[As stunning as the lightning itself is something uniquely said as if it was meant to be complimentary. Even from mortals, it is more than a rarity; they are an impossibility. Even those who summon him only do with the fear of him being turned against them.
In this moment, he can admit there is a unique attraction in being condescended to rather than feared.
Perhaps a unique attraction in -- desire.
His swallow is heavy, a movement underneath the skin that Ramuh's mouth is wretchedly close to. An impossible intimacy. There have been so few men... and so much death between them.]
I hide nothing. [That is true in all things. And if pleasure is what Ramuh should want from him, he only hopes such a thing is still possible. What fleeting glimpses.
They are understood. Bahamut parts his lips with only some resistance, planting a hand on Ramuh's chest as if to anchor him in place. And he does, when his claws grow, sinking into skin, grazing Ramuh's explorations with his sharpened fangs. When they part for breath, his eyes glint like sharpened knives. His tongue burns from the taste of the levin.] Is the wine for now, or after?
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In this moment, he can admit there is a unique attraction in being condescended to rather than feared.
Perhaps a unique attraction in -- desire.
His swallow is heavy, a movement underneath the skin that Ramuh's mouth is wretchedly close to. An impossible intimacy. There have been so few men... and so much death between them.]
I hide nothing. [That is true in all things. And if pleasure is what Ramuh should want from him, he only hopes such a thing is still possible. What fleeting glimpses.
They are understood. Bahamut parts his lips with only some resistance, planting a hand on Ramuh's chest as if to anchor him in place. And he does, when his claws grow, sinking into skin, grazing Ramuh's explorations with his sharpened fangs. When they part for breath, his eyes glint like sharpened knives. His tongue burns from the taste of the levin.] Is the wine for now, or after?