[The caress of Bandou's kiss departs and only then does Warren's quietly quivering emotions settle, like the petals of an upended rose. Vampires are classically predators but they are prey, too. Hierarchical, driven instinctively to conquer. Or be conquest.
The truth might never pass Warren's lips. It's up to Bandou to see how he submits in intimate moments, to see that Warren thinks of him as more of a crownbearer than his red king.
Thankfully the closeness of his lover's mouth fades to a lingering heat before wanting more disrupts their serenity. Warren breathes deep, inhaling Bandou's scent on his clothes and the cozy borrowed ones. The balm restrains his need for excess.
All the while his gentle combing of Bandou's youthfully springy hair gives away nothing. He can hear the smile in every word Bandou says.]
Mm, a secret weapon, is that so?
[A new tool in the arsenal for project 'relieve the gentleman of his chapeau'.]
Careful, you know I'm enough of a bastard to use it.
[oh he's well aware that Warren will take any chance afforded to him. This time, however, Bandou has the advantage of confidence on his side. There's a tinge of arrogance to his snort. Or perhaps better classified as a scheming snicker.]
It's not a secret weapon if I told you you can do it.
[though he quickly revokes that permission, clasping into Warren's wrist and forcing the lovely head pats to cease. The attention he's been paying to that sensitive spot at Warren's neck is also abandoned, all for the sake of his next smooth move.
Bandou props himself up, pinning that captured wrist against the mattress beside Warren's head. He looks down upon his lover, that rare grin of confidence shining on his face.]
[My, my. What a difference a little confidence makes in a man. Warren feigns helplessness against being manhandled. The emotional hit, that's real at least. He likes this.
Part of him already wants to spread his legs wantonly. Not yet, though, he mostly feels comfortable in a way that would have been lost completely for all time if not for Masaferry. Friendship that seems to gel into the cracks within Warren to keep him together.
His wrist is cool to the touch. There is a pulse, so glacially slow and weak it's hardly detectable in his blue veins. The idiot smiles at Bandou - at Saburouta - and adjusts himself to raise his other hand above his head as well. One wrist under him already and the other being offered alongside.]
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Date: 2025-03-05 08:19 am (UTC)[The caress of Bandou's kiss departs and only then does Warren's quietly quivering emotions settle, like the petals of an upended rose. Vampires are classically predators but they are prey, too. Hierarchical, driven instinctively to conquer. Or be conquest.
The truth might never pass Warren's lips. It's up to Bandou to see how he submits in intimate moments, to see that Warren thinks of him as more of a crownbearer than his red king.
Thankfully the closeness of his lover's mouth fades to a lingering heat before wanting more disrupts their serenity. Warren breathes deep, inhaling Bandou's scent on his clothes and the cozy borrowed ones. The balm restrains his need for excess.
All the while his gentle combing of Bandou's youthfully springy hair gives away nothing. He can hear the smile in every word Bandou says.]
Mm, a secret weapon, is that so?
[A new tool in the arsenal for project 'relieve the gentleman of his chapeau'.]
Careful, you know I'm enough of a bastard to use it.
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Date: 2025-03-13 05:56 am (UTC)It's not a secret weapon if I told you you can do it.
[though he quickly revokes that permission, clasping into Warren's wrist and forcing the lovely head pats to cease. The attention he's been paying to that sensitive spot at Warren's neck is also abandoned, all for the sake of his next smooth move.
Bandou props himself up, pinning that captured wrist against the mattress beside Warren's head.
He looks down upon his lover, that rare grin of confidence shining on his face.]
Idiot.
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Date: 2025-03-25 01:58 am (UTC)Part of him already wants to spread his legs wantonly. Not yet, though, he mostly feels comfortable in a way that would have been lost completely for all time if not for Masaferry. Friendship that seems to gel into the cracks within Warren to keep him together.
His wrist is cool to the touch. There is a pulse, so glacially slow and weak it's hardly detectable in his blue veins. The idiot smiles at Bandou - at Saburouta - and adjusts himself to raise his other hand above his head as well. One wrist under him already and the other being offered alongside.]
Telling you to do it makes it no less a weapon.
['killing me softly']
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Date: 2025-04-01 09:12 am (UTC)Guess I'll have to take both your arms hostage then~
[That second offered wrist is quickly pinned into place amongst the soft cushions of his bedding.]
I can have secret weapons, too.