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"My family has always considered me stubborn," he replied in his best attempt at a tease, however awkward and strained it came out. He offered a smile though it couldn't really be seen, both due to the shadows as well as just how small it really was. Ivory would be the first to admit to whoever asked that it was for show, but he knew Elior wouldn't push it.
As difficult as it was to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for the Prince, he could quite easily admit that he was a fucking prick. A prick who wouldn't likely be comfortable with the tears that now flowed freely down his bare cheek and chest. The slight shine it offered to his otherwise matte skin only proved to emphasize the curves of his abs and chest as it eventually landed onto his lap.
He was trying, trying harder than he ever had before, to try and hide himself but he couldn't. So, as he watched Elior return from the other room with the silken pajamas, that of which were just a tad bit damp from the moist air, he waited until he was close before getting to his feet and taking the man's hands in his own. There was only a brief moment of tenderness before he forced one of the most passionate kisses he has made on… anyone. He had hoped to do otherwise but Ivory couldn't keep his hands from shaking as he tried to pull Elior close.
He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted to memorize each flavor and texture Elior's lips had to offer. He wanted to make a map out of each curve of the pink flesh, take in each groove and valley. He didn't want to leave each other but he had a point: what else were they to do?
He was a complete outsider.
"… are you sure you're ready to go?" He finally asked once pulling away, his voice small and childlike. Despite his words Ivory's hands still held his cheeks tight to keep him in place. His eyes searched the Prince's with concern, desperate for the other to beg him to stay.
… we can come up with a plan, can't we? I can't imagine living without you like this with me, Elior."
As difficult as it was to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for the Prince, he could quite easily admit that he was a fucking prick. A prick who wouldn't likely be comfortable with the tears that now flowed freely down his bare cheek and chest. The slight shine it offered to his otherwise matte skin only proved to emphasize the curves of his abs and chest as it eventually landed onto his lap.
He was trying, trying harder than he ever had before, to try and hide himself but he couldn't. So, as he watched Elior return from the other room with the silken pajamas, that of which were just a tad bit damp from the moist air, he waited until he was close before getting to his feet and taking the man's hands in his own. There was only a brief moment of tenderness before he forced one of the most passionate kisses he has made on… anyone. He had hoped to do otherwise but Ivory couldn't keep his hands from shaking as he tried to pull Elior close.
He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted to memorize each flavor and texture Elior's lips had to offer. He wanted to make a map out of each curve of the pink flesh, take in each groove and valley. He didn't want to leave each other but he had a point: what else were they to do?
He was a complete outsider.
"… are you sure you're ready to go?" He finally asked once pulling away, his voice small and childlike. Despite his words Ivory's hands still held his cheeks tight to keep him in place. His eyes searched the Prince's with concern, desperate for the other to beg him to stay.
… we can come up with a plan, can't we? I can't imagine living without you like this with me, Elior."