[He hadn't expected that. He doesn't know what he expected, in truth, still so caught up in his grief and anger, but it wasn't that— and yet it's perfect. Right in a way Leto hadn't realized he was missing, but the relief (the pleasure) that suffuses through him at Astarion's words feels like sinking into a hot bath.
They're both such violent creatures, for all that this city has temporarily tamed them; they're both such wounded creatures, too used to fending for themselves to not shudder in pleasure at an offered hand. And to think of tearing through Riftwatch's ranks, to making every one of them try and form desperate apologies around their own bloodied throats—
Leto grins.]
Is that what I'd be gagging upon.
[He takes his time in writing it, a pleased flush tinging the tips of his ears.]
Perhaps I wrote it now because the sun is out. Perhaps I want you to have time to imagine all the ways in which you want to fuck me when I finally come home to you.
Mea culpa, though - shall I restrain from telling you just how I would tear them apart? How I would make each of them beg you for forgiveness before I slit their throats or tore their bloody hearts from their chest?
Or would you want something more prolonged, for all the days and weeks and months they put you through?
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They're both such violent creatures, for all that this city has temporarily tamed them; they're both such wounded creatures, too used to fending for themselves to not shudder in pleasure at an offered hand. And to think of tearing through Riftwatch's ranks, to making every one of them try and form desperate apologies around their own bloodied throats—
Leto grins.]
Is that what I'd be gagging upon.
[He takes his time in writing it, a pleased flush tinging the tips of his ears.]
Perhaps I wrote it now because the sun is out. Perhaps I want you to have time to imagine all the ways in which you want to fuck me when I finally come home to you.
Mea culpa, though - shall I restrain from telling you just how I would tear them apart? How I would make each of them beg you for forgiveness before I slit their throats or tore their bloody hearts from their chest?
Or would you want something more prolonged, for all the days and weeks and months they put you through?