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"As you said, I'm a struggle to read." Ivory replied simply once pulling away and taking in the man below him. He couldn't though, not for long - not if he wanted to be reminded of the guilt that was boiling in his stomach. Here he was, happy to please the Prince under any means necessary now that they both decided it would be okay, only for his ancestors and his friends screaming within his mind about how what he was doing was no different than what he was doing before; being a servant to the Prince, a dog eager to do as his master was told.
He was only human, right? Though he doubt that was what the King and Queen saw him as. No matter, he was just a man - a man with human desires, how much more proof did he need? Elior represented everything wrong with not only his own life but for the lives of his entire people, yet he found himself almost nuzzling the other's hand as it ran through his black locks, that purr reaching his throat. He knew he ought to use their closeness to simply put Elior out of his misery, perhaps offer some kisses to his neck before using his sharp teeth to rip out his throat. Maybe, if he wanted to be truly sympathetic, simply snap the man's neck once he had Elior out on all fours, begging for him.
Instead, he was offering eager kisses to the other's cheek and neck as he caught his breath. He wanted so desperately to lean into this momentary bliss; a moment where he could forget the consequences of their actions, of who they were and what they meant to their own people. Was it selfish? Maybe. Absolutely. Maybe. He listened intently to Elior's breathing as he spoke, the feeling of the fire warming his back as a hand moved under the other's pajama shirt to feel his skin.
"There's nothing I would rather do in this moment then fuck you until you're begging me to have mercy on you," Ivory spoke, once against blunt - however, his voice was hushed, as if speaking aloud despite whispering it directly into Elior's ear. "Though if that isn't what you want, I won't do it. I'm not here to torture you., Elior."
He was only human, right? Though he doubt that was what the King and Queen saw him as. No matter, he was just a man - a man with human desires, how much more proof did he need? Elior represented everything wrong with not only his own life but for the lives of his entire people, yet he found himself almost nuzzling the other's hand as it ran through his black locks, that purr reaching his throat. He knew he ought to use their closeness to simply put Elior out of his misery, perhaps offer some kisses to his neck before using his sharp teeth to rip out his throat. Maybe, if he wanted to be truly sympathetic, simply snap the man's neck once he had Elior out on all fours, begging for him.
Instead, he was offering eager kisses to the other's cheek and neck as he caught his breath. He wanted so desperately to lean into this momentary bliss; a moment where he could forget the consequences of their actions, of who they were and what they meant to their own people. Was it selfish? Maybe. Absolutely. Maybe. He listened intently to Elior's breathing as he spoke, the feeling of the fire warming his back as a hand moved under the other's pajama shirt to feel his skin.
"There's nothing I would rather do in this moment then fuck you until you're begging me to have mercy on you," Ivory spoke, once against blunt - however, his voice was hushed, as if speaking aloud despite whispering it directly into Elior's ear. "Though if that isn't what you want, I won't do it. I'm not here to torture you., Elior."