[The next bit is written so so carefully (someone hasn't learned not to be a cheat, as it so happens. And between the two of them? Oh, darling, they both know there's only one rogue present):]
Bold words for a man sitting shivering across the room from a hollyphant.
[Warning shot fired—
Or at least it would be if it could save him from the rest of what Leto's just offered. What he's presently envisioning, in fact, and trying so damned hard not to.
(Can someone sprawl in bed to write in an enchanted book without giving themselves away? No— no.
No.
Probably not.)]
If you win, though....
A handjob.
[....bear with him, Leto. He's going somewhere with this.
Namely:]
Up against the wall in a quiet little public place. Your trousers half tugged down around your thighs and your legs spread where you stand pinned by the back of my arm. Blunt pressure squeezed against your spine so that you can only wriggle as I dip my other hand beneath the shadow of your obeisantly raised ass— reaching between the gap left by your open legs and pulled-down clothing to find the hang of you.
no subject
Bold words for a man sitting shivering across the room from a hollyphant.
[Warning shot fired—
Or at least it would be if it could save him from the rest of what Leto's just offered. What he's presently envisioning, in fact, and trying so damned hard not to.
(Can someone sprawl in bed to write in an enchanted book without giving themselves away? No— no.
No.
Probably not.)]
If you win, though....
A handjob.
[....bear with him, Leto. He's going somewhere with this.
Namely:]
Up against the wall in a quiet little public place. Your trousers half tugged down around your thighs and your legs spread where you stand pinned by the back of my arm. Blunt pressure squeezed against your spine so that you can only wriggle as I dip my other hand beneath the shadow of your obeisantly raised ass— reaching between the gap left by your open legs and pulled-down clothing to find the hang of you.
And tug you off until you weep for lenience.