[ there is a smile there at the way Gil reacts, while Rook's own wings were never all that sensitive before (now they are something else and he is still learning to deal with that), he knew that they were sensitive on many others. Gil was clearly one of them. so Rook lets his fingertips continue to trail along the curve, never pressing very hard, making sure that his claws (gold and sharp) never catch, that it is teasing teasing teasing.
even when Gil crawls properly into his lap, Rook moves to keep that slow, teasing brush of his fingertips, curls his other hand easily around his leg, just above his knee. ]
I demand your enjoyment then, can you give me that?
[ will he ever really be comfortable with the power he wields? probably not. and the discomfort he still has shows when Gil asks to call him master, nearly flinches at it. remembers how often Belial demanded that of him, and it was always on the sharper days, when pain overruled pleasure.
it takes a breath, a heartbeat for his fingers to resume moving slowly, for him to open his eyes and look at Gil again instead of the jagged memories behind closed eyes.]
Just Rook, no Sir or master. Are you alright with pet, or would you prefer something else?
[ he hadn't thought about it when he said it, it just slipped out, but now-- well, he refuses to be like the first prince. ]
[ the easting is a lot. it's so much. gil lets out a quiet sigh as he drops his head forward, eyes closing and ripples continue to work their way down his spine from his wings. he bites down on his bottom lip before he finally shakes his head, trying to bring himself back to the conversation. he always finds it so easy to lose himself, especially with someone who knows what the fuck they're doing. he really genuinely loves it. ]
Easily given.
[ his head lifts, just in time to see discomfort flicker across rook's face, brief and fleeting. a bad button, then. duly noted. he smiles faintly and lifts one of his hands so he can run his fingertips down rook's jaw. gil leans in and nuzzles his nose lightly against rook's face, still smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. ]
Just Rook, then. How sweetly intimate.
[ and then there's lips following the same path that his fingers had taken. ]
I like pet; it makes me feel cared for.
[ people like pets. a lot of people like pets more than they like other people. ]
[ Before he felled Belial, before Hell was shaken in more ways than one, Rook always hated what he was. Hated that people sought him out for his abilities, what he could do for other people with his body and powers. Since becoming the Prince, since taking on so much more, Rook... well he still hated it but not quite like before. Now there was more control over himself, over being pulled here and there with a few words and some chanting, now he could refuse any summons, and instead only had those that would come to him. And, considering his known displeasure in the past and his connections to Wrath, most left him alone.
There will still a few, clearly, with Gil sitting his lap, wings fluttering and lust coiling around him slowly. It was enjoyable for Rook though, because there was no demand, just desire born naturally. Rook hums and leans into the touch, just a bit, enjoying the contact and the concession that comes with it. He is still not quite as hard-edged as Belial, still seeks things to be softer, more connected. Warmer, in some sense. ]
Would you like to be taken care of then, pet?
[ The words are soft, spoken hushed as he tips his head back just enough to give Gil more room. Moves his hand up along Gil's thigh to his hip where he strokes against the thin skin gently. ]
You are such a sweet little thing... [ As sweet as any demon could get at least. But Rook is not one to judge, still thinks Gil sweet in his own right, the way he moves and shivers, the way his wings flutter with every movement of Rook's fingertips. ] Tell me what you want, can you do that for me?
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even when Gil crawls properly into his lap, Rook moves to keep that slow, teasing brush of his fingertips, curls his other hand easily around his leg, just above his knee. ]
I demand your enjoyment then, can you give me that?
[ will he ever really be comfortable with the power he wields? probably not. and the discomfort he still has shows when Gil asks to call him master, nearly flinches at it. remembers how often Belial demanded that of him, and it was always on the sharper days, when pain overruled pleasure.
it takes a breath, a heartbeat for his fingers to resume moving slowly, for him to open his eyes and look at Gil again instead of the jagged memories behind closed eyes.]
Just Rook, no Sir or master. Are you alright with pet, or would you prefer something else?
[ he hadn't thought about it when he said it, it just slipped out, but now-- well, he refuses to be like the first prince. ]
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Easily given.
[ his head lifts, just in time to see discomfort flicker across rook's face, brief and fleeting. a bad button, then. duly noted. he smiles faintly and lifts one of his hands so he can run his fingertips down rook's jaw. gil leans in and nuzzles his nose lightly against rook's face, still smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. ]
Just Rook, then. How sweetly intimate.
[ and then there's lips following the same path that his fingers had taken. ]
I like pet; it makes me feel cared for.
[ people like pets. a lot of people like pets more than they like other people. ]
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There will still a few, clearly, with Gil sitting his lap, wings fluttering and lust coiling around him slowly. It was enjoyable for Rook though, because there was no demand, just desire born naturally. Rook hums and leans into the touch, just a bit, enjoying the contact and the concession that comes with it. He is still not quite as hard-edged as Belial, still seeks things to be softer, more connected. Warmer, in some sense. ]
Would you like to be taken care of then, pet?
[ The words are soft, spoken hushed as he tips his head back just enough to give Gil more room. Moves his hand up along Gil's thigh to his hip where he strokes against the thin skin gently. ]
You are such a sweet little thing... [ As sweet as any demon could get at least. But Rook is not one to judge, still thinks Gil sweet in his own right, the way he moves and shivers, the way his wings flutter with every movement of Rook's fingertips. ] Tell me what you want, can you do that for me?