A hot sting lingers on his lips, pinpricks of sensation where teeth have dragged a little too hard, and Serpico distractedly touches his tongue against them.
Even if he's had the company of women before, it's never been like this, not even the most heated moments. Is it just because of the curse? ... no, there has to be more than that. Maybe it's the fact that Lon'qu is a very real threat to him, and his heightened awareness makes every touch and movement feel all the more vivid. Or maybe it's the sheer strength and viciousness he can feel wound tight in Lon'qu's body, especially evident now that they're in such close company.
"So I've been told."
Serpico smiles, but there's no hiding the flush to his cheeks, the way his breathing is a little rougher now.
"Come closer. It's cold."
And he's never liked the cold. His arms tug insistently at Lon'qu's shoulders, dragging him closer, fingers drifting up to toy with the longer strands of his hair before nails drag lightly against the back of his neck. A needling gesture. Daring Lon'qu to do something, too.
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Even if he's had the company of women before, it's never been like this, not even the most heated moments. Is it just because of the curse? ... no, there has to be more than that. Maybe it's the fact that Lon'qu is a very real threat to him, and his heightened awareness makes every touch and movement feel all the more vivid. Or maybe it's the sheer strength and viciousness he can feel wound tight in Lon'qu's body, especially evident now that they're in such close company.
"So I've been told."
Serpico smiles, but there's no hiding the flush to his cheeks, the way his breathing is a little rougher now.
"Come closer. It's cold."
And he's never liked the cold. His arms tug insistently at Lon'qu's shoulders, dragging him closer, fingers drifting up to toy with the longer strands of his hair before nails drag lightly against the back of his neck. A needling gesture. Daring Lon'qu to do something, too.