[ Seduced. The word sends a little thrill through him, heat pooling low in his belly and hips as Liem accepts him. The spread of the man's hands across Set's chest, cool where he is a veritable furnace of heat, grounds him as he drops a hand lower. Lower still, until he can drag his fingers across the back of Liem's leg and dig into the muscle just below the curve of his backside. A strong grip, used to spread him open a little further as Set tips him backwards and slips between his thighs as he guides him down to the bed. His other hand remains steady upon his waist, moving only as he descends with the other, to the dip in the small of his back to best keep him from feeling like he will fall.
Set is strong, undoubtedly. There is a fluid, wild ease in which he can handle the body of another adult, every inch of him working in graceful tandem to settle Liem into the bed and curve over him. To mouth along that small smile and push his face along Liem's jaw, sucking open-mouthed kisses across the pale skin, until the cool, bruisy-blue color follows in his wake. It would be easy, to leave his hands where they are and fade pieces of himself to sand to work clothes from Liem's body, but he doesn't — instead, he glides the hand upon the other's waist to the front of his jacket and rolls his thumb and index finger across the buttons of his clothes to free them from eyeholes.
His mouth dips to Liem's throat, nosing aside collar and urging him to stretch up, to bring himself a little more to bare. He holds himself so resolutely, grips himself with a fervor to be small and unnoticed and hidden and all it does it make Set want to rip him open and look at every inch of him. ]
— do not be shy, either. I will treat you well.
[ With all the audacity of a god, he declares it, and brings one of Liem's hands up to the little clasp holding the high collar of his robes around his throat. And Set dives again, this time to slip onto the mattress and leverage Liem's legs apart with his own hips, pushing against him and down over him as he bites toothless kisses along his neck and jaw and over the line of his ear from lobe to tip. ]
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Set is strong, undoubtedly. There is a fluid, wild ease in which he can handle the body of another adult, every inch of him working in graceful tandem to settle Liem into the bed and curve over him. To mouth along that small smile and push his face along Liem's jaw, sucking open-mouthed kisses across the pale skin, until the cool, bruisy-blue color follows in his wake. It would be easy, to leave his hands where they are and fade pieces of himself to sand to work clothes from Liem's body, but he doesn't — instead, he glides the hand upon the other's waist to the front of his jacket and rolls his thumb and index finger across the buttons of his clothes to free them from eyeholes.
His mouth dips to Liem's throat, nosing aside collar and urging him to stretch up, to bring himself a little more to bare. He holds himself so resolutely, grips himself with a fervor to be small and unnoticed and hidden and all it does it make Set want to rip him open and look at every inch of him. ]
— do not be shy, either. I will treat you well.
[ With all the audacity of a god, he declares it, and brings one of Liem's hands up to the little clasp holding the high collar of his robes around his throat. And Set dives again, this time to slip onto the mattress and leverage Liem's legs apart with his own hips, pushing against him and down over him as he bites toothless kisses along his neck and jaw and over the line of his ear from lobe to tip. ]