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For Oz being smaller, he preferred to still hold an upper hand and lead the other along in exactly what to do than completely allowing himself to be dominated, per usual telling his valet what he could and couldn’t do and reprimanding him when it needed to be done so. Except suddenly the tides turned on Oz to something he hadn’t expected in the slightest bit.

                                    Gilbert taking complete control the situation.

Perhaps it’d be nice to see a whole different side of the older male, in capturing the flow of the moment, leading and not being lead. It hardly seemed to be an ability the raven might possess to highest level. Heart palpitated behind a rib cage as a sharp intake of breath through his larynx with fingers curling into the tough fabric adorning the taller male.

Round eyes fixated themselves upon the older so close in upon himself until thoughts settled like sediment in the brain of the rabbit chain, smirk coiling onto rosy lips with a dazzling sparkle shimmering into deep green irises.

                                                                 ”I’m all yours.~”

Just like the scion, retaining all of the composure in the world whilst his valet had felt his breath quickening to such an extent it felt like he was failing at doing so at all. Even when he had brought himself to pin the other down, all that ran through his head was desire. It wasn’t exactly him to start and continue, yet he had never felt such adrenaline rush forward. And now he would pay the price.

                                    Although he didn’t actually mind.

Optics that withheld so much behind them, Gil had decided that proceeding with his actions would be the only way to manage this. He knew how, of course. Although deep inside of his stomach he knew that hurting his Master would cause such commotion that he wouldn’t be able to lay eyes upon him again. And as that sentiment pervaded his very being, heat had rose throughout his body. He was still having a difficult time coping with this, and scouring the ends of his mind as to why he had done such a thing. 

I need to stop stalling ! 

The noir was over-thinking things, that was absolute. Now was the perfect time to be doing so, especially with all of these new worries whirring around and garnering most of his mind. Crashing of the lips was his next movement, rather sloppily done but still with stability. Nails wanted to dig themselves into the bare skin of the aristocrat’s wrist, now holding them with care but with such a rough grip that the first mentioning was completely nullified with it’s second.

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Now he was too flustered to respond !