docile-interitus.
He tilted his head, exposing some more of his neck as he felt the need to give Siebren extra room to kiss. The soft gestures he gave him with his lips was another thing he couldn’t help but think about throughout his day. He would long for them in moments that tried his patience and physical pain. Finally. Even though it felt like he was being a tiny bit deprived due to Siebren’s yearning for more than simple affections.
The heat rose to his ears listening to the suggestion. Still feeling the soft touches of his hands as they gently grasped at his body. Making so that he felt the chill reach his skin and give him goosebumps. Yes perhaps there was a time and a place for a reminder. Now would be the time, but not the ideal place. His mouth leading into a small smirk like he was proud to grace such an intelligent and incredible individual’s mind on what seemed like a daily basis. “It’s nice to know how much I cross your thoughts Siebren…I won’t lie I was hoping I would get the chance to see you all day. Probably got me a little distracted now and again now that I think about it…” He chuckled just a bit admitting it.
His voice made everything pleasurable to hear. Including these almost taunting words. “Mmm..I do whole heartedly agree. I’d really hate for someone to snag you from me right now. I honestly feel a little entitled to your company. So maybe I’m the greedy one, yeah?” He parted his lips slightly as though he planned to ask something. Instead he softly pressed a kiss to Siebren’s chin as a way to coax him for the on coming question.
He pressed a palm to his chest, running a small circle right over where his heart would be with his finger tips. “Would it end your world if I asked you to carry me there. I’m already really comfy.”
“Hardly.” How the response fell without thought, for such a request was one of the simple pleasures he had in life. Carrying him, holding him close- how he’d not take a moment for granted, not now, nor ever. Love was a thing he felt more than undeserving of, so to have him desire his affections at all? It was a blessing, plain and simple.
His touch was merely a spark to ignite the flame within his chest, a warmth spreading where fingertips lay, leaving a heat wherever they would roam, his heart pounding in ways he’d never felt- perhaps that was merely the sensation of love, blooming like a flower that never experienced spring. Each time they were together, how it all felt so new, this concept of tender love and expressing it in such hesitant touch. How he’d began to crave more with each passing day- months of yearning only making him all the more certain of his desires.
Reason why he held no hesitation, lifting himself from his seated position, his lover still in his arms as he drifted down the hall. Cautious- yet hearing no other footsteps, making haste to Ita’s private quarters, closing the door and only hoping no one would disturb their time together. It was only then, in the dark of his room that he hummed, lips meeting his brow, the sound of his gentle breathing filling what space lay between them as he moved across the room to lay him gently on the bed before him.
“You call yourself greedy for wanting my attention- yet constantly I hope and desire that I cross your mind- that I fill your thoughts, your dreams... your desires... So who then is the more greedy out of the two of us? I’d like to believe I win this argument...” It was then a chuckle filled the space between them, lowering himself down onto a knee beside the bed, admiring his profile in the dim moonlight that streamed through the window. Hands carefully came to rest upon his thighs, filling the space between his open legs, longing to join him, but respecting his space- taking his time to tease. “Do you ever think of me, like this, when we’re apart...? or am I simply the love struck fool out of the two of us?”
