Gooseflesh races down the length of Yuri's spine as a tingle of dark anticipation pricks at him from deep within: it has been a long time since they played at the hunt — years, probably — and that prick turns to heat as Dima creeps forwards to touch his lips to the curve of his ankle. It's supplication, a plea, an offering of deference before he lets himself become the beast, and Yuri's lips lift into a smirk as he shifts his foot to pin his brother's head against the ground.
Dima may be about to hunt and claim him, but he won't forget who holds the power here. )
Yes.
( He presses down just a little, just for show, before removing his foot entirely and taking yet another step away. That shimmer begins to swirl around his ankles to creep up the smooth curves of his thighs, his hips, his belly: )
I'll run, and if you can't catch me you'll know you don't deserve to have me. But if you can ...
( At this he chuckles lightly, his gaze caught somewhere between fond and smoldering as the transformation moves over his body. )
I want to feel your teeth.
( The shimmer thickens into something opaque as it envelops him entirely, before dissipating in to nothing almost as quickly as it came on. A sleek deer occupies the space where Yuri stood as a man only moments ago, its coat as soft and snowy as only a creature from myth or legend could possibly be. He blinks at Dima just the once, mischief sparkling around those glassy violet eyes, before spinging over his prone body in an elegant leap and fleeing the confines of his quarters.
This game is best played in nature, and so to the wilds of the Underworld he'll take them. )
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( I want to play our game.
Gooseflesh races down the length of Yuri's spine as a tingle of dark anticipation pricks at him from deep within: it has been a long time since they played at the hunt — years, probably — and that prick turns to heat as Dima creeps forwards to touch his lips to the curve of his ankle. It's supplication, a plea, an offering of deference before he lets himself become the beast, and Yuri's lips lift into a smirk as he shifts his foot to pin his brother's head against the ground.
Dima may be about to hunt and claim him, but he won't forget who holds the power here. )
Yes.
( He presses down just a little, just for show, before removing his foot entirely and taking yet another step away. That shimmer begins to swirl around his ankles to creep up the smooth curves of his thighs, his hips, his belly: )
I'll run, and if you can't catch me you'll know you don't deserve to have me. But if you can ...
( At this he chuckles lightly, his gaze caught somewhere between fond and smoldering as the transformation moves over his body. )
I want to feel your teeth.
( The shimmer thickens into something opaque as it envelops him entirely, before dissipating in to nothing almost as quickly as it came on. A sleek deer occupies the space where Yuri stood as a man only moments ago, its coat as soft and snowy as only a creature from myth or legend could possibly be. He blinks at Dima just the once, mischief sparkling around those glassy violet eyes, before spinging over his prone body in an elegant leap and fleeing the confines of his quarters.
This game is best played in nature, and so to the wilds of the Underworld he'll take them. )