Oh, Edmund was under no pretenses that he was being either subtle or discreet in his flimsy excuse for a clandestine tryst behind the curtains. But he also knew exactly what sort of things might lure Zexion to the hidden corner, and the promise of soft-burred velvet to rub against as hands and mouths wander and stars peek down at their machinations was a very calculated proffer.
A choice trifle or two was whisked into his handkerchief before he wound himself into the blissfully free alcove which seemed almost designed for the purpose. Of course, most had to chance the risk of ankles and limbs being visible below or behind the drapery, but they had magic on their side, if Zexion was so inclined to use it. And there was his companion of the hour...
Edmund flashed an approving grin as he waited for the dark glimmer of the Lexicon to do its work. Ah, there. Now was the time for magnanimous arms. They slid around Zexion with an artless ease, not so much possessive as assured of his right in doing so, much as a King might. He bent his lips to Zexion's ear. "No feather down or truffles here, either, so I suppose I must catch you myself." His hands curled around the friendly swell of hips, almost feminine in the dark to the touch, and tugged them next to his own, a cozy reunion which he snuggled into. "Damn good of you to meet me here, though..."
His breath was sweet on Zexion's neck, lips nibbling at the spot behind his ear, practically begging for permission to make free with his mouth. Edmund was a polite fellow, for all his delusions of devilry, and those murmured confessions so long ago still left a lasting impression of respect for his friend's comfort levels. Maybe it was odd that they could be the most lewd of bedfellows in every other way, yet still were quite chaste when it came to sharing kisses. Tonight, though, perhaps the sweeties and the curious outpouring of affection might give him a better chance than usual of tasting the little-known delights of Zexion's mouth.
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Date: 2016-12-16 12:01 am (UTC)A choice trifle or two was whisked into his handkerchief before he wound himself into the blissfully free alcove which seemed almost designed for the purpose. Of course, most had to chance the risk of ankles and limbs being visible below or behind the drapery, but they had magic on their side, if Zexion was so inclined to use it. And there was his companion of the hour...
Edmund flashed an approving grin as he waited for the dark glimmer of the Lexicon to do its work. Ah, there. Now was the time for magnanimous arms. They slid around Zexion with an artless ease, not so much possessive as assured of his right in doing so, much as a King might. He bent his lips to Zexion's ear. "No feather down or truffles here, either, so I suppose I must catch you myself." His hands curled around the friendly swell of hips, almost feminine in the dark to the touch, and tugged them next to his own, a cozy reunion which he snuggled into. "Damn good of you to meet me here, though..."
His breath was sweet on Zexion's neck, lips nibbling at the spot behind his ear, practically begging for permission to make free with his mouth. Edmund was a polite fellow, for all his delusions of devilry, and those murmured confessions so long ago still left a lasting impression of respect for his friend's comfort levels. Maybe it was odd that they could be the most lewd of bedfellows in every other way, yet still were quite chaste when it came to sharing kisses. Tonight, though, perhaps the sweeties and the curious outpouring of affection might give him a better chance than usual of tasting the little-known delights of Zexion's mouth.