Morgan couldn’t see it exactly, but Emryc’s eyes were very curious right then. Golds fought against silvers as the beast within him clawed for control to the surface. Emryc wanted to cherish and love, Raze wanted to subdue and take. Morgan’s words certainly didn’t help, shuddered breaths escaping Emryc as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He loved Morgan with a dangerous passion that came only from the juncture where both Raze and Emryc existed. It was a precarious balance, but it meant taking the bad with the good.
The hand around Morgan’s waist tightened, fingernails digging into skin, but just short of hurting. He wanted nothing more than to shove and pin Morgan down and have his way, but he tempered himself. Emryc instead turned Morgan around to face him, looking into those golden hues. His own silvers were mixed with gold and the Firrerreo would know Raze was hovering just beneath the surface. Morgan was luring him now without Emryc being in the armor.
The half Sephi nudged Morgan back onto the bed so he laid back on it, but Emryc remained standing. Emryc gazed down at the svelte man, drinking in sight of the lighting that accented all his contours and the curvature of every muscle. He grasped Morgan’s leg so his foot pressed against Emryc's bare chest. Emryc simply admired the beautiful man from where he stood, letting him do the same in return. His fingers traced along the lace along his ankle and down along his calf.
“Maybe I want to play a little first,” He said with a teasing grin, reminding Morgan that he knew how to make the Firrerreo ache just as bad as he made him.
@Mr. Teatime