[ Liem gives himself. Is it any wonder that Set's laughter, bubbling from deep within his chest, is so light and carefree, with that confirmation? He is delighted in a way he rarely is during intimate encounters, little recalling the adoring lovemaking with his wife when the more recent interactions were overbearingly violent. Even in Kenos, filling his loneliness and loss with bodies and drugs and drink, he had not found a reason to make such a warm sound — to feel airy and sweet. Like he can take care of someone, in the way he was not.
His hands continue their steady, unaborted work upon Liem's jacket. Loosening it across his chest, sweeping his fingers under the edges of the lapels to reach for his body underneath; where his mouth touches the lobe of Liem's ear, his tongue curls briefly around the line of the earring he'd placed on him. The pair to the one gleaming within his own hair. Quietly, Set rakes his teeth along Liem's pulse, closing his jaw a little to increase the pressure to counter the sweet pass of his hands.
Breathing out, there's a shivery little sound from him at the contact from cool hands along the line of his warm, warm spine. His robes pool around his hips as he sits up a little, rocking up between Liem's thighs, hands dropping to hold them — to loosen the line of his neck and let his hair fall like blood over his neck, his shoulder. A small, warm smile on his face as he fits those wandering hands to Liem's hipbones, aligning his thumb against them, spreading fingers across his hips. ]
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His hands continue their steady, unaborted work upon Liem's jacket. Loosening it across his chest, sweeping his fingers under the edges of the lapels to reach for his body underneath; where his mouth touches the lobe of Liem's ear, his tongue curls briefly around the line of the earring he'd placed on him. The pair to the one gleaming within his own hair. Quietly, Set rakes his teeth along Liem's pulse, closing his jaw a little to increase the pressure to counter the sweet pass of his hands.
Breathing out, there's a shivery little sound from him at the contact from cool hands along the line of his warm, warm spine. His robes pool around his hips as he sits up a little, rocking up between Liem's thighs, hands dropping to hold them — to loosen the line of his neck and let his hair fall like blood over his neck, his shoulder. A small, warm smile on his face as he fits those wandering hands to Liem's hipbones, aligning his thumb against them, spreading fingers across his hips. ]
Touch me, Liem. To your heart's content.