[ The stroke of that thumb on his skin is maddening and soothing in equal measure. Damn good trick, that. It's so close to more intimate, more sensitive spots, and yet so carefully far. Not exactly a threat; more of a statement. I know where the line is. I could cross it. I won't.
When that thought crosses Ross' mind, it takes a real effort for him not to rock his hips. He came to terms -- more or less, twinges of Catholic guilt notwithstanding -- with the fact that his politics and his proclivities are at odds a long time ago. The way people with power trample carelessly on the people below them makes his blood boil. The way a person can use that power on him, with exacting care for precise effect, heats his blood in entirely different ways.
And the way this person, this red-eyed, casually condescending man, with the terrifying power to move Alan however he wants -- the way he holds back, the way he's simply keeping them both still and waiting, makes Alan want to throw himself against him like a moth in a gas flame.
All this, of course, is running through his body at the speed of his heartbeat; he feels the urge to squirm needily and quashes it in the space of a couple deep breaths. But that's still long enough that there's a noticeable pause before he manages a reply. ]
Simple as that? Take what you want and never mind the consequence?
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When that thought crosses Ross' mind, it takes a real effort for him not to rock his hips. He came to terms -- more or less, twinges of Catholic guilt notwithstanding -- with the fact that his politics and his proclivities are at odds a long time ago. The way people with power trample carelessly on the people below them makes his blood boil. The way a person can use that power on him, with exacting care for precise effect, heats his blood in entirely different ways.
And the way this person, this red-eyed, casually condescending man, with the terrifying power to move Alan however he wants -- the way he holds back, the way he's simply keeping them both still and waiting, makes Alan want to throw himself against him like a moth in a gas flame.
All this, of course, is running through his body at the speed of his heartbeat; he feels the urge to squirm needily and quashes it in the space of a couple deep breaths. But that's still long enough that there's a noticeable pause before he manages a reply. ]
Simple as that? Take what you want and never mind the consequence?
[ He swallows, hard. ]
What if I don't want to take?