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âConsent is a beautiful thing and I must thank you for making a practice of acquiring it. Vulnerability can also be a very beautiful thing, in my opinion at least. Seeing the look of uncertainty in their eyes, only to watch as that vulnerable moment turns to something more when you can show them more of yourself. Call me very old fashion but there is something beautiful in trust.â He laughed at himself as a blush formed on his cheeks, however he let himself move even closer to the vampire. Not that his guard was completely down but it was lowered. âAs for me, I am quite comfortable in my nudity. I simply enjoy clothing, or perhaps it is the promise of what clothes provide. The idea they have to be removed is exciting. Either ripping them off in a desperate passion or tenderly exploring what lies underneath. I speak sexually of course.â Kronos gave a light shrug but found himself just a step away from Reginald. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip before he took it between his teeth to nip at the skin. He thought of what to say but found that it was harder than he thought to take a compliment from him. âI am flattered, Reginald. To be beautiful to someone is exciting but I find myself curious. To you, would enjoying each other physically tear away the unknown? With the unknown gone, will you grow bored? I am quite the bore here at Krovs but I am not without my own desire.â
âIt is, and youâre very welcome. As for the vulnerability, yes I suppose seeing it in anotherâs eyes is very exciting. It gives you a certain thrill like you wield some sort of power over the other. That you can pounce on them at any time, but watching that disappear and turn into a trust is even more exciting. If you truly want to make love to someone or get to truly take in the beauty of their nakedness then you are going to need that trust.â Smirking when he heard Kronos talk about being comfortable in his nudity but also be excited about the act of having his clothes removed be they ripped off or be tenderly explored underneath them. Raising a brow at him, âIt almost sounds as if you are inviting me to do such things to you, Kronos. Are you?âÂ
Watching as the guardâs tongued darted to lick at his bottom lip, before nipping at his own skin. âWell, I am glad I could flatter. I doubt I would grow bored of you though. I donât think Iâve ever come to grow bored of any of my muses ever, rather I find the opposite is more likely. My muse becomes bored with me.âÂ









