[All of this, suddenly-- it feels like a lot to take. Because he catches it there, the burnished rose that rises quick in Cain's face as he looks at the magician, isn't sure how to take it, to navigate what it might mean. And then there's his suggestion that isn't a suggestion at all, words that come out easy but which carry the weight of steel.
He says nothing, for a moment. His face is hot and his heart beats hard and there's there's a swift-ascending feeling in him that leaves him dizzied, excited, sick. His gaze shifts slyly to Asra, trying to gauge the magician's reaction, but as always there's that inscrutable wall were emotion ought to be. A calculated distance, his long, hard, unreadable gaze--
--and then abruptly he's closing the distance between them, flowing like water across the room's bare boards, familiar fingers closing tight around his chin. Julian's breath catches in his throat like silk dragged over splinters as the magician tilts his face, forcing their eyes to meet. Asra's violet gaze sweeps across his countenance and its still there in him, that unfathomable look, all discernible feeling artfully concealed from view.
His voice comes soft, but just as full of commanding steel as Cain's had been.]
I, um, that is to say...what I desire right now...
[He swallows thickly. His silvery gaze sliding from Asra to Cain and back again. Then he lets out a breath, long and slow, acts before he has time to talk himself out of it.
His hands reach out to curl into Asra's clothes, tugging him forward, until abruptly he's kissing him, soft mouthed. Heated but slow.]
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He says nothing, for a moment. His face is hot and his heart beats hard and there's there's a swift-ascending feeling in him that leaves him dizzied, excited, sick. His gaze shifts slyly to Asra, trying to gauge the magician's reaction, but as always there's that inscrutable wall were emotion ought to be. A calculated distance, his long, hard, unreadable gaze--
--and then abruptly he's closing the distance between them, flowing like water across the room's bare boards, familiar fingers closing tight around his chin. Julian's breath catches in his throat like silk dragged over splinters as the magician tilts his face, forcing their eyes to meet. Asra's violet gaze sweeps across his countenance and its still there in him, that unfathomable look, all discernible feeling artfully concealed from view.
His voice comes soft, but just as full of commanding steel as Cain's had been.]
I, um, that is to say...what I desire right now...
[He swallows thickly. His silvery gaze sliding from Asra to Cain and back again. Then he lets out a breath, long and slow, acts before he has time to talk himself out of it.
His hands reach out to curl into Asra's clothes, tugging him forward, until abruptly he's kissing him, soft mouthed. Heated but slow.]