[ Narciso can definitely feel those swollen lines, but doesn't acknowledge it, at least not in Lucien's presence. Instead, his lips travel from his ear to his neck, leaving feverish kisses in their wake. He can feel the power emanating from this high fae, and it's something he's delighted of.
As soon as Lucien nuzzles against his neck, finally crumbling to his charm, Narciso's smile broadens as he all but cradles the other in his arms like a lover. ]
You can give me anything you want, my dear Lucien. Tell me anything you desire. Tell me about you.
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As soon as Lucien nuzzles against his neck, finally crumbling to his charm, Narciso's smile broadens as he all but cradles the other in his arms like a lover. ]
You can give me anything you want, my dear Lucien. Tell me anything you desire. Tell me about you.