[A terrible, terrible mess of an already messy room. Waver marks where empty spaces of stone floor are absently; it's be a shame to ruin those papers and whatever's on them. He never looks; avoids them even.
It's just a flicker of attention at best. All of his focus is narrowing on the man who carried him in here and is underneath him now.]
All mine? Whatever I want?
[Waver cards his fingers through Iskandar's thick crimson locks as he savors every kiss and bite and hums thoughtfully.]
Speaking of plans, I'd say someone was looking forward to something like this...
[I think people being bossy of you is a turn on, hm? How many would have dared in your life?
Waver's skin feels like it's on fire underneath the soaked chiton clinging to him like a second skin. Droplets of water trickle down him as he stares down at Iskandar with increasing hunger and he licks his lips, uncaring of how wet the bedspread is getting beneath them. Whatever he wishes? He smiles slowly as he deliberately grinds his hips against Iskandar from where he's straddling his lap and slowly palms Iskandar's chest before pinching a nipple between his fingertips and his lover's own soaked clothes. Waver rolls the nub between his fingers, curious about how the friction of the wet fabric would feel against Iskandar's skin.]
cw: NSFW -> continued from Book party, April 29
It's just a flicker of attention at best. All of his focus is narrowing on the man who carried him in here and is underneath him now.]
All mine? Whatever I want?
[Waver cards his fingers through Iskandar's thick crimson locks as he savors every kiss and bite and hums thoughtfully.]
Speaking of plans, I'd say someone was looking forward to something like this...
[I think people being bossy of you is a turn on, hm? How many would have dared in your life?
Waver's skin feels like it's on fire underneath the soaked chiton clinging to him like a second skin. Droplets of water trickle down him as he stares down at Iskandar with increasing hunger and he licks his lips, uncaring of how wet the bedspread is getting beneath them. Whatever he wishes? He smiles slowly as he deliberately grinds his hips against Iskandar from where he's straddling his lap and slowly palms Iskandar's chest before pinching a nipple between his fingertips and his lover's own soaked clothes. Waver rolls the nub between his fingers, curious about how the friction of the wet fabric would feel against Iskandar's skin.]