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- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- 12 pm-10:30 pm (with some exceptions)
- Writing Levels
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- Beginner
- Elementary
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Mystery, Scifi, Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Horror
"Either you genuinely wanted to sleep with me, or you're weak. To me it seems neither answer are... befitting of a future King, hm?" Ivory retorted as he tried to stifle the laugh caught in his throat. To hear these bold claims was surprising above all when they were the perfect words to use against the Prince. He said nothing though, instead focusing on something a bit lighter. If he dwelt upon his anger, there was nothing stopping him from slicing Elior's throat then and there-
A long blink, a laugh. Don't focus on that for now.
"You can call it having a big ego but it may surprise you that I've had quite the few partners flock to my door," Ivory countered as his grip loosened on the other's hair though hesitated to fully release his grip. "I cannot deny that your Nathaniel friend is quite attractive, no doubt. I can see why you ran off in the middle of a diplomatic dinner to let him ravish you, I'm sure." He let go of his grip, though his fingers didn't leave the other's body. No, Ivory's long and skilled digits instead moved to the Prince's collarbones, feeling them with a feathery touch.
He wanted to squeeze down, make those bruises hurt. Blink.
"I would have loved to see your father's reaction to knowing that you like your lovemaking to be so rough, Elior.," he said, his voice hushed as he leaned to speak directly to his ear. "I bet being tied up like this is more enjoyable than you'd like to admit, huh? Being tied up like an animal, easily at my command. You can say you only had a brief lapse in judgement but I know better. I may be no Nathanial but I know quite a bit on how to please my partner."
He then abruptly moved, his smile returning to his lips. He moved off the bed, leaving Elior to his own as he moved to sit in the adjacent chair again. He bit down hard on his food, humming in content at the truffles on his plate.
"Tell me when you'd like me to feed you more berries or truffles . You need to eat."
A long blink, a laugh. Don't focus on that for now.
"You can call it having a big ego but it may surprise you that I've had quite the few partners flock to my door," Ivory countered as his grip loosened on the other's hair though hesitated to fully release his grip. "I cannot deny that your Nathaniel friend is quite attractive, no doubt. I can see why you ran off in the middle of a diplomatic dinner to let him ravish you, I'm sure." He let go of his grip, though his fingers didn't leave the other's body. No, Ivory's long and skilled digits instead moved to the Prince's collarbones, feeling them with a feathery touch.
He wanted to squeeze down, make those bruises hurt. Blink.
"I would have loved to see your father's reaction to knowing that you like your lovemaking to be so rough, Elior.," he said, his voice hushed as he leaned to speak directly to his ear. "I bet being tied up like this is more enjoyable than you'd like to admit, huh? Being tied up like an animal, easily at my command. You can say you only had a brief lapse in judgement but I know better. I may be no Nathanial but I know quite a bit on how to please my partner."
He then abruptly moved, his smile returning to his lips. He moved off the bed, leaving Elior to his own as he moved to sit in the adjacent chair again. He bit down hard on his food, humming in content at the truffles on his plate.
"Tell me when you'd like me to feed you more berries or truffles . You need to eat."