But at the same time, he would never willingly let someone else take control of him. Never, ever.
There's a bit of a conflict here.
He lets the door click shut behind him, his eyes raking up and down Adelis's body as he does. With one hand he reaches out again, grasping his shoulder to gently turn the smaller man to face him. ]
I don't plan on keeping you waiting long.
[ His voice is neutral, speaking to a soldier who has come to see him while he's in the middle of something else.
In truth, there's a small, nervous part of him--this is not going to be anything like Kaeya. Adelis will be his second, the first after Kaeya. Kaeya bent so easily under his will; he doubts this will go the same way. ]
But let me look at you first. [ To at least admire his second.
He steps close to Adelis, right into his personal space--scarcely an inch separates them at this point. Amber eyes pierce into blue, studying him. Not trying to dismantle him, no, but admiring him as art. To picture the flush on his face and how he might look undressed, in the throes of ecstasy.
His free hand reaches up and gingerly removes the glasses on his face, carefully setting them aside on a nearby counter. When the hand comes back, a finger makes a feather-light trail beneath his chin, lifting Adelis's face to look up at him.
Better.
Trahearne's head dips as he kisses Adelis; gently does he press their lips together, but the soft contact is betrayed by how harshly his teeth dig, scrape against Adelis's mouth. ]
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But at the same time, he would never willingly let someone else take control of him. Never, ever.
There's a bit of a conflict here.
He lets the door click shut behind him, his eyes raking up and down Adelis's body as he does. With one hand he reaches out again, grasping his shoulder to gently turn the smaller man to face him. ]
I don't plan on keeping you waiting long.
[ His voice is neutral, speaking to a soldier who has come to see him while he's in the middle of something else.
In truth, there's a small, nervous part of him--this is not going to be anything like Kaeya. Adelis will be his second, the first after Kaeya. Kaeya bent so easily under his will; he doubts this will go the same way. ]
But let me look at you first. [ To at least admire his second.
He steps close to Adelis, right into his personal space--scarcely an inch separates them at this point. Amber eyes pierce into blue, studying him. Not trying to dismantle him, no, but admiring him as art. To picture the flush on his face and how he might look undressed, in the throes of ecstasy.
His free hand reaches up and gingerly removes the glasses on his face, carefully setting them aside on a nearby counter. When the hand comes back, a finger makes a feather-light trail beneath his chin, lifting Adelis's face to look up at him.
Better.
Trahearne's head dips as he kisses Adelis; gently does he press their lips together, but the soft contact is betrayed by how harshly his teeth dig, scrape against Adelis's mouth. ]