Ereuvir is unmoved by posing for the sake of seduction or coquetry, thinks it's ridiculous and a bit shallow, stupid. But this is art, pale skin and dark sheets and the slash of red hair like a scar across the night sky and he takes great pleasure in art.

It makes at least some amount of sense. He, himself, seems molded out of classical Greek principles, like he's just stepped down from some sculptor's platform. Even his cock seems lovely and well-proportioned to the rest of him. It's almost enough to make one think that maybe his heart is made of marble as well, or that he's somewhat untouchable. But there's a bruise fading on his neck that says otherwise, as well as the predatory way he crosses the room to settle on the bed.

Once he's back in touching distance, he draws Ashley the rest of the way to him and wastes no time pulling him into a deep, heated kiss.