[ The world tips, and he's here again, with Bull over him, the bite and restriction of robes and the burn of kisses and brandy warm on his mouth. He's already a little breathless by time the kiss ends, straining reflexively against weight and muscle holding him down, even as he tips his head to allow access to his ear, his neck.
And pauses as Bull speaks, eyes opening, sliding to look at the other man's face. This, too, is new -- he knows what a watchword is, obviously, but it's unexpected. Intriguing, like being presented with a new game.
He almost says it, just to commit to memory. Later, once alone again, he might, the shape of qunlat in his mouth as distinct as Bull's forceful kisses pushing past his lips. For now, a mild smile curls his mouth, eyes half-hooded despite the sharp regard he's giving the other man, before he nods. ]
Yes, [ he affords. He braces a knee against Bull's hip, as if an attempt to lever him away, hands abruptly hard against the other man's shoulders -- but the pretence of struggle ends there, challenge bright and knifish. ]
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And pauses as Bull speaks, eyes opening, sliding to look at the other man's face. This, too, is new -- he knows what a watchword is, obviously, but it's unexpected. Intriguing, like being presented with a new game.
He almost says it, just to commit to memory. Later, once alone again, he might, the shape of qunlat in his mouth as distinct as Bull's forceful kisses pushing past his lips. For now, a mild smile curls his mouth, eyes half-hooded despite the sharp regard he's giving the other man, before he nods. ]
Yes, [ he affords. He braces a knee against Bull's hip, as if an attempt to lever him away, hands abruptly hard against the other man's shoulders -- but the pretence of struggle ends there, challenge bright and knifish. ]