#silent gestures

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[mellohero]

Silent gestures, or key words, are my favorite. Where everything on the surface is typical, normal, but the underneath…

I want to come home from work, with my pet anywhere in the house, and my answer will direct the mood I’m in, and their reply will direct the pace and the follow through.

It is a distinct rarity that the follow through will be denied by either party, but especially me. They hold the follow through, always. Because I’m nothing if not a gentleman.

Your phone goes off, mine too, it’s me through the door and you know it.

“Hey you!” You call from no where.

“Hey, Sweet Girl!” I call back. I’ll toe out of my shoes, hang my bag. There’s silence, I know exactly what happened.

You heard ‘Sweet Girl’, and you froze. It means I’d like to be in control. You heard sweet girl and got wet, instantly, because we trained you that way, because you love it, my little pet. You pad out of the living room into the entry way, the most precious glint in your eyes.

“How was work, daddy?” A note of mirth tinting your voice. Your silent agreement to submit. I’ve already been pulsing all day but daddy off your lips is like honey in hot tea. Sweet, calming, necessary.

“Grueling…” I’ll pull you in by your hips, pelvis to pelvis, with your arms draped around my neck. I lean in your arm and inhale your scent. There’s no cryptics here: work was trash, I’m exhausted, and all I wanted today…was you…

“And how are you, daddy…?” Your eyes are glazing from the heat between us. There’s pulsing between my legs and down my arms and into my palms.

“Stiff…very stiff…” I’ll place a kiss on your lips, because that’s all I’m going to get for a while. Your palms move to my shoulders and down the front of my chest, massaging the muscles underneath. A soft whimper held in your throat.

“Can I have dessert before dinner, please?” You coo, eyes droopy and affixed on my lips, and you’ve went fully into the haze. You’re so excited I can see your teeth chattering. I grin.

“Yes, my Sweet Girl. Just for you.” And before I’ve even finish my sentence you’ve already sunk your knees, your face on my front, nosing my zipper and pawing my belt.

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Thinking about when someone rests their head on your shoulder and suddenly you're barely breathing because you don't want to disrupt their comfort by moving. Will never get over how there can be so much love held in silent gestures.

[m0urningdoves]

 Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night. - Author: Luis Marques