[he can't say he's ever been courted before. beating off fangirls with a stick, maybe, but that feels like a forever and a half ago. and he doesn't have much of a fanclub here.
so it's a strange sort of experience, strange though not unwelcome. he has to suppress a shudder, their encounters in the fog still fresh on his mind; he's being hunted again, being stalked again, but this time he anticipates it. even enjoys it to some degree, the thrill of the hunt. set presents himself and he likes what he sees. he likes it a lot.
kaiba slides closer, close enough to touch, doing so with notable eagerness. he skims hands over scales, delicate fingers tracing firm outlines of muscle. he follows the path of the scars and the sharp angles of his face. and of course he admires his wings, his claws, that tail. he has his full attention now; the rest of the world doesn't even exist.]
You're beautiful.
[so, so beautiful. he can't even deny it. he's a dazzling creature in every conceivable way. anything like distaste or discomfort evaporates and his arrogance along with it. there's a subtle shift in his scent, a clear sign that he's ready for whatever may come. his hazy mind skips several steps ahead, visualizing himself buried beneath this man.]
You can take me. I'll allow it.
[a high honor indeed from his prickly descendant. now he just has to step up and earn it.]
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so it's a strange sort of experience, strange though not unwelcome. he has to suppress a shudder, their encounters in the fog still fresh on his mind; he's being hunted again, being stalked again, but this time he anticipates it. even enjoys it to some degree, the thrill of the hunt. set presents himself and he likes what he sees. he likes it a lot.
kaiba slides closer, close enough to touch, doing so with notable eagerness. he skims hands over scales, delicate fingers tracing firm outlines of muscle. he follows the path of the scars and the sharp angles of his face. and of course he admires his wings, his claws, that tail. he has his full attention now; the rest of the world doesn't even exist.]
You're beautiful.
[so, so beautiful. he can't even deny it. he's a dazzling creature in every conceivable way. anything like distaste or discomfort evaporates and his arrogance along with it. there's a subtle shift in his scent, a clear sign that he's ready for whatever may come. his hazy mind skips several steps ahead, visualizing himself buried beneath this man.]
You can take me. I'll allow it.
[a high honor indeed from his prickly descendant. now he just has to step up and earn it.]