[ If he knew of the empathic connection facilitated by their rings, Anubis would happily explain that so-called unidentifiable feeling to Seiji, for he feels it now: a coal of want flaring to life in the pit of his stomach, growing hotter the longer Seiji's fair cheek rests against the Masho's palm. They face off like that for mere seconds, but the seconds are long enough.
Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.
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Seiji pulls away. Impulsively, Anubis seizes the collar of his bride's shiromuku on one side, his grip tight. ]
And if I am not joking...?
[ It's oddly enticing, seeing Korin so unsettled. Nostalgic in a way that he's certain Korin doesn't appreciate, but which only deepens in the Masho's personal amusement. Anubis's dark eyes linger a moment on the young man's defiant profile, then all but rake over the layers upon layers of silk Seiji wears from head to toe, immaculately white...
Abandoning his champagne bottle for now, the General of the Dark begins to crowd Seiji back towards the bed they just left while he takes hold of the other side of that cascading white robe. ]
You see your attire, and mine. It's obvious that you were put here for me to... enjoy.