Mount Everfall your skin knew battle before it knew war

Nero watches Darcia as the titan makes his approach, eyelids lowering as he gives the larger male a hooded look, ears cupping forth atop his skull as he speaks, answering the Macedonian’s bold inquiry. Countless desires, he speaks, and he is so near! Nero’s body does not tense though as he might have if the approach was unwelcome — for Darcia’s approach was welcomed by Nero. The titan’s next words spark a breathless anticipation within Nero’s throat, accompanied by the rustle of the fur at his nape that Darcia’s breath stirs. The nip of Darcia’s teeth at the fur of his cheek causes Nero’s eyes to close and a low rumble of pleasure to work it’s way up the strong column of the DiSarinno’s throat. “Then see desires fulfilled,” Nero purls in invitation to the titan offering himself as a he imagines Icarus offered himself to Apollo, or Patroclus to Achilles. For Darcia would not be the only to see the smoldering burn of desires fulfilled; Nero is not selfless, after all.