[Red Son is, at his core, a craftsman. He understood intimately well how much work went into creating something, especially with such fine details. Magic could be used to take many shortcuts, to accomplish a lot of things, but he chose to do something with his hands, to make things the hard way because it was Different and because what came out was immensely satisfying. How could he not show at least a little respect for something that clearly took a lot of work?]
[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.
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Date: Apr. 17th, 2023 10:59 pm (UTC)[Its much the same way he appreciates her power. He grew up with the emphasis of power being important,, the second most important thing, second only to family. The fact was, if Saya wasn't as powerful as she was, Red Son probably wouldn't be in bed with her right now. The power was as much part of the attraction as her appearance and persistent kindness, but it was a lot easier for him to accept that he was attracted to the power over the kindness. He would be far too nervous to admit to that, it opened up a vibrant green box he wasn't willing to deal with quite yet.]
[But power? To Red Son, it was an objective fact that to be powerful was to be incredibly attractive. It made it easy to fall into bed with her because she made sense in so many ways, that let him be put into this vulnerable position to explore something new.]
[There is the soft buzz at the approving sound, hands squeezing briefly before one drifts up, running claws lightly along her back, digging in just a bit as she bites down again, the second one making his squirm and whine at another burst of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. A soft crackle in the air from the smoldering embers in his hair. Not a proper ignition, but certainly affected.]
[It takes a few moments for him to realize she's pulled away from his neck, opening his eyes and lowering his chin enough to look at her, breath hitching at her gaze. At the distinct feeling of being in a predator's gaze, his pupil's dilating, face growing red, anticipation and want clear on his face, as his gaze follows her to the knot. His hands move with little more prompting, hesitation more from distraction as she kisses him. Pressing into it with a hungry desperation, moaning as he feels another teasing bite.]
[But then there is the order that curls to the base of his spine and his fingers get to work. At least when he starts, he doesn't struggle. Perhaps because his fingers are used to delicate work of tinkering and spell crafting. (Really, its because he's worn plenty of laced up clothing himself over the years.)] You know, when I read the books, I thought they would be overstating how intense biting could be. I knew it was important, biologically speaking, but I didn't expect them to actually be fairly accurate. [Its a teasing murmur as he begins to tug loose the laces. Each movement was smooth, controlled, not as fast as he could make it. Drawing out each lace with care, to avoid straining the eyelet, and to tease her longer.]
[Anticipation was very important, after all.]
Even after you left, I waited...oh, an hour? Two? Before I healed them. I liked how they felt. [His own face is flushed and there is a bit of a breathless air to his words that undercuts his attempts to be teasing. The candles in the room have also grown brighter.]
[It was a way to avoid setting himself on fire too much, to just bolster a nearby fire source and still achieve that venting affect.] It felt like a shame to get rid of them.
[He pulls loose the cord and lets it drop to the side, pushing aside the dark fabric, his eyes trailing over her. Biting his lip briefly, fingers tracing over the red jewel and there was the red and gold again. His hands trail up from there, a soft trace over her skin, gaze lidded.] Its very good I don't need to breathe because you are truly breathtaking. [His words heated, the candles growing brighter, his hands trailing over his breasts, touch still gentle and exploratory, but breath hitching all the same.] How someone so dangerous is still so soft is a wonder.