[So this is what it looks like to bleed in shark-infested waters.
Dark red notes every flicker of emotion that crosses his face—parted lips, chin taut, the glimpse of thin skin thrumming with a heartbeat underneath venom in his throat. He can almost hear how his breath catches in his throat, and it’s enough to make his own pulse quicken.
Slowly, deliberately, Sylus bows his head, closing the space between them until his nose brushes against the sensitive spot where Ross’s jaw meets his neck. He inhales deeply, drawing in the scent of Ross’s skin, a mix of heat and something that finally seems to sate whatever he has been trying to fill with food and drink and luxury treatment.]
Is that really what you want? [Sylus murmurs, his voice dark against Ross’s neck. Ross’s pulse beats wildly near Sylus’s lips, and he licks them anticipatingly. And yet Sylus doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back, letting the heat coil around them, smoldering fire that threatens to ignite at any moment. He wants to hear Ross say it, to hear the words spill from his lips, to break through the walls of defiance and let the truth come pouring out.] Yes, no… maybe so?
[A singsong as he nudges his jaw with his nose. He should be less of an asshole about it.]
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Dark red notes every flicker of emotion that crosses his face—parted lips, chin taut, the glimpse of thin skin thrumming with a heartbeat underneath venom in his throat. He can almost hear how his breath catches in his throat, and it’s enough to make his own pulse quicken.
Slowly, deliberately, Sylus bows his head, closing the space between them until his nose brushes against the sensitive spot where Ross’s jaw meets his neck. He inhales deeply, drawing in the scent of Ross’s skin, a mix of heat and something that finally seems to sate whatever he has been trying to fill with food and drink and luxury treatment.]
Is that really what you want? [Sylus murmurs, his voice dark against Ross’s neck. Ross’s pulse beats wildly near Sylus’s lips, and he licks them anticipatingly. And yet Sylus doesn’t move, doesn’t pull back, letting the heat coil around them, smoldering fire that threatens to ignite at any moment. He wants to hear Ross say it, to hear the words spill from his lips, to break through the walls of defiance and let the truth come pouring out.] Yes, no… maybe so?
[A singsong as he nudges his jaw with his nose. He should be less of an asshole about it.]