[ He was rewarded with a ragged breath and Ardyn spreading his legs a little more. The sharp, yellow gaze darkened deeply as he looked down at him, and Ardyn reached out bury his fingers in Emet-Selch's hair, twining that white lock between them. ]
Would that I could truthfully say that you'd be the death of me, my friend.
[ Emet-Selch's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he held Ardyn's gaze. ]
Oh, but where would that leave me?
[ He ran his fingers along Ardyn's fly again before finally working it open, barely bothering to watch his fingers as he worked. He pushed Ardyns trousers open and reached for his prize. ]
[ Ardyn leaned back in the chair and heaved a satisfied sigh. His trousers had been a touch too tight for his comfort, and Emet-Selch's long, cool fingers on his shaft were a pleasant relief.
He spread his thighs again to better give the man access. ]
I'm sure you'd find some other kindred spirit... perhaps one not so storied as me, but I am one in a million.
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Would that I could truthfully say that you'd be the death of me, my friend.
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Oh, but where would that leave me?
[ He ran his fingers along Ardyn's fly again before finally working it open, barely bothering to watch his fingers as he worked. He pushed Ardyns trousers open and reached for his prize. ]
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He spread his thighs again to better give the man access. ]
I'm sure you'd find some other kindred spirit... perhaps one not so storied as me, but I am one in a million.