"I don't cultivate partners. Unlike you, I'm a busy man." He lets his eyes travel the slope of Spriggs' body. It's not a type he usually prefers, but there's something too the softer side of things. Or maybe it's the fucking flowers. He can still almost taste them and feel the tickle along his skin. That must be it.
He moves his hand away before it gets wet and cups Lucius' cheek, resting his thumb along his lower lip in an almost tender gesture. He can feel the heat of it even through the glove.
"I don't plan to tell you. That's your problem. You talk too much and act too little. But I will show you." He crooks his thumb then, pressing along the edge of Lucius' lower teeth even as he steps closer, feeling the boy's heat like a living thing. He bears his own teeth at it but by that time he is lingering near Lucius' ear, expression out of sight.
"You'll need more than a nap when I'm done." He says it against Lucius' ear, softly but with intention and uses his own weight to press him against the wall. Fuck there's something nice about that. The give of him. He tries to ignore this, pressing his free hand against the wall as well to brace himself, feeling the heat of Lucius hip against his thumb.
He drags his mouth from the lobe of the boy's ear, finding the pulse in his neck, mouthing it, dragging his teeth just lightly against Lucius' skin and ending in a nip just to get the boy's blood going. All the while he keeps an ear out for any sound, keeps his body attuned to feel any twitch or any quiver of muscle. A body isn't too different from the sea if you learn how to read its moods.
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He moves his hand away before it gets wet and cups Lucius' cheek, resting his thumb along his lower lip in an almost tender gesture. He can feel the heat of it even through the glove.
"I don't plan to tell you. That's your problem. You talk too much and act too little. But I will show you." He crooks his thumb then, pressing along the edge of Lucius' lower teeth even as he steps closer, feeling the boy's heat like a living thing. He bears his own teeth at it but by that time he is lingering near Lucius' ear, expression out of sight.
"You'll need more than a nap when I'm done." He says it against Lucius' ear, softly but with intention and uses his own weight to press him against the wall. Fuck there's something nice about that. The give of him. He tries to ignore this, pressing his free hand against the wall as well to brace himself, feeling the heat of Lucius hip against his thumb.
He drags his mouth from the lobe of the boy's ear, finding the pulse in his neck, mouthing it, dragging his teeth just lightly against Lucius' skin and ending in a nip just to get the boy's blood going. All the while he keeps an ear out for any sound, keeps his body attuned to feel any twitch or any quiver of muscle. A body isn't too different from the sea if you learn how to read its moods.