Ereuvir seems content for just a moment to work another bruise into Ashley's neck and let him get more used to the plug, both of them still curled close and warm in bed. After a minute or two, though, he does stir and rises from the bed to get dressed. He re-dresses in simple but well-tailored modern clothing in blacks and blues, but Ashley's given long robe that drags on the floor slightly in the back, cut to fall just barely above the tops of his feet in the front. It's made of some kind of heavy silk that has weight and feels amazing on the skin and is black as well, worked with blue butterflies that start lightly added, a single one perched in the black near his shoulder, but turn into a riot of them at the bottom, drowning out the black. The garment is modest, leaves almost no skin aside from his face and hands exposed, but as he puts it on, he quickly discovers that, partially because of the weight and partially because of how it's constructed, a single tug to the right places on it will cause it to simply fall off the wearer. In fact, it takes a bit of work to figure out how to keep the entire thing on to begin with, and he'll often find it trying to creep off his shoulders, gravity trying to disrobe him.
Ereuvir gives him nothing to wear under it, which is likely unsurprising. He looks almost plain next to Ashely, in black slacks and a deep blue shirt, but he still manages to cut an impressive figure all the same.
"Ready for your tour, then?" the wicked gleam to his eyes shows that he hasn't forgotten the game they're playing.
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Date: 2018-10-08 03:38 am (UTC)From:Ereuvir seems content for just a moment to work another bruise into Ashley's neck and let him get more used to the plug, both of them still curled close and warm in bed. After a minute or two, though, he does stir and rises from the bed to get dressed. He re-dresses in simple but well-tailored modern clothing in blacks and blues, but Ashley's given long robe that drags on the floor slightly in the back, cut to fall just barely above the tops of his feet in the front. It's made of some kind of heavy silk that has weight and feels amazing on the skin and is black as well, worked with blue butterflies that start lightly added, a single one perched in the black near his shoulder, but turn into a riot of them at the bottom, drowning out the black. The garment is modest, leaves almost no skin aside from his face and hands exposed, but as he puts it on, he quickly discovers that, partially because of the weight and partially because of how it's constructed, a single tug to the right places on it will cause it to simply fall off the wearer. In fact, it takes a bit of work to figure out how to keep the entire thing on to begin with, and he'll often find it trying to creep off his shoulders, gravity trying to disrobe him.
Ereuvir gives him nothing to wear under it, which is likely unsurprising. He looks almost plain next to Ashely, in black slacks and a deep blue shirt, but he still manages to cut an impressive figure all the same.
"Ready for your tour, then?" the wicked gleam to his eyes shows that he hasn't forgotten the game they're playing.