A slow smirk curved Deyran’s lips, his fingers tracing the back of his hand with deliberate ease, as if he were testing the patience of the moment itself. His sharp, teasing eyes caught Alaric’s in the dim light, holding them just a second too long before he tilted his head slightly, the gesture almost conspiratorial.
Deyran’s gaze flicked down for just a heartbeat before returning to Alaric’s, his words rolling off his tongue with an edge of playful arrogance.
He leaned in slightly, blurring the line between them, the air crackling with unspoken tension.
The pause that followed wasn’t simply an absence of words; it was deliberate, simmering. Deyran’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s, then slid—subtly, almost lazily—down the length of his body. He paused just long enough at Alaric's behind for a mischievous glint to flash in his eyes. It was a game, and Deyran played to win.
When his eyes finally returned to Alaric’s, the smirk softened, but his intent remained sharp. There was something almost possessive in the shift, a quiet hunger wrapped in silk.
Deyran’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of reflection softening his gaze.
He let the weight of his words sink in, the corner of his lips lifting in that maddening, knowing smile—the kind that promised mischief and magic in equal measure.
You’re right,he murmured, his voice laced with that signature, daring charm.
I don’t play in the shallow end.
Deyran’s gaze flicked down for just a heartbeat before returning to Alaric’s, his words rolling off his tongue with an edge of playful arrogance.
Stubbornness, skill, luck—he let the words hang, lowering his voice enough to draw Alaric in closer, mischief sparking in his eyes as if he were sharing a dangerous secret.
I’ve got them all.
He leaned in slightly, blurring the line between them, the air crackling with unspoken tension.
But what I’m after? Well...Deyran savored the moment, letting the silence thrum with anticipation.
Let’s just say I don’t mind a little danger if the reward is worth it.
The pause that followed wasn’t simply an absence of words; it was deliberate, simmering. Deyran’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s, then slid—subtly, almost lazily—down the length of his body. He paused just long enough at Alaric's behind for a mischievous glint to flash in his eyes. It was a game, and Deyran played to win.
When his eyes finally returned to Alaric’s, the smirk softened, but his intent remained sharp. There was something almost possessive in the shift, a quiet hunger wrapped in silk.
Though...he said clearly, biting his lower lip, an enticing offer spreading before his eyes.
Truth is... some things are truly priceless.
Deyran’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of reflection softening his gaze.
If only I’d thought that way before,he considered, as he might not have gotten as hurt.
Hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble.
He let the weight of his words sink in, the corner of his lips lifting in that maddening, knowing smile—the kind that promised mischief and magic in equal measure.
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