[Moreover, he likes the way his efforts make his brother's eyes go glassy, a distant and passion-clouded haze distracting him from his usual sharp clarity and keen wit. No one can entice the lord of the underworld to go slack like this, to give himself over to sensation instead of reason — no one but Dima, the most privileged, the special.
The little meadow where they've landed is far from his own wilds; he has no control over this place, not the way he would above. And yet he knows from experience that these will still bend to his own will a little, more as a courtesy granted by Yuri's affection than out of any birthright.
The moongrass starts to grow in clever places, elongating and twisting its leaves together until it forms tendrils, until they grow up and across Yuri's bare and glowing skin; thicker ones coil around his thighs to help hold his legs back and open, while another skims milky-slick over his hip in search of the reddened jut of his cock. Others, thinner still but no less devilish, wind down to press themselves past Yuri's entrance, joining his tongue, and the inner stimulation magnifies as what was previously one demanding tongue becomes several points of writhing, rubbing along his inner walls, filthy and incessant.]
Let my attentions take you, beloved. Let them drive you mad.
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[Moreover, he likes the way his efforts make his brother's eyes go glassy, a distant and passion-clouded haze distracting him from his usual sharp clarity and keen wit. No one can entice the lord of the underworld to go slack like this, to give himself over to sensation instead of reason — no one but Dima, the most privileged, the special.
The little meadow where they've landed is far from his own wilds; he has no control over this place, not the way he would above. And yet he knows from experience that these will still bend to his own will a little, more as a courtesy granted by Yuri's affection than out of any birthright.
The moongrass starts to grow in clever places, elongating and twisting its leaves together until it forms tendrils, until they grow up and across Yuri's bare and glowing skin; thicker ones coil around his thighs to help hold his legs back and open, while another skims milky-slick over his hip in search of the reddened jut of his cock. Others, thinner still but no less devilish, wind down to press themselves past Yuri's entrance, joining his tongue, and the inner stimulation magnifies as what was previously one demanding tongue becomes several points of writhing, rubbing along his inner walls, filthy and incessant.]
Let my attentions take you, beloved. Let them drive you mad.