[Consort. It echoes within Eridanus' mind, quieting any other thought that is left straying. As he stares at Lucius with eyes wide in stunned silence, he knows Lucius is not the type to be romantic in the common senseโbut he is also not the type to say anything with half-assed sentiment.
His gaze falls half lidded, and when he reaches for his glass once more, it never strays from the intensity of his Eternal's own. He pulls a mouthful of moonshine, rolling it across his tongue and savoring its promethium burn as it slides down his gullet.
Rather than questioning Lucius on his intention, Eridanus allows the title to settle within his thoughts. Affection unfurls with his chest, and he's no longer thinking about fethesi. His mind has been pulled back to their ceremonies priorโto the importance they both have claimed within the other's life.]
A pot of pleasure versus one of pain โ you certainly know how to tease a man, Lucius. [He sighs wetly around the words, clears his throat, then bends forward to set his drink aside once more.
A huff of laughter escapes him, and he leans his weight to one side. Sudden warmth has laid flushed claim to his face, and he knows it isn't because of the moonshine that his heart and mind are both swimming. Words though, words will distract him from such an embarrassing proclamation.]
Why not both, is what I would say, were these not the terms for winning and losing. To feel your body writhe in pleasure as my own wracks with excruciating pain โ that would be a bliss like no other.
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His gaze falls half lidded, and when he reaches for his glass once more, it never strays from the intensity of his Eternal's own. He pulls a mouthful of moonshine, rolling it across his tongue and savoring its promethium burn as it slides down his gullet.
Rather than questioning Lucius on his intention, Eridanus allows the title to settle within his thoughts. Affection unfurls with his chest, and he's no longer thinking about fethesi. His mind has been pulled back to their ceremonies priorโto the importance they both have claimed within the other's life.]
A pot of pleasure versus one of pain โ you certainly know how to tease a man, Lucius. [He sighs wetly around the words, clears his throat, then bends forward to set his drink aside once more.
A huff of laughter escapes him, and he leans his weight to one side. Sudden warmth has laid flushed claim to his face, and he knows it isn't because of the moonshine that his heart and mind are both swimming. Words though, words will distract him from such an embarrassing proclamation.]
Why not both, is what I would say, were these not the terms for winning and losing. To feel your body writhe in pleasure as my own wracks with excruciating pain โ that would be a bliss like no other.