[The coca wine is potent, his head already swimming from the desperate pulls he'd taken from the bottle. Whatever spiked the drink was enough to heighten his senses, opaque white pupils dilating like a mirrored pond against a grassy clearing. Each gentle fleeting touch of Lucius' fingers against his clothed flesh feels amplified, surging chemicals through his brain that spark a chain reaction of shivers, quiet gasps, and the irritable flicking of that stunted tail. In his placated state, he's easy to manipulate back onto the couch, and the buzzing that reaches all the way to the tips of his clawed fingers has him sinking even further into the worn cushions.
A deep breath is drawn in, and pretty blond lashes flutter as his eyes close. He feels the way his heart hammers in his ribcage, fueled by an intoxicating mix of wine and Lucius' words. His hands are laid at his sides, palms up with his fingers twitching anxiously each time he feels the idle stroking of fingerpads against his nape. For a moment, the tickling sensation has his brows furrowing once more, and his gaze opens half-lidded just in time to have the bottle passed back to him. Eridanus takes it delicately between his fingers, his attention lingering for a moment on the way that spined tongue chases stray beads of drink across plump lips. He swallows dryly, the urge to lunge for Lucius' mouth eating at him, but it's drunken lethargy that keeps him from actually doing it.]
I have been called many things in my centuries... [He murmurs, and tips the bottle to his own lips. The desperate gulfs he had taken earlier were catching up with him now, and the way drink spills from the corners of his lips and stain his white dress shirt is proof of that. He doesn't seem to notice it, and instead breaks his sip with a sigh.]
Yet, when I hear such praise from your lips, it's almost bestial the way my body craves moreโwhat magicks have you cast on me, to have my very soul scream for your pleasure? [The words are followed by an airy laugh, teasing in nature, but there is a hint of seriousness in them. His chin tips towards Lucius, and his eyes once more fixate on him with adulation.]
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A deep breath is drawn in, and pretty blond lashes flutter as his eyes close. He feels the way his heart hammers in his ribcage, fueled by an intoxicating mix of wine and Lucius' words. His hands are laid at his sides, palms up with his fingers twitching anxiously each time he feels the idle stroking of fingerpads against his nape. For a moment, the tickling sensation has his brows furrowing once more, and his gaze opens half-lidded just in time to have the bottle passed back to him. Eridanus takes it delicately between his fingers, his attention lingering for a moment on the way that spined tongue chases stray beads of drink across plump lips. He swallows dryly, the urge to lunge for Lucius' mouth eating at him, but it's drunken lethargy that keeps him from actually doing it.]
I have been called many things in my centuries... [He murmurs, and tips the bottle to his own lips. The desperate gulfs he had taken earlier were catching up with him now, and the way drink spills from the corners of his lips and stain his white dress shirt is proof of that. He doesn't seem to notice it, and instead breaks his sip with a sigh.]
Yet, when I hear such praise from your lips, it's almost bestial the way my body craves moreโwhat magicks have you cast on me, to have my very soul scream for your pleasure? [The words are followed by an airy laugh, teasing in nature, but there is a hint of seriousness in them. His chin tips towards Lucius, and his eyes once more fixate on him with adulation.]