[ His gaze is drawn toward his heat, straining the confines of his trousers, and he is ashamed to admit that the fact that he has done it, and the man reacts like this, is alluring. It spikes his own interest, and he leans forward, and into his personal space.
He feels shame, for enjoying this — because using his power to have such control over someone shouldn't be pleasurable, but it is. He enjoys the coy way the boy dips his head, even as he speaks blasphemous phrases. Well, he hardly knows what he says, to speak like that. Perhaps Heinrix will teach him, someday. ]
Gladly, yes.
[ He reached out with a hand to place it on his cheek, leaning in to press lips to his, it is gentle, and chaste to start. As if he is testing the waters. His lips are cold, not-quite as cold as ice, and he pressed his other hand to his thigh, a touch that seemed to be like a conduit, a place where everything seemed to flow, before he directed sensation as he chose. The warmth spreading to all his limbs, to his groin, to everything. Like he was on fire — not quite to the point of burning. ]
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He feels shame, for enjoying this — because using his power to have such control over someone shouldn't be pleasurable, but it is. He enjoys the coy way the boy dips his head, even as he speaks blasphemous phrases. Well, he hardly knows what he says, to speak like that. Perhaps Heinrix will teach him, someday. ]
Gladly, yes.
[ He reached out with a hand to place it on his cheek, leaning in to press lips to his, it is gentle, and chaste to start. As if he is testing the waters. His lips are cold, not-quite as cold as ice, and he pressed his other hand to his thigh, a touch that seemed to be like a conduit, a place where everything seemed to flow, before he directed sensation as he chose. The warmth spreading to all his limbs, to his groin, to everything. Like he was on fire — not quite to the point of burning. ]