Not surprisingly, the struggle gets him nowhere. Ereuvir might as well be carved from stone for all he moves him. Ereuvir lets him struggle, both physically and with the words to try to explain, but in his terror, Ereuvir finds what he was looking for and a moment later, he shifts his hold, and now he's got a hand tangled in all of that hair, using it to yank his head to the side, deliberately brutal and uncomfortable, but not quite painful, unless he struggles too much, of course.
"There," he breathes and it's likely more of what Ashley was hoping for, voice low and covetous, "Show me what lights you on fire. I have no use for burnt out torches and less for someone going through the motions or doing what they think is expected of them. I care nothing for what you look like. Burn for me, and then you will have what you wish of me."
The kiss that follows is inescapable but, soft, once he's moved into a better position for it, completely at odds with the way Ereuvir has touched him so far.
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Date: 2018-09-24 03:48 am (UTC)From:"There," he breathes and it's likely more of what Ashley was hoping for, voice low and covetous, "Show me what lights you on fire. I have no use for burnt out torches and less for someone going through the motions or doing what they think is expected of them. I care nothing for what you look like. Burn for me, and then you will have what you wish of me."
The kiss that follows is inescapable but, soft, once he's moved into a better position for it, completely at odds with the way Ereuvir has touched him so far.