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The former, darling. Always.

[Teasing. Coy, to say the least. He’s in a good mood, having been granted a peerless gift, flattery, indulgence— and a glimpse of tangible sorrow. Few things satisfy as much.

Or whet his appetite so.

He draws himself up, then, pulling away the loose fabric of his shirt— discarding it with the darkest of chuckles in the brightest streak of daylight. And when he pounces, catching the former emperor’s mouth with his own, it’s in anticipation of wickedness that will undoubtedly span an entire afternoon.]