It did help, probably more than Davrin even knew. Learning what he wanted - accepting what he wanted. That he wanted.
That he could have.
"Mierda."
Lucanis' favorite curse, hissed out through gritted teeth, half a groan. He pressed another kiss to Davrin's mouth, more teeth, a little clumsy but full of so much of that want that was burning him up inside. Even Spite's shouted encouragement couldn't distract him - he was used to ignoring the demon. Damn it all Davrin was determined to kill him with how he was drawing this out. The leg hooked around Davrin's pulled closer and he tugged the shirt up, hands moving to the front to find the buttons. He was not going to rip the shirt off, thank you, he had paid good money for it and he respected the tailor's work too much.
no subject
That he could have.
"Mierda."
Lucanis' favorite curse, hissed out through gritted teeth, half a groan. He pressed another kiss to Davrin's mouth, more teeth, a little clumsy but full of so much of that want that was burning him up inside. Even Spite's shouted encouragement couldn't distract him - he was used to ignoring the demon. Damn it all Davrin was determined to kill him with how he was drawing this out. The leg hooked around Davrin's pulled closer and he tugged the shirt up, hands moving to the front to find the buttons. He was not going to rip the shirt off, thank you, he had paid good money for it and he respected the tailor's work too much.