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.
Stiffened air, protruding silence that oozed like a familiar cerise liquid. Eyes trained upon the world beyond with a new kind of sentiment, although unknown. He felt at ease, the only stirring seemed to be the drag of a certain cigarette into the lungs. Optics appeared luster from the intrusion of sun, definitely not welcomed by the man in black clad. Not that he could do anything to alter such, although he had wished he could.
Between forefinger and middle the white stick of fumes had nuzzled between, resting comfortably as they were occasionally raised to labellum to breath in the toxins. Irises had averted themselves as they landed upon the ashtray, diminishing the life of the container of smoke into oblivion.
Turn of his canted head, he gazed out into the small crevices of his own province, searching for a certain head of flaxen to return as if upon request. He had let the younger go do as he wished inside the inhabitance, but his lack of presence bothered him in the least.
Okie, although no icons since I have none saved on here. I didn’t have anything in mind honestly, so I’m up for anything.
No problem. I may prefer icons myself, but they’re not absolutely necessary for roleplaying. It’s really just the writing that’s important. I… don’t have anything in mine myself. xD;;;; Perhaps just winging it then.
Yus, I guess we can go ahead and do that. Winging it is something we’re good at. I’ll put the starter up, if you want to use icons, I don’t really mind cx.
If it weren’t for the drowsiness that seemed to tug at his mind, he would’ve actually bothered get work done that day. Yet here he was, with Oz. Not that he actually minded, that wasn’t it at all. He had the intention to become productive, yet that mindset hadn’t really crossed his path yet. Although the mien of the scion’s was greatly needed, being accompanied through this procrastination deemed itself helpful. He was rather content over all, if anything.
Eyes seemed to avert themselves, walking through the corridor with the purpose of drifting off into the lands of slumber. All seemed quiet, besides the two males that walked through the manor. He knew better then to cause any kind of ruckus unless it had proven itself necessary, even then he may try not to bother anyone.
❝ Why my bed?
It isn’t like anything is wrong with you being in yours. ❞
Even after countless times, this came as no big surprise to Oz at all. He continued to keep up pace with the older even if their strides were different due to heights. Oz just needed to take a few more steps to keep up with his valet. A small sway in his motion as unlike the older, he hardly seemed tired in reality even if it was late into the night. Perhaps a drink of chocolate hadn’t been as brilliant of an idea before bedtime as it originally seemed at the latter moment. The smile still went unfazed as he moved along.
“Why, you ask~?”
The words played against his tongue in a light tone, no means to poke at Gilbert at all, still. He just wondered why the man suddenly asked out of the blue after times before. Lips curled back into a grin that spoke of his pleasure even without the words set in stone.
“Because it’s not as warm in my bed as it is in yours! You’re big and warm!”
A brief sigh as paces continued, slowing down ever-so-slightly to match the scion’s own. He continued, although a bit distracted by the presence beside him. Orbs glimmered in dim light, gazing at such an exquisite green, almost as if emeralds really existed between the lids of the other’s optics. Nonetheless, he had always reminded himself to take notice of them, because they had reminded him of how dear a person could actually be. Such a cliche statement, but the only thing that truly mattered was the meaning behind it, that was always different.
Rephrasing of his previous question, his interest suddenly completely piqued on the aristocrat as a whole. Although a bit uneasy as to which route he would exactly take, he kept his facade intact. Eyes that only removed themselves as they awaited a response, mind seemed to quake as his inquire had been shortened but with an extended wait for a reply.
