[Eridanus knows better than to think his misbehavior will go unpunished, or at the very least, without reprimand. Still, as those enamel claws thread through his hair and grip it close to his scalp, he feels his voice catch in his throat. The rabbit-beat of his heart feels as loud as a thundering drum in his ears; but despite the inherent threat of that overlarge hold, Eridanus only feels the way his body heats in anticipation of joyful agony at Lucius' hand. His gaze falls half lidded as a trembling sound wells up from his throat, excitement prickling down the nape of his neck.
Beneath such a display of dominance, as natural to Lucius as breathing, he can't even muster the will to disobey further. Perhaps then, his loyalty to Fulgrim isn't so difficult to understand; and yet, Eridanus still finds himself angered that the feelings he holds for his consort could be given away to another.
Once more, it isn't until Lucius' playful verve returns that Eridanus realizes the breathless strain in his lungs. He exhales a hot sigh against the lipless maw before him, and in his infantile irritation, he almost pulls himself against the commanding grasp that holds him just to shove his mouth against it. Rather, Eridanus' opaline claws dig a little harder into the presented flesh of Lucius' chest and he furrows his brow with frustration.]
Tell me of Commander Eidolon... my Eternal.
[His words are quiet, but pinched still. Within them is the barely restrained insolence he wishes to give voice to, but doesn't. He must content himself with being the one chosen by Lucius, Eridanus reminds himself. To be hand-picked by the one he loves most is the greatest honor, even if it does not guarantee his dominance of his lover's heart.]
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Beneath such a display of dominance, as natural to Lucius as breathing, he can't even muster the will to disobey further. Perhaps then, his loyalty to Fulgrim isn't so difficult to understand; and yet, Eridanus still finds himself angered that the feelings he holds for his consort could be given away to another.
Once more, it isn't until Lucius' playful verve returns that Eridanus realizes the breathless strain in his lungs. He exhales a hot sigh against the lipless maw before him, and in his infantile irritation, he almost pulls himself against the commanding grasp that holds him just to shove his mouth against it. Rather, Eridanus' opaline claws dig a little harder into the presented flesh of Lucius' chest and he furrows his brow with frustration.]
Tell me of Commander Eidolon... my Eternal.
[His words are quiet, but pinched still. Within them is the barely restrained insolence he wishes to give voice to, but doesn't. He must content himself with being the one chosen by Lucius, Eridanus reminds himself. To be hand-picked by the one he loves most is the greatest honor, even if it does not guarantee his dominance of his lover's heart.]