His eyes widen slightly. His lips part slightly, as though to speak - or to close that minute gap between them with the kiss Hythlodaeus withholds. He almost does.
Then his friend sits back further, denying him the chance, all the while smiling in that coy way they have.
His body half-follows before he can stop himself. Sitting back on his heels he exhales in a rush, feeling the ache keenly once more, that steady pulse of arousal which waxes and wanes according to Hythlodaeus' whim. Frustrating. Distracting. And they're still clothed! His hands itch to tear the cloth away, to rut until he finds satisfaction.
Twelve thousand years and he can't even wait five minutes. Hah...
Reluctantly, he slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. He wants control taken from him, to make it all the sweeter when Hythlodaeus finally deigns to have him - or even if he doesn't, he suddenly thinks with a shudder. Perhaps his friend will simply watch as he climaxes with their name on his lips. Hythlodaeus always did find pleasure in watching.
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Then his friend sits back further, denying him the chance, all the while smiling in that coy way they have.
His body half-follows before he can stop himself. Sitting back on his heels he exhales in a rush, feeling the ache keenly once more, that steady pulse of arousal which waxes and wanes according to Hythlodaeus' whim. Frustrating. Distracting. And they're still clothed! His hands itch to tear the cloth away, to rut until he finds satisfaction.
Twelve thousand years and he can't even wait five minutes. Hah...
Reluctantly, he slips off the bed and kneels on the floor. This is what he wants, he reminds himself. He wants control taken from him, to make it all the sweeter when Hythlodaeus finally deigns to have him - or even if he doesn't, he suddenly thinks with a shudder. Perhaps his friend will simply watch as he climaxes with their name on his lips. Hythlodaeus always did find pleasure in watching.