[ More than a hint of impatience. As lovely as Iorveth's fingers are, he'd rather them replaced with Iorveth's lovely cock. Usually, when he fantasizes, it's about pinning Iorveth down and pressing inside him until the ever-working cogs of his mind grind to a stop, but at this moment, there's nothing more appealing than Iorveth on top of him, neck still dripping a tiny rivulet of blood.
It's already too much and just enough; he drags his nails down Iorveth's scalp to his shoulders, nails pressing little divots into the skin there. ]
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[ More than a hint of impatience. As lovely as Iorveth's fingers are, he'd rather them replaced with Iorveth's lovely cock. Usually, when he fantasizes, it's about pinning Iorveth down and pressing inside him until the ever-working cogs of his mind grind to a stop, but at this moment, there's nothing more appealing than Iorveth on top of him, neck still dripping a tiny rivulet of blood.
It's already too much and just enough; he drags his nails down Iorveth's scalp to his shoulders, nails pressing little divots into the skin there. ]
Darling. I'll kill you if you make me wait.
[ Very romantic, very hinged. ]