[ shift ] "I'm sorry. Was that presumptuous of me?"
āIt was.ā Jakob affirmed, the ghost of a blush left along his cheeks after heād regained the ability to move. It wasnāt like the butler to freeze up upon seeing someone moving toward him like that, but it had happened. Perhaps heād just become too comfortable around the other man.
āI wouldnāt expect anything else from you.ā He replied, now taking a challenging tone of voice. He moved his closer, barely a hairās breadth from Yen'fay, a smile forming on his lips. āAnd what, praytell, must you presume of me?ā Gesturing toward Yenāfayās silvery locks, his shoulders shook with a slight titter.Ā āNot a hair out of place on your head.ā How was he supposed to return the favor?
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Yen'fay slowly raised an eyebrow as he listened to the younger man hastily try to cover up his earlier signs of bashfulness with an influx of words that SAID a lot but didnāt seem to MEAN anything. Suddenly, it dawned on Yen'fay. Was this the shorter manās idea of āplaying hard to getā? Interesting. With a small, wry smirk, he pulled out his small hair tie, shaking his head slightly so his hair fell about his chest and shoulders in a brilliant cascade of silver. He combed one hand through the middle, pushing some of it out of the way so he could see better. Warm, brown eyes almost seemed to twinkle with delight as they fixated on Jakob ā still only at half-mast at most, but still quite clearly visible. āBetter?ā He teased gently, moving closer so that Jakob could now properly reach him. āOf course, I would assume nothing of you ā except, perhaps, that youād be willing to return the favorā¦ If that is indeed all you desire.ā A flash of pearly whites.
Anxiety had begun to well up in the Nohrian when Yenāfay did not reply right away. He paused a moment, reflecting on his own wordsā¦ which hadnāt made a whole lot of sense, in hindsightāit wasnāt his fault though! Not when Yenāfay was going around and touching him so intimately, and purposefully riling him up like that. Truly, the man was more wicked than he let on.
The smirk that had come mere moments later felt like an eternity to Jakob, who could only stare slack jawed and confused as the warrior before him let down his hair. āI-.ā He stammered, utterly robbed of any cheeky remark. It wasnāt every day that he correlated another man with the word sexy, but the gaze Yenāfay had given him made the butlerās knees go weak.
āYes, absolutelyā He thought, his tongue absent mindedly wetting his lips. āBeautiful,ā he thought as well, but said nothing as he reached a gauntleted hand upward to tuck back a few strands of hair. He froze with the back of his hand resting on Yenāfayās cheek.
āBetter.ā He finally huffed. There was nothingĀ improper about two men, two friends, two connoisseurs of beautiful and elegant things to allow themselves to indulge in a bit of veneration for one another, right?
