[ conflicting sensations persist as he sags, and it hits kaz all over again, how dangerous this is. how much trust he puts in nikolai lantsov. his legs feel tingly, aching with overextension. he cracks one eye and then the other to watch nikolai take care of him — something that sticks in his throat. he chokes it down, half-lidded gaze following nikolai, already climbing over him. eager, huh. one hand swiftly curls in the short hair at the nape of his neck to encourage him to do what he was planning on, anyway. can’t help it. nikolai’s mouth looks made for kissing, red and wet from blowing him. he drags both knees back up, though the right bends at a slighter angle than the left, to regain some leverage and welcome nikolai between his thighs. ]
Thought you’d be able to wait. [ for the town, the ship. a little slurry, almost lost in between two sloppy kisses. no, he hadn’t anticipated nikolai laying him out fully in moments, hadn’t thought he was wanted that much — ] Don't you dare ruin these trousers, Lantsov. [ a hoarse warning, even as his breath catches and hips twitch into the cradle of nikolai’s hand. he’d liked it the last time nikolai pushed him for more, drawing his focus from the tumult of the waves to the shivery sensation in the now, and he likes it even more now.
it takes a moment for the meaning of i should drag you back to the ship to spark over him. not propelled by threat, but by desire: the want for everything that nikolai spoke of on the beach. terrifying. galvanising. he sighs into the soft kisses on his face, features made looser than ever, and slides his free hand back under nikolai’s shirt, roaming up his chest. after letting nikolai do this for him, it feels — not easy, but easier to touch him like this, like the strength that comes after surviving the snap of a broken bone. if the body can weather that, why not more? ]
Hm. [ eyes slanting up at him, kaz tips his head at an oblique angle to allow nikolai a clear view of the thin scar tissue and conjures a lie to his questioning. then, he sets it aside. ] I was 14, the last time I was in prison. [ hasn’t been caught since. ] Someone wagered that slitting my throat would boost their stock. [ nonchalant, over almost dying that young. the snag of his mouth to the side says he repayed the piss poor bet — but it flattens into a neutral line, when nikolai chases one question with another. ]
[ his rasp evens, gaze sharpening. ] Didn’t think anything, for a moment. [ kaz is rarely surprised by anything, let alone a reveal of that scale. it stupefied him. ] Then I wondered how it worked, and how I might use it — or the knowledge of it, as you guessed. [ and then he hadn’t attempted either, the same courtesy extended to jesper’s fabrikator abilities so long ago. why? he had felt like a boy, seeing a magic trick for the first time, and wanting more than anything to take it apart. nikolai’s unease had been a fascinating, secondary concern at that time. now, a mild curiosity lifts kaz's brows, and he shifts his hand to grip nikolai’s jaw, turning his gaze back to centre. ] Anything can be a tool, a lever, if you know where, when to apply the right amount of pressure.
[ would roll his shoulders in a careless gesture, if he weren’t both injured and prone, instead splaying his palm high on nikolai’s chest, near his heart. kaz knows it's not the answer nikolai feared, but he can't say whether it's the one he wanted. it's true, regardless. ]
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Thought you’d be able to wait. [ for the town, the ship. a little slurry, almost lost in between two sloppy kisses. no, he hadn’t anticipated nikolai laying him out fully in moments, hadn’t thought he was wanted that much — ] Don't you dare ruin these trousers, Lantsov. [ a hoarse warning, even as his breath catches and hips twitch into the cradle of nikolai’s hand. he’d liked it the last time nikolai pushed him for more, drawing his focus from the tumult of the waves to the shivery sensation in the now, and he likes it even more now.
it takes a moment for the meaning of i should drag you back to the ship to spark over him. not propelled by threat, but by desire: the want for everything that nikolai spoke of on the beach. terrifying. galvanising. he sighs into the soft kisses on his face, features made looser than ever, and slides his free hand back under nikolai’s shirt, roaming up his chest. after letting nikolai do this for him, it feels — not easy, but easier to touch him like this, like the strength that comes after surviving the snap of a broken bone. if the body can weather that, why not more? ]
Hm. [ eyes slanting up at him, kaz tips his head at an oblique angle to allow nikolai a clear view of the thin scar tissue and conjures a lie to his questioning. then, he sets it aside. ] I was 14, the last time I was in prison. [ hasn’t been caught since. ] Someone wagered that slitting my throat would boost their stock. [ nonchalant, over almost dying that young. the snag of his mouth to the side says he repayed the piss poor bet — but it flattens into a neutral line, when nikolai chases one question with another. ]
[ his rasp evens, gaze sharpening. ] Didn’t think anything, for a moment. [ kaz is rarely surprised by anything, let alone a reveal of that scale. it stupefied him. ] Then I wondered how it worked, and how I might use it — or the knowledge of it, as you guessed. [ and then he hadn’t attempted either, the same courtesy extended to jesper’s fabrikator abilities so long ago. why? he had felt like a boy, seeing a magic trick for the first time, and wanting more than anything to take it apart. nikolai’s unease had been a fascinating, secondary concern at that time. now, a mild curiosity lifts kaz's brows, and he shifts his hand to grip nikolai’s jaw, turning his gaze back to centre. ] Anything can be a tool, a lever, if you know where, when to apply the right amount of pressure.
[ would roll his shoulders in a careless gesture, if he weren’t both injured and prone, instead splaying his palm high on nikolai’s chest, near his heart. kaz knows it's not the answer nikolai feared, but he can't say whether it's the one he wanted. it's true, regardless. ]