[It's the kind of smile that may have drawn an answering expression from Julian, something bright and devious and full of promises, eyebrows arching high. May have done, but it's hard to keep up the tease and the banter in the wake of such words as those, because the fact is they are the kinds of words he wants ( even needs) to hear. Words that have him moving to wrap long and slender arms around the body pressed against him now, pressed close enough to feel the bright beating of his heart like the wings of a bird caught in the cage of his ribs.
And they're true enough words-- there will be no fear of Julian's mark ever being anything but deepest black, because the fact is he lends himself to this role so perfectly it's as though it had been made for him. When his answer comes, his voice is a little heady, a little thick, visible eye heavy-lidded.]
Quite lucky, I should think, to have a submissive so willing to kneel at your feet.
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And they're true enough words-- there will be no fear of Julian's mark ever being anything but deepest black, because the fact is he lends himself to this role so perfectly it's as though it had been made for him. When his answer comes, his voice is a little heady, a little thick, visible eye heavy-lidded.]
Quite lucky, I should think, to have a submissive so willing to kneel at your feet.