When Eric tells you to do something, especially in a close, intimate whisper, you do it.
Holding his gaze, he slips the scarf around the back of his own neck, sliding it over his skin in a slow pull. He loosely doubles it over, deliberately sweeping it against his chin and along his jaw, just to relish the feel of the fabric.
"How do I look?" he whispers back, coyly blinking up at him.
Like opposites, he's drawn to the chilled aura of Eric's body, the cool solidness under those tight black clothes.
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Date: 2014-09-25 09:33 pm (UTC)Holding his gaze, he slips the scarf around the back of his own neck, sliding it over his skin in a slow pull. He loosely doubles it over, deliberately sweeping it against his chin and along his jaw, just to relish the feel of the fabric.
"How do I look?" he whispers back, coyly blinking up at him.
Like opposites, he's drawn to the chilled aura of Eric's body, the cool solidness under those tight black clothes.