[ In many ways, men rapidly became Set's favorite prey to harry and hunt. They are easy to toy with, possessed of more ego than they can reasonably control — all to their detriment. They hunger, they strain for things with rough hands and cruel mouths. And all he knows, is that Liem is not like that. Certainly, he has a hungry mouth and teeth that have buried themselves into Set's throat before, but each and every time his nose has scented the rise of ardor upon Liem's skin — he has sent him away, asked him to go.
It is very gentle of him, and telling, of the manner of man he is. Unlike the others Set has known, has thought of as prey. He thinks of Liem as a pleasant friend, one who he wants to spend time with. Being close with him, being intimate with him, is something he wants — and he will fake confidence in knowing what to do, because he has been a man with a wife for countless centuries. How can it be so different, really? ]
Good.
[ Unreserved in the fondness that crawls into his tone, he laughs into Liem's ear before he kisses him properly. The dip of his tongue into Liem's mouth a skilled thing, where coming to lay with a man as a dominant partner is — well, quite new to him. ( Sorry Liem, he's picturing what he'd do with a woman... ) But, still. He's sweetly hungry for it, because Liem kisses like he's always been waiting to be kissed.
And it's very, very sweet. Unlike what men are, what they do. Set hums into the kiss, hands tightening on Liem's waist a little, to lift him higher and onto his toes. Communion makes for a handy tool, so that he does not have to artlessly break apart to maneuver them. First, he shows Liem his mental map of the interior of the shrine — where all the bits and baubles lay, so he does not trip, and then he brushes his intentions upon him. Asking him to step back and move toward the day bed tucked along the wall, heavy with plush throws and thin pillows — an indulgence, rather than a necessity for a god who does not require sleep.
You are lovely, he compliments faintly, nudging his mouth a little lower upon Liem's own, to draw his bottom lip between his own sharp teeth without seeking to bite him rudely. ( At the least, he knows how he would not want to be treated by a man, and endeavors not to hurt his partner in such a way. Not Liem. ) And so hungry, too.
He does break, in brief, to add verbally, smiling like a fiend all the while: ] You have been so good to me all night. Polite, genteel, a wonderful date — you will let me have my way with you, yes? Liem?
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It is very gentle of him, and telling, of the manner of man he is. Unlike the others Set has known, has thought of as prey. He thinks of Liem as a pleasant friend, one who he wants to spend time with. Being close with him, being intimate with him, is something he wants — and he will fake confidence in knowing what to do, because he has been a man with a wife for countless centuries. How can it be so different, really? ]
Good.
[ Unreserved in the fondness that crawls into his tone, he laughs into Liem's ear before he kisses him properly. The dip of his tongue into Liem's mouth a skilled thing, where coming to lay with a man as a dominant partner is — well, quite new to him. ( Sorry Liem, he's picturing what he'd do with a woman... ) But, still. He's sweetly hungry for it, because Liem kisses like he's always been waiting to be kissed.
And it's very, very sweet. Unlike what men are, what they do. Set hums into the kiss, hands tightening on Liem's waist a little, to lift him higher and onto his toes. Communion makes for a handy tool, so that he does not have to artlessly break apart to maneuver them. First, he shows Liem his mental map of the interior of the shrine — where all the bits and baubles lay, so he does not trip, and then he brushes his intentions upon him. Asking him to step back and move toward the day bed tucked along the wall, heavy with plush throws and thin pillows — an indulgence, rather than a necessity for a god who does not require sleep.
You are lovely, he compliments faintly, nudging his mouth a little lower upon Liem's own, to draw his bottom lip between his own sharp teeth without seeking to bite him rudely. ( At the least, he knows how he would not want to be treated by a man, and endeavors not to hurt his partner in such a way. Not Liem. ) And so hungry, too.
He does break, in brief, to add verbally, smiling like a fiend all the while: ] You have been so good to me all night. Polite, genteel, a wonderful date — you will let me have my way with you, yes? Liem?