Faelyn was a creature of comfort, having been so very used to being spoiled in his years as a free man, and the thought of being taken with nothing but spit was not something that was appealing to him. Sure there was the odd night that it had happened, but he enjoyed being taken care of, made to be brought to a shuddering, sighing mess. There was no need for discomfort in that.
In all logic, Faelyn knew he was the taller one here, even if only by a marginal degree, but the way he leaned made him look up at Ruth, playing into the idea of being small and helpless. His kiss was once more a hungry thing, deepening it in his need. He couldn't help the fact that the beginnings of his excitement was a somewhat noticeable thing, pressed as they were, and the archivist wasn't about to apologize for it. It had been thousands of years after all.
Arms came to rest on Ruth's shoulders, pulling him just that bit closer, nipping lightly at his lower lip. Enough to be felt but not enough to be pained. He didn't know where the lines were.
In all logic, Faelyn knew he was the taller one here, even if only by a marginal degree, but the way he leaned made him look up at Ruth, playing into the idea of being small and helpless. His kiss was once more a hungry thing, deepening it in his need. He couldn't help the fact that the beginnings of his excitement was a somewhat noticeable thing, pressed as they were, and the archivist wasn't about to apologize for it. It had been thousands of years after all.
Arms came to rest on Ruth's shoulders, pulling him just that bit closer, nipping lightly at his lower lip. Enough to be felt but not enough to be pained. He didn't know where the lines were.
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