' caress chest ' ( B Y E )
blankets liberate proclivity of isolation. a tenderness hangs in the weight of the morning air, its formless arousal filtering through exerted lungs. the younger of the two, visage embedded within litheness of feathered pillow, has quite the stamina to expend. pablum for the gossips, the two were ‘ occupied ’ for several hours into the obscurity of night’s duration. carnal folly was not limited to sense of sight. rather, the immortal engaged his ‘ inclination ’ with converting physical authority long after lighting diminished in the chamber. sanctions of movement — positions — were constrained to ardyn’s partiality, though disputed on occasion out of inbred stubbornness, of which is a trait of prevalence in fleuret heredity. however, if there was a challenge to be surmounted by the immortal’s artful flexibility, it would be his relation with a tethered high commander. aberrant, as it were.
digits grasp at silk and linen, shifting their materials clear of rising posture ( 04:52 AM ). an opaque sigh leaves parted lips; its audible density accompanying the norm of ardyn pursuing the day’s assignments prior to his counterpart. however, contrary to his expectations, a grumble escapes both mattress and partner, defining movement from a fleuret once shrouded by hallucinations in slumber.
ambling slenderness of fingers trail ardyn’s sides. the fleuret’s rigid abdomen adheres to the motion — allowing him to caress his (tacit) superior from behind.
“ good morning —— ” ardyn’s voice feathers their tranquility; ethereal in its faintness. his affinity for the commander a token of elevated spirits, ones temporarily capable of placating the imbedded daemons of his mind. courtesy of his palms, he veils ravus’s knuckles with temperate pressure. fortune resists interruption, permitting pause — breath appreciative of taking in the other’s. removing his left hand from the embrace, ardyn drafts allure along the perimeter of ravus’s jawline; deliberate leisureliness of pointer finger prolonging the action several instances. a trifling bristle is evaluated in touch. “ —— we must shave you . you’re starting to feel like me , hmhm … ”
he laughs, but the thought of it maims the cavity of his chest. though groomed to perfection — a natural compulsion when in times his reflection is his only means for consolation — ardyn detests the idea of allowing ravus to go unshaved. though pale as the whiskers of a coeurl, any such facial hair must be removed.
departing from the fleuret’s inclosing affection, ardyn retrieves preferential sharpness of a blade obscured beneath the layered drapery of his coat. handle secured, grasp tilting, it gleams amid gravity and is assessed by narrowed optics. RESOLUTE. flickering an acute glimpse of dusk’s vivacity, ardyn turns, otherwise empty handed. the blade encompasses an unparalleled serration. he resumes, stride escorting him to the aesthetic of his canvas, and situates himself nearest the fleuret’s vehement gaze. no cream, only a blade. vanity of edge is rested upon flesh, words unexchanged between their prestige. temperament of wrist preserves lax pace of razor stroke, purity of cheekbones resurfacing with each shear. now, to condition.
nearing the conclusion of ravus’s tailoring, ardyn makes a swift incision point of ravus’s upper neck. no larger than the score of a feline’s claws, yet its enough to fracture the male’s poise. AN ABRUPT STING. predisposed to human instinct, the fleuret moves to cover the graze; his mobility hindered by ardyn’s grip.
“ does it hurt —— ? i’m sorry this happened to you . ” acclimatizing ravus to his coercive fondness, he continues, guiding the male’s hand away from the mark. “ remember , ravus . it is not i who harms you , but your body . if you allow it to , it will bring you nothing but pain —— misery … ” objective falters, ardyn dissuading their gazes apart. an indeterminate period of silence assigns itself their position. a knock at the door stimulates magnetism back to the deteriorated immortal ( POUND - POUND - POUND ). profiting from the transition, ardyn moderates the room’s tension with unity of lips. he fears not the entrance of whomever should be requesting his audience, but of pulling apart from the commander occupying his coverlet. nevertheless, a chancellor must conciliate his emperor. perhaps an overstep within separation, he bites ravus’s lower lip, diligently replacing his countenance’s presence with solitary finger.
“ —— get dressed . ”
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