1. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Yes," he breathed back, relief coloring the whisper as searching eyes did not find derision. A bit of frustration, he could easily understand. Laric wouldn't know what it meant, though if he was tracking signs, he'd probably caught chasing the dark off, probably caught the smile slipping - not...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter's lips parted, but nothing but puffs of exhales for a beat as he gathered his thoughts. A vague notion of worry touched him through the fog - maybe if he was to voice it, voice anything, everything would end. His lower lip emerged from under the teeth, dark spots marking where his teeth...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He saw Laric staring at him in that hungry way that betrayed the lack of temperance. He was enjoying himself, painting pictures in his head that Walter could not touch nor feel, and getting drunk on the excitement of it. Head fogged with lust, just off the edge of coming close, Walter still...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was drifting in the comfortable, drowsy, lust-painted fog. Thoughts slid past lazily, with only one true focus that the senses turned to. When his hand was taken away from tangling with the lacing at the lover's groin, he emitted a token noise of apprehension, and chuckled. Humor grew faint...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He laughed, and let go. Of the hair, stroking down Laric's back until his warm fingers steadied against the waist. Of the hand, withered phalanxes splaying, fanning as he offered his wrist for the binding. Oh, the binding. He swallowed and tried not to think about a tightening shackle of metal...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "M, well these days I am also sometimes play-fighting," Walter mused back pleasantly, offering a wink so quick it would be easiest to miss it. Laric didn't know how much was said. Perhaps, one day he would. His leg hooked onto Laric's, pulled slightly, as if wanting to threaten to topple the...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    'Even if I have to make you.' Walter's mouth curved with humor, a jet brow quirking. Make me, then. It's not like he was not encouraging the notion. A low rumble of a hum resonated in his chest. "M-m, should I go to sleep? And all after pressing me so hard into that door," he chuckled, "giving...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    There was something about the smooth progression of fingers down, thicker layer of clothing parting to where he could feel fingers brushing against him through fabric more clearly. Off with it, Walter smiled and shifted weight, pulling it by the sleeves and tossing it aside, to land on one of...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    The grin only got wider at being slammed against the door, the challenge met, excuse offered not taken. Faded, somewhat, as smiling became harder with fingers wrapping around his throat... pressing in to hold him in place. Walter gasped under the fingers, words flowing languidly together in his...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He could not convey feelings with his eyes, not when he realized that the hands holding his face made him remember. Made him soft. Made him cradle the fondness over the wound that was maybe healing, but wept still. 'Leave it,' Laric directed and Walter heeded without word. Fingers drifted down...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He was mid-nod, ready to retreat when he felt the hands on his face. A rare expression gleaned across the face - a soft confusion, eyes widening in surprise, then sinking closed as Walter's fingertips tracked along Laric's sides. He answered, an exhale puffing with the falling chest, moved...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Laric rising to the challenge was a treat of its own. His move, however... Walter's lips stayed parted, his body tensing - and squirming against the other, a thigh pressing between the knees. His breath stilled, lips sank under the teeth. Anything to keep the noise of pleasure mixing with...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He smirked, mouth agape in a breathless, soundless acknowledgement that he was, indeed, very much appreciating being touched below the waist. Eyes shot a glance to the opening in the temporary sanctum. No one. Hands gripped at Laric's shoulder and around the nape, pulling him in. Walter ran the...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    With a quiet agreement, Walter's features lightened. Nevermind his eyelids sinking low at the move along his spine. He thought too much about those hands, and more, against his bare skin. * Incidentally, the first servant around was that made - Josephine?.. - that came to call them down for...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I'm not used to cuddling, but I am used to being on my feet," Walter echoed. "Good point. I should... organize research, and go visit my house guard, see to morale." Restless. Like someone who wasn't used to being home, having free time, being without a mountain of things to do. It was hard for...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I might write memoirs, someday," Walter chuckled. "But then, every time I think about this, I think I shouldn't. It's just a life. People should strive to fill their own, best that they can. I've seen... So much death. Life is so short." He tracked a hand around Laric's waist at the departure...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    Walter's eyes sunk closed. He shifted around, adjusting to the weight. "I... don't know. There's quite a bit I could tell, much less that I would, to spare you the macabre. I don't doubt you've seen your fair share." He was quiet for a while. "After I changed, I once partook in a ritual that...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    He let Laric hide the face. Fingers dove into the golden locks, stroked the shoulders, brushed against the nape of the neck. Walter's form relaxed, allowing the other to melt into himself as much as he'd like even from the floor. "My fangs can wound if I were to bite you," he sighed, passing...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "I think... A certain internal limit," Walter mused. While his legs were still clothed, he didn't seem to mind the touch. "Those kinds of creatures understand that symbols are power, tomcat. And they might be stronger for upholding the symbols that made them, which is why the offering is blood...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Trouble at the gate [M]

    "Blood sacrifice," Walter echoed. "Prey of the hunt in offering." He straightened up, walked around Laric to land on the divan, and kicked off the house shoes, stretching his feet to the bear pelt on the floor. Nudged Laric's thigh lightly, just fooling about. "Don't know about the creatures of...
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