[ Cain smiled as Julian folded himself down, let his chin lift a little. One of his hands twitched. How should he praise the other man for obeying? It felt important, to acknowledge that he'd been obedient, given what was commanded...
And then Asra was brushing his fingers, lifting his eyes, and something like an electric jolt traveled from the contact and roared up his spine, made the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand stiff on-end. His own pulse felt suddenly like thunderclaps, each beat big and hard enough to rattle his bones.
There was something in those eyes, which seemed like they shifted colour when his lashes lowered. Cain imagined that some kind of kinetic energy just lay in wait under Asra's unflappable expression. Like the potent power of a tidal wave hidden under still water, or the molten charges that made the hearts of stars.
His face felt too hot when Asra looked away, and he returned his attention back to Julian. His red face, his almost trembling voice. It had been obvious the two'd had a fling of some kind, but the implications dangled out now suggested so much more than he'd anticipated. He wet his lips, which felt suddenly too dry. ]
You look fucking gorgeous, kneeling down like that. Especially with that sweet little blush. Don't get up, stay just like that for us.
But see, now, even you can admit there was something good to be had with a little magic. You should apologize to Asra for being so sharp about it, before.
[ He turned his face just a little, trying to catch Asra's eye again. Tilted his head toward Julian, as if to ask whether Asra would go to the kneeling man. He covered it, a little, by lifting his cup to take a sip of the steaming liquid.
And fuck if it wasn't amazing, the bright burst of unfamiliar flavors, the floral sweetness of the honey... ]
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And then Asra was brushing his fingers, lifting his eyes, and something like an electric jolt traveled from the contact and roared up his spine, made the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand stiff on-end. His own pulse felt suddenly like thunderclaps, each beat big and hard enough to rattle his bones.
There was something in those eyes, which seemed like they shifted colour when his lashes lowered. Cain imagined that some kind of kinetic energy just lay in wait under Asra's unflappable expression. Like the potent power of a tidal wave hidden under still water, or the molten charges that made the hearts of stars.
His face felt too hot when Asra looked away, and he returned his attention back to Julian. His red face, his almost trembling voice. It had been obvious the two'd had a fling of some kind, but the implications dangled out now suggested so much more than he'd anticipated. He wet his lips, which felt suddenly too dry. ]
You look fucking gorgeous, kneeling down like that. Especially with that sweet little blush. Don't get up, stay just like that for us.
But see, now, even you can admit there was something good to be had with a little magic. You should apologize to Asra for being so sharp about it, before.
[ He turned his face just a little, trying to catch Asra's eye again. Tilted his head toward Julian, as if to ask whether Asra would go to the kneeling man. He covered it, a little, by lifting his cup to take a sip of the steaming liquid.
And fuck if it wasn't amazing, the bright burst of unfamiliar flavors, the floral sweetness of the honey... ]