( The jerk, the shiver, and his dark eyes staring down at Lan Zhan, kneeling, restraining. He laughs then, and it's low, then rolling, rising into a thunderous sound swallowed by the creaking of the door he's now attached to, swinging.
His eyes close, and he laughs, chin tucked in. Oh. )
I'll remember, Lan Zhan.
( Eyes slitting open, dewy from the laughter, or the heat, or anything else. The smile then more teeth than good humour, let alone good will, but the questing he does with what energies he pulls prod and poke and thwart at the compulsion, riding stronger: the weight of this place, the weight of mountains, that keeps him as bound as...
Ah. )
Just as it should, for whoever bound it there. Happy hunting.
( And he lifts his head, lets it thunk back against chains and rotting wood, the scent of copper swirling strong, the words blocked by his torso greedy as they consume the gift he'd unwittingly given, as his husband kneels, as his husband wills into something else.
No trust, he supposes. The door hinges, and beyond, the chamber awaits what he cannot properly see. )
no subject
Oh.
( The jerk, the shiver, and his dark eyes staring down at Lan Zhan, kneeling, restraining. He laughs then, and it's low, then rolling, rising into a thunderous sound swallowed by the creaking of the door he's now attached to, swinging.
His eyes close, and he laughs, chin tucked in. Oh. )
I'll remember, Lan Zhan.
( Eyes slitting open, dewy from the laughter, or the heat, or anything else. The smile then more teeth than good humour, let alone good will, but the questing he does with what energies he pulls prod and poke and thwart at the compulsion, riding stronger: the weight of this place, the weight of mountains, that keeps him as bound as...
Ah. )
Just as it should, for whoever bound it there. Happy hunting.
( And he lifts his head, lets it thunk back against chains and rotting wood, the scent of copper swirling strong, the words blocked by his torso greedy as they consume the gift he'd unwittingly given, as his husband kneels, as his husband wills into something else.
No trust, he supposes. The door hinges, and beyond, the chamber awaits what he cannot properly see. )