[He pauses in that sentence, delighting in the utterly fantastic moment that is Lorenz arching up and gasping, oh, god, but what a perfect moment that is. He memorizes that moment, his eyes wide and his hips rocking down sharply, yes, god, please. He lingers at his throat, licking at the bruise he'd just left, grinning sharply as Lorenz settles back down.]
That is something I would hear you elaborate upon.
[He tips his head back lazily, looking down at Lorenz. His eyes have gone dark with desire, his gaze both utterly fond and distantly lustful.]
Go on. Tell me how you would take me in each room, in every room, while I claim you so thoroughly there won't be a person alive who doesn't know who you belong to.
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[He pauses in that sentence, delighting in the utterly fantastic moment that is Lorenz arching up and gasping, oh, god, but what a perfect moment that is. He memorizes that moment, his eyes wide and his hips rocking down sharply, yes, god, please. He lingers at his throat, licking at the bruise he'd just left, grinning sharply as Lorenz settles back down.]
That is something I would hear you elaborate upon.
[He tips his head back lazily, looking down at Lorenz. His eyes have gone dark with desire, his gaze both utterly fond and distantly lustful.]
Go on. Tell me how you would take me in each room, in every room, while I claim you so thoroughly there won't be a person alive who doesn't know who you belong to.
[Ah, well, there's the possessiveness.]