[ The tenderness implied in how Eiden holds him makes the ticking heart in his breast ache, sweetly. He's a little weak to the trappings of romance, a challenge to the question of whether a manufactured heart can feel.
He also appreciates how this puts them on more equal footing — that there's some measure of care on either side of a thing that might all too easily become transactional. And it has been. The very rules of the Game make it so, but before he can let the mood be poisoned by his grave thoughts about the House and its machinations, his penchant for benign mischief rears its head. Eiden attempts to explain away his predicament, and instead of shushing him with reassurances...
The dextrous, slender fingers of one hand smooth over the shape inside his beachwear, boldly palming the soft weight of his balls, thumb tracing the curve of his cock through the filmy material as he tilts his head to angle his gaze into his, a lopsided smile carving a dimple into one freckled cheek. ]
I know. It's frustrating, wanting— [ on the downstroke of his thumb, his hand scoops deeper between his thighs, gathering his scrotum into his palm to give it a gentle fondle, the fabric whispering against his palm, and still he continues speaking, his breath ghosting across Eiden's mouth. ]
—and wondering, [ hooking his thumb inside the waistband, his bare thumb tip drags along the side of his cock, pulling and tugging at his warm skin, ] 'Am I the only one who wants this? Is it a chore to him?'
no cap I missed your Eiden sfm
He also appreciates how this puts them on more equal footing — that there's some measure of care on either side of a thing that might all too easily become transactional. And it has been. The very rules of the Game make it so, but before he can let the mood be poisoned by his grave thoughts about the House and its machinations, his penchant for benign mischief rears its head. Eiden attempts to explain away his predicament, and instead of shushing him with reassurances...
The dextrous, slender fingers of one hand smooth over the shape inside his beachwear, boldly palming the soft weight of his balls, thumb tracing the curve of his cock through the filmy material as he tilts his head to angle his gaze into his, a lopsided smile carving a dimple into one freckled cheek. ]
I know. It's frustrating, wanting— [ on the downstroke of his thumb, his hand scoops deeper between his thighs, gathering his scrotum into his palm to give it a gentle fondle, the fabric whispering against his palm, and still he continues speaking, his breath ghosting across Eiden's mouth. ]
—and wondering, [ hooking his thumb inside the waistband, his bare thumb tip drags along the side of his cock, pulling and tugging at his warm skin, ] 'Am I the only one who wants this? Is it a chore to him?'