[ There are questions to ask. How long ago did it start? Where’d you leave them, that Nevarra, Orlais, Kirkwall didn’t stir it? What exactly were you planning on if you hadn’t liked my answers?
There are better things to do.
Isaac leans in, savours the contact — not long, not to delay the graze of teeth as he pulls back once more, head inclined like the cat still after a canary. Too curious to be entirely self-satisfied, too satisfied with its own curiousity. He has terrible taste; that's never been unique. ]
Show me, [ His grip slackens, twists in turn to settle over Ilias' hand, over Ilias' chest. Skin pressed to skin, to cloth and sluggish glow. Fingers drift exploratory, still tracking the motions of the hand beneath his. A guide. ] What you want.
[ If this is even it; contact kept loose enough to pull away. His other palm slips to rest where muscle meets bone, the overhang of hip beneath cloth. He doesn't really need directions. ]
no subject
There are better things to do.
Isaac leans in, savours the contact — not long, not to delay the graze of teeth as he pulls back once more, head inclined like the cat still after a canary. Too curious to be entirely self-satisfied, too satisfied with its own curiousity. He has terrible taste; that's never been unique. ]
Show me, [ His grip slackens, twists in turn to settle over Ilias' hand, over Ilias' chest. Skin pressed to skin, to cloth and sluggish glow. Fingers drift exploratory, still tracking the motions of the hand beneath his. A guide. ] What you want.
[ If this is even it; contact kept loose enough to pull away. His other palm slips to rest where muscle meets bone, the overhang of hip beneath cloth. He doesn't really need directions. ]