Bramblepoint [M] The Night Comes Down like Heaven

their gazes twined; for a moment senmut remembered what it was to be beneath the passionate pierce of rashepses' hot stare, reduced to an atomic desire.

and by a man!

senmut's first moments in the arms of another had been a performance for the lustful stare of ramesses and treva, something to scintillate and observe. he had never explored his own appetites henceforth, content to settle into a semi-reclusion, including that of the flesh.

until legend. until nazli. until rashepses.

and now as senmut found his mouth dried by the poured-cream column of machiavelli's throat, he wondered if he would allow himself to answer that long-seeded and unheard want.

"bring the wine. i fear the hunger of my belly may need to be stoked," the prince rejoined, settling alongside the lithe fellahin and experiencing such a boldness of tongue as their flanks brushed that he was near scandalized.

almost sheepishly did the priest's paws rest upon the plinth of stone, signaling a chastity that did not translate to the greenweald heat of his expression.