[Set kisses him, and everything in Liem tilts just a little closer to him: heart, body, and mind. He murmurs a soft sound against his mouth as hands at his waist grip tighter, pulling him higher to meet the god's kiss. Other concerns are put entirely aside for the moment; his only cares are for Set's skin beneath his fingers, the taste of his mouth, the solid line of his body when Liem presses closer.
Unlike on previous occasions when they have been this close, when he has tried and failed to put Set's scent and beauty and masculine presence out of his mind, Liem's teeth are still unbloodied and his mind remains clear. And unlike on previous occasions, there can be no doubt that the god wants his eager, hungry attention.
He allows Set to touch his mind and guide him back, across the floor of the shrine and toward the low bed lying to one side. Given their intimacy, the link sparks a small thrill in his belly, nerves tangled with an old and neglected longing — for understanding, for connection. It flares and dies just as quickly as it appeared, leaving him flushing pale and bruise-like in its wake, wanting despite his faint embarrassment. Yes; yes, he is hungry.
Of course he is hungry: for everything Set has to offer him. It has been far too long since anyone has kissed him, or touched him, lent him their desire and their undivided attention. Craving throbs low and dull through him, an old ache now suddenly impossible to ignore.]
Yes. [At the gentle scrape of sharp teeth, Liem's hands slide heavily down from Set's face to his chest, splaying there as he regards Set's smile from beneath lashes gone heavy with desire. A small smile touches his lips as well.] I will. I've been quite thoroughly seduced.
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Unlike on previous occasions when they have been this close, when he has tried and failed to put Set's scent and beauty and masculine presence out of his mind, Liem's teeth are still unbloodied and his mind remains clear. And unlike on previous occasions, there can be no doubt that the god wants his eager, hungry attention.
He allows Set to touch his mind and guide him back, across the floor of the shrine and toward the low bed lying to one side. Given their intimacy, the link sparks a small thrill in his belly, nerves tangled with an old and neglected longing — for understanding, for connection. It flares and dies just as quickly as it appeared, leaving him flushing pale and bruise-like in its wake, wanting despite his faint embarrassment. Yes; yes, he is hungry.
Of course he is hungry: for everything Set has to offer him. It has been far too long since anyone has kissed him, or touched him, lent him their desire and their undivided attention. Craving throbs low and dull through him, an old ache now suddenly impossible to ignore.]
Yes. [At the gentle scrape of sharp teeth, Liem's hands slide heavily down from Set's face to his chest, splaying there as he regards Set's smile from beneath lashes gone heavy with desire. A small smile touches his lips as well.] I will. I've been quite thoroughly seduced.