[Once more Eridanus' smile sours just a fraction at the mention of that insipid father of his. Perhaps, for the barest of moments, his distaste shows in the way his claws silently bear down just a bit harder—until welts become the pinpricks of daggers' tips that bead fresh blood within waxen divots. Sharp or simply cruel, when Lucius takes hold of his tail, it's as though he knew of the resentment in his heart, and Eridanus yelps his surprise.
Though the sweet taste of pain doesn't simmer his irritation, it does remind him of his place and so, he resigns himself to leaning down and nuzzling his face into the muscular curve of Lucius' neck. He will continue to bite his tongue for centuries and millennia to come, but that will never douse the flames of his dislike for a man who holds a tighter grip on his Eternal's affections than he does.]
That anyone ever thought less of you is a offense worthy of death, my beloved, [Eridanus mutters bitterly against waxen skin, his claws instead tracing the scars along his consort's chest once more,] I am most pleased to hear that you made those lesser men aware of your greatness.
Oh? I'll be sure to inform Eidolon of that, the next time he calls together the Phoenix Conclave.
[ His idle—peaceful—smile widens with his humor, and while his pet's fanaticism is sweet, there is a sense in which even Lucius doesn't see it as merited. After all, as with any other victory, his rise to prominence and power among the III Legion's ranks would have tasted far less sweet unearned.
Beneath Eridanus, the great shape of his body shifts. Lucius turns over in their bed once more, carrying Eridanus' weight with him, and as he settles again, it's his turn to pick affectionately over the newly-returned opal that decorates his consort's face below him. ]
Or perhaps I'll grant you the privilege of doing so yourself, given that you will surely be there at my side.
[Even if it weren't what he wanted, Eridanus is easily rolled to his back as their positions are reversed. It's always moments such as these where he wonders if Lucius isn't much more perceptive than he lets on. Of course, his consort is a man who encompasses many talents, so he wouldn't put it past him; but still, the way he easily melts the frigid heart within his chest is yet another reason for which Eridanus finds himself increasingly enamored with the beast above him.
He leans his face into those adoring touches, his jewels admired just as well as the scars of the visage before him had been. Eridanus allows his eyes to flutter closed, and were he capable of rumbling his pleasure, he certainly would.]
I would be more than happy to propagate your greatness, [he states, matter-of-factly, with his lips twisting into an uncharacteristically boyish moue,] and if he says anything otherwise, I will be even happier to end his sorry existence in a pillar of hellfire.
[ Lucius' voice buoys through the still air of their bedroom, and he laughs, bright like the too-harsh light of a lethal sun. He sees the boyish pout set into his consort's lips even as his head lolls in contentment, and unseen to Eridanus' closed eyes, Lucius' grin pulls into an expression of mischief. ]
Eridanus, [ he purrs, his lips ducked close enough for his breath to tickle along the sensitive length of one overlong ear, ] your age is showing.
[ His split tongue dances from his lips. Blessed with its preternatural dexterity, one fork curls around the angular cusp of that ear before his lips; the other seeks with probing interest, teasing at the opening of its canal. ]
[Whatever protest Eridanus might give to those teasing words, dies in his throat in favor of the wanting noise that wells up from his chest. His breath catches in his lungs, overlong ear flicking away from the teasing touch of breath and a prehensile tongue that seeks the sensitive inner shell of it. He feels his blood rush through his limbs, coloring his face, his neck, and pooling hotly in his belly. Pinned as he is, his wagging tail cannot even display his eager excitement.]
Lucius... [He whimpers, with claws digging into the scarified flesh beneath them, as if he could anchor himself into Lucius' body and keep a hold on his crumbling composure.
He can't, though it isn't so much a bad thing between them. Eridanus draws in a shaking breath, and then he turns his head, pressing his mouth against his lover's. His own tongue unfurls past the thicket of fangs guarding it, greeting Lucius' own just as eagerly as the wanton moans elicited from him would expect. One day, he thinks, they'll kiss before the stars—and that thought alone, is one he cannot wait for.]
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Though the sweet taste of pain doesn't simmer his irritation, it does remind him of his place and so, he resigns himself to leaning down and nuzzling his face into the muscular curve of Lucius' neck. He will continue to bite his tongue for centuries and millennia to come, but that will never douse the flames of his dislike for a man who holds a tighter grip on his Eternal's affections than he does.]
That anyone ever thought less of you is a offense worthy of death, my beloved, [Eridanus mutters bitterly against waxen skin, his claws instead tracing the scars along his consort's chest once more,] I am most pleased to hear that you made those lesser men aware of your greatness.
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[ His idle—peaceful—smile widens with his humor, and while his pet's fanaticism is sweet, there is a sense in which even Lucius doesn't see it as merited. After all, as with any other victory, his rise to prominence and power among the III Legion's ranks would have tasted far less sweet unearned.
Beneath Eridanus, the great shape of his body shifts. Lucius turns over in their bed once more, carrying Eridanus' weight with him, and as he settles again, it's his turn to pick affectionately over the newly-returned opal that decorates his consort's face below him. ]
Or perhaps I'll grant you the privilege of doing so yourself, given that you will surely be there at my side.
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He leans his face into those adoring touches, his jewels admired just as well as the scars of the visage before him had been. Eridanus allows his eyes to flutter closed, and were he capable of rumbling his pleasure, he certainly would.]
I would be more than happy to propagate your greatness, [he states, matter-of-factly, with his lips twisting into an uncharacteristically boyish moue,] and if he says anything otherwise, I will be even happier to end his sorry existence in a pillar of hellfire.
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[ Lucius' voice buoys through the still air of their bedroom, and he laughs, bright like the too-harsh light of a lethal sun. He sees the boyish pout set into his consort's lips even as his head lolls in contentment, and unseen to Eridanus' closed eyes, Lucius' grin pulls into an expression of mischief. ]
Eridanus, [ he purrs, his lips ducked close enough for his breath to tickle along the sensitive length of one overlong ear, ] your age is showing.
[ His split tongue dances from his lips. Blessed with its preternatural dexterity, one fork curls around the angular cusp of that ear before his lips; the other seeks with probing interest, teasing at the opening of its canal. ]
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Lucius... [He whimpers, with claws digging into the scarified flesh beneath them, as if he could anchor himself into Lucius' body and keep a hold on his crumbling composure.
He can't, though it isn't so much a bad thing between them. Eridanus draws in a shaking breath, and then he turns his head, pressing his mouth against his lover's. His own tongue unfurls past the thicket of fangs guarding it, greeting Lucius' own just as eagerly as the wanton moans elicited from him would expect. One day, he thinks, they'll kiss before the stars—and that thought alone, is one he cannot wait for.]