[ He obeys without question and doesn't try to reach for you like he normally would. He wants this. His eyes follow you as you shifting his limbs at your leisure, and his gaze strays momentarily to the table because it's so strange to see it coming over as if you'd called for it but it's there and then forgotten. His palms are flat on those sheets, his lips are parted as he tries to steady his breathing, hoping quietly that his anticipation isn't too obvious in how his eyes dark and full of need.
You're so terribly close and yet so far away -- but on the other hand, he can have his fill of the way you look: more than a touch dangerous, intimidating and so painfully beautiful it cuts him straight to the bone. ]
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You're so terribly close and yet so far away -- but on the other hand, he can have his fill of the way you look: more than a touch dangerous, intimidating and so painfully beautiful it cuts him straight to the bone. ]