slips out of his grasp with nothing but the fleeting pressure of the half-aborted rolls of his hips sparking heat in Emet-Selch's stomach. He hadn't held tight enough to make it a difficulty; Emet-Selch's hand flexes at the loss before he forcibly grips the stone seat instead of chasing him. ]
I am very well aware. A task to attend to in full when we've completed our duty. [ He has no intention of allowing Viktor's acknowledgment to go unanswered, unnoticed, but neither does he press the point despite the desire lingering. He has far better tasks to turn his attention to, namely, imagining having Viktor in any one of the places listed off. Imagination is always insufficient when compared to reality, though. Imagination does have the benefit of not getting dirt into uncomfortable places, and not dealing with feathers and bird waste, though. ] If you think I am letting you or I flounce about naked in one of the glorified bird cages -
[ He feels what's going to occur before he realizes it; the hum in the air, the way the aether shifts in anticipation of whatever magic Viktor intends to work. When the bath shifts beneath him it's not a surprise. His ability to manipulate aether may not be as refined as someone who's lived for thousands of years and studied officially, but the Emet-Selch can admit that doesn't matter. Not when the end result is still aether and being reshaped nearly effortlessly, water sluicing off him as he is abruptly raised a few ilms and - oh.
Later, he'll be a little mortified about how quickly he goes from do I find this arousing to oh, no, I find this terribly arousing; for now, he swallows back any embarrassment and intentionally, slowly, lounges once again. Tries to make a show of it, to put himself on display no matter how it makes his stomach twist with discomfort he has no patience for. Viktor arranges himself beneath Emet-Selch's leg, and for all that the position puts Emet-Selch arguably in the powerful position, all he can think is he is entirely at Viktor's mercy like this. His cock twitches, hands aching to busy themselves or cover himself and so he splits the difference, gently but intently carding a hand through Viktor's hair, cautious of the lilies, and then grips, spreading his thighs a little wider. If Viktor attempts to dive forward and set about his task, Emet-Selch's grip stops him, his head tilting, eyes lidded as he examines (admires) Viktor, too much Hades in his expression to be Solus properly even as he tries for the facade. ]
Before you do - you mentioned you loved something done. Elaborate.