@molloyed asked : sender worships receiver's ankle's/feet with touch kisses, and praise.
memory comes like a reverberation in the water where his mind floats, the lapping of tender moments and the ambiguously sweet distillation of these echoes now something that armand can come to welcome; this is not the first time daniel has been at his feet. not the first time that these fingers have come to shape themselves against his arches, his lips, too, have been here before. every caress, the pink fingers that clutch around the sole where it is thinnest and armand feels himself come undone with just how tender it all is - how delicate daniel has become in his wizened age, lips curved to fit against the jutted bone of his ankle. ❝ you're beautiful like this, daniel. ❞ amidst the devotion comes a vague ribbon of pleasure that he isn't quite sure is daniel's, armand's head tilting back against the chair, giving his hips a lift forward. ❝ servitude has always suited you. if my memory serves me right, ❞ a nasty little seedling of cruelty glints in armand's eye for a moment, the kind of malicious pleasure that's been simmering for quite some time now. ❝ the last time i had you in this position you were begging for something. ❞ daintily, a foot is lifted from one of daniel's hands and placed against his jaw, the satiny-soft dorsal flesh ran up under his ear and then pulled back. armand lifts daniel's chin with a toe.
❝ do you remember what you were begging for? ❞
a pause. armand regards daniel with his own chin elevated some, looking down his nose at his lover, searching his eyes and almost willing those heavy, bulbous pupils to grow fat. ❝ when's the last time someone made you beg, lover? ❞
