How literal of him. Of all the things Jack had thought of on the way back, some of them glancing off to other people, some of them getting pretty explicit with bodies besides his own. That he actually went for it and...
Dude was built. More than that. He had that almost too-perfect renaissance ideal kind of quality to him despite the warmth of his skin. Even people who weren't evokers, they must have found it tempting. Yes, that's what he was, tempting all over. Even in the halflight. And he knew it, even down to the motions within the sway of his body; knew exactly what he was and what he was doing.
He would have been the envy of so many courtiers. All this, and not a mark on him. Not even a tattoo. Funny then perhaps the way he'd been thinking of Zephyr's, though that thought left Zephyr pretty quick once the last button gave way and somehow he'd gotten those slacks of his inched down, just enough on his hips to give so much away and yet still not enough at all.
Zephyr hardly even realized he had his hand on the fly of his jeans until one of his rings pinged on the zipper.
"Now, that's an excellent move too," he said. "Lemme guess, no touching what I want till I giveitup?"
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How literal of him. Of all the things Jack had thought of on the way back, some of them glancing off to other people, some of them getting pretty explicit with bodies besides his own. That he actually went for it and...
Dude was built. More than that. He had that almost too-perfect renaissance ideal kind of quality to him despite the warmth of his skin. Even people who weren't evokers, they must have found it tempting. Yes, that's what he was, tempting all over. Even in the halflight. And he knew it, even down to the motions within the sway of his body; knew exactly what he was and what he was doing.
He would have been the envy of so many courtiers. All this, and not a mark on him. Not even a tattoo. Funny then perhaps the way he'd been thinking of Zephyr's, though that thought left Zephyr pretty quick once the last button gave way and somehow he'd gotten those slacks of his inched down, just enough on his hips to give so much away and yet still not enough at all.
Zephyr hardly even realized he had his hand on the fly of his jeans until one of his rings pinged on the zipper.
"Now, that's an excellent move too," he said. "Lemme guess, no touching what I want till I giveitup?"
Loosing spectacularly. Sometimes? It was awesome.