But, I'm proud of it. [ Petulance drips from his tone.
Shanks indulges him more often than not, so it grates a little when he doesn't immediately get his way. Spoiled, and rotten for it in the way that an animal well-fed on treats and love can be. Even as hands begin to wander his body, he sticks to what he wants; to show Shanks what he's had purchased for him would be one more feather in his cap, something to be smug and satisfied over. Yet, as he feels his robe being tugged apart, his own sense of what he wants begins to rapidly, irrevocably, become tied up in his husband's wants and needs. It's a sickness, and he's pleased to be infected with it.
Quieted by the kiss, he reaches down to part his robe around Shanks's body, leaving it to drape like a curtain around him — long and pale and naked below, he arches his spine and pushes his hips forward to flaunt himself to Shanks. ]
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Shanks indulges him more often than not, so it grates a little when he doesn't immediately get his way. Spoiled, and rotten for it in the way that an animal well-fed on treats and love can be. Even as hands begin to wander his body, he sticks to what he wants; to show Shanks what he's had purchased for him would be one more feather in his cap, something to be smug and satisfied over. Yet, as he feels his robe being tugged apart, his own sense of what he wants begins to rapidly, irrevocably, become tied up in his husband's wants and needs. It's a sickness, and he's pleased to be infected with it.
Quieted by the kiss, he reaches down to part his robe around Shanks's body, leaving it to drape like a curtain around him — long and pale and naked below, he arches his spine and pushes his hips forward to flaunt himself to Shanks. ]
You're lucky I came to bed for this.