[That overlarge hand is truly all the answer he needs, and yet, the moment they are within their bedroom, Lucius gives his assurance through words as well. They shiver through Eridanus, pricking his shoulders and back with a gooseflesh that is partly excitement and partly the cold swathing his skin as that tattered cloth is torn from his form and tossed aside. Hooded eyes gaze up at Lucius, indulging in the way his mouth splits and needle-teeth are framed by a haunting lipless grin.
But then they blow wide as Lucius drops down before him, and behind him, Eridanus' tail straightens nearly upwards with surprise. A sound, somewhere between shock and anticipation, wells up from his throat. Overlarge claws make for his belt, and rather than assist those dexterous points, he settles his own hands over the backs of his consort's.]
What manner of ritual is this? [He can't help from asking, especially when he assumed he would simply have his sword returned to him.
Perhaps the clothing is a reminder, or perhaps its sullied state was offensiveโEridanus didn't have the answers, and really, he didn't even care for them. Sooner than later, his trousers are dropped around his ankles, leaving him in nothing more than his underwear and the loosed shirt-stays still strapped around his thighs.]
Your silence is utterly provocative, my Eternal...
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But then they blow wide as Lucius drops down before him, and behind him, Eridanus' tail straightens nearly upwards with surprise. A sound, somewhere between shock and anticipation, wells up from his throat. Overlarge claws make for his belt, and rather than assist those dexterous points, he settles his own hands over the backs of his consort's.]
What manner of ritual is this? [He can't help from asking, especially when he assumed he would simply have his sword returned to him.
Perhaps the clothing is a reminder, or perhaps its sullied state was offensiveโEridanus didn't have the answers, and really, he didn't even care for them. Sooner than later, his trousers are dropped around his ankles, leaving him in nothing more than his underwear and the loosed shirt-stays still strapped around his thighs.]
Your silence is utterly provocative, my Eternal...