[ He could grant him that little bliss — touch his cock, palm on the underside, make him squirm enough to seek more and come regardless of how little Zephir let him have.
Zephir licks August's lips after he's done talking, leaves them wet with the black remains of Death's divine fluid. He's a creature of contradiction, though. His words don't quite match his tone; his actions don't quite match the intent. Moments where he's at his clearest are when the other party has no choice but to look at what they're being shown.
Zephir steps aside, gracing him with something a little kinder in his expression. August can peel himself away from the tree and see how far he makes it this time. ]
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Zephir licks August's lips after he's done talking, leaves them wet with the black remains of Death's divine fluid. He's a creature of contradiction, though. His words don't quite match his tone; his actions don't quite match the intent. Moments where he's at his clearest are when the other party has no choice but to look at what they're being shown.
Zephir steps aside, gracing him with something a little kinder in his expression. August can peel himself away from the tree and see how far he makes it this time. ]
So get over there.