[ Ross might have gone for a snake and a bird, or a stag and a wolf, but the exact animal imagery isn't exactly at the forefront of his mind right now.
He feels frozen in place, every bang of his heart against his sternum throbbing with anger and desire. If anyone asked him to describe this visually later, he'd be at a loss; his eyes are open, but all he's focused on is the taunts in his ears and the heat of this man's body. He's just skin. Nerves. A vessel for a heartbeat.
Then Sylus' nose brushes along his jaw, and Ross finds himself moving without thinking. He shoves Sylus in the chest, putting space between them -- then immediately closes it, climbing into Sylus' lap and wrapping a hand into Sylus' collar. ]
Is this what you want?
[ Now he's seeing again, tracking those red eyes and smirking lips. His own eyes seem like they're all pupil. Under the stupid faux-Roman finery he's wearing, his cock throbs. ]
You want a bastard that'll bite back? [ Ross' fingers tighten around Sylus' collar. ] If you want to make me squirm, make me. Make me.
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He feels frozen in place, every bang of his heart against his sternum throbbing with anger and desire. If anyone asked him to describe this visually later, he'd be at a loss; his eyes are open, but all he's focused on is the taunts in his ears and the heat of this man's body. He's just skin. Nerves. A vessel for a heartbeat.
Then Sylus' nose brushes along his jaw, and Ross finds himself moving without thinking. He shoves Sylus in the chest, putting space between them -- then immediately closes it, climbing into Sylus' lap and wrapping a hand into Sylus' collar. ]
Is this what you want?
[ Now he's seeing again, tracking those red eyes and smirking lips. His own eyes seem like they're all pupil. Under the stupid faux-Roman finery he's wearing, his cock throbs. ]
You want a bastard that'll bite back? [ Ross' fingers tighten around Sylus' collar. ] If you want to make me squirm, make me. Make me.