One of the things Madame made much of when it came to her boy was his willpower, his control. It's only by exercising that iron will that he comes so close to making it through this. So damn close.
But when Kouymou tips against his knees and glances up like that for just a second, it feels like Devero could shatter. He's-- he's projecting things now, and Koumyou's practically in his lap, and it's been so, so long since he's had his cock--
No. He won't do this, not to someone he owes so much to already. He's not going to-- going to prey on him, playacting that he's fine when he's longing for every touch. Bad enough if they were just two people, but Koumyou's a priest. Just because Devero doesn't understand such things doesn't mean he shouldn't try to respect their sanctity.
He drops the other man's hair and grabs his wrists instead, pinning them against his knees as if he's afraid they're about to strike. His eyes are huge and dark when he meets the Sanzo's, his expression almost hunted.
"I'm sorry," he manages, his voice hoarse with desire. He wets lips suddenly gone dry with a darting swipe of his tongue, and swallows. "Sanzo, I am very, very attracted to you right now and I think I'd better leave until I can-- can get my head on straight about you."
He releases his wrists and surges to his feet, putting several long strides between himself and the other man. "I'm sorry," he says again with hands pro-offered in plea, imploring the priest to understand.
cw sexual content, abuse mention
But when Kouymou tips against his knees and glances up like that for just a second, it feels like Devero could shatter. He's-- he's projecting things now, and Koumyou's practically in his lap, and it's been so, so long since he's had his cock--
No. He won't do this, not to someone he owes so much to already. He's not going to-- going to prey on him, playacting that he's fine when he's longing for every touch. Bad enough if they were just two people, but Koumyou's a priest. Just because Devero doesn't understand such things doesn't mean he shouldn't try to respect their sanctity.
He drops the other man's hair and grabs his wrists instead, pinning them against his knees as if he's afraid they're about to strike. His eyes are huge and dark when he meets the Sanzo's, his expression almost hunted.
"I'm sorry," he manages, his voice hoarse with desire. He wets lips suddenly gone dry with a darting swipe of his tongue, and swallows. "Sanzo, I am very, very attracted to you right now and I think I'd better leave until I can-- can get my head on straight about you."
He releases his wrists and surges to his feet, putting several long strides between himself and the other man. "I'm sorry," he says again with hands pro-offered in plea, imploring the priest to understand.