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shadows quiver, scurrying from the inconsistencies of stinted flame. an assorted dimness evinces presence of candle, several of which are scattered amongst ardyn’s resolve, and remain aesthetically linear to his intensions ( though undisclosed ). an aspiring perfume of ash, elicited by strand of wick, gestures appendages through fragmented, smoky tendrils. hueless wisps are entangled within bare digits, fleeting in their encirclement, whilst flesh ruminates the confidence of heat. a calmness follows the chancellor to the perimeter of occupied coverlet, an estranged glimmer amidst narrowed gaze. eyes are obscured of their predatorial observation, yet an allure festers betwixt gaze of counterpart and the looming chancellor.
“ you needn’t be so anxious , ravus . you’ve prepared yourself for this for quite some time , have you not — ? correct me if i’m wrong —— but i highly doubt it . ” notwithstanding the possibility of answers ravus may concoct, so as to please his superior or to assure himself, testimony is overlooked by impression of pointer finger over lips of the younger male. SILENCING. the immortal had seen to the cultivation of ravus’s affection perpetually; an inclination throughout the commander’s maturation over the years. achromatic locks are brushed aside their habitual state of veiling divergent eye, beguiling the temperate hold of ardyn’s pupils. the fleuret, indisputably, contends that of his sister’s beauty. a burdensome purity, engulfed by his repute, communicates well within his unease. this will be ‘ his first ’, though the same cannot be said for the accursed.
saturation of colors are pilfered by the fervour of flame’s vibrancy, the room’s silhouettes bound to the animation of its smoldering light source. the temperature’s pinnacle hovers between them, supplementing proximity of chests as the immortal lowers himself to the suppleness of mattress and cordiality of ravus’s breath. silken comforter molds to his weight, a naturality shared with the fleuret’s receiving lips as ardyn exerts intimacy of connection. severance a necessity upon loss of oxygen, ardyn parts first, counsel imprinted across tongue.
“ i will be taking you off assignments , for a time —— perhaps a week , if not more . ” apprising the commander resulted with indeterminate consequences. would this startle him? surely not. would he allow the chancellor to entreat the emperor on his behalf? to commit perjury before their superior so as to allow the fleuret time to heal? surely not, though ardyn would endeavour to.
a committing silence dithers between ravus’s eyes. UNCERTAIN. as he stares, the assertive, despotic man ardyn had fostered a weakness for cascades into tainted hands — utterly delimited by the immortal’s appetence. the fleuret’s virility was his to direct. an infatuation for this servitude biased within palm against heart. he forces the commander onto his back — vulnerability impelled — and resorts to restraining ravus by leisure of thighs on either side of his waist. ardyn immobilizes him, now situated atop pelvis, whilst singular hand smooths along the ripples of exposed abdomen. flesh trenches articulate muscular precedence, of which befits the leader of niflheim’s army. and yet, dominance pertains the role of chancellor, whose curvature of spine heralds tilt of candle.
foreign muscles wince beneath the gravity of ardyn’s hand as wax contacts the body. corporeal sensuality illustrates action’s purpose, as in pursuing the discomfort of variant sting, ardyn places lips over hardened, pallid ‘ sap ’. lips nurse at redness of burn, biting upon depart. amorous provocation writhes between the two males, the fleuret’s resistance to ardyn’s proclivities only faltering within his sporadic incline of their light source. each droplet of fire’s potion providing desperation in gasp.
“ shhhh —— why , commander … this is only the beginning ! aha , i’m afraid i may cripple you , come the dawn . ”
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