Yes, he sees Enri's reaction to the honey. Yes, he revels in it, and when Enri -- playful, pragmatic - accuses him of instigation, he laughs a brief, pleased sound. (When Enri speaks love, Darius's chest turns to honey itself, and the world seems to glow.) And when Enri speaks 'Daddy' - another word that rolls through him, and coils sharp pleasure down his spine - Darius grants the kiss, light and lingering, without a sign of teeth.
(Those eyes, though bright, those pleading eyes; Darius would, he thinks, do anything for those eyes.
Would do anything for Enri, which is a strange thought to be holding in public, but what dos anyone matter, where they two are the world?)
Hovering a mere breath from Enri's lips, he speaks with a slyness, with his own note of feigned innocence, and with the barest edge of a purr — ]
I thought you'd like it.
[ Which is true. It's also true that - as Enri so rightly discerned - Darius intended to instigate. Wanted to give the boy something he would enjoy, and something that might thrill him. Something that might enhance the evening for them both. And really, really, it seemed the appropriate choice; a golden, honey-touched drink for a golden, honey-blessed boy.
There's another kiss, this time with more pressure, this time with a bit of bite. This time with promise of something deeper to come. Before he draws away, he speaks again, his voice hushed, husky— ]
My love. My love.
[ When Darius leans back, it's to find Enri's eyes, tracing fingers in caress from Enri's cheek to Enri's throat, along the boy's shoulder. For several moments simply admiring him. Knowing only the world compassed by Enri's presence and his own, and Darius shifts his thigh against Enri's, settles a little closer against Enri's side.
Everything, everyone else has fallen away, and really, Darius hasn't been paying much mind to the people around the club. He can feel the general tenor of the atmosphere, has caught glimpses of faces around and seen nothing worthy of alarm. Usually, he'd be taking a peripheral survey of every face, would be tracking three or five interactions at a time. Tonight, what anyone else might be up to doesn't concern him; even their discomfort is worth only partial notice. None of them matter. And Darius's attention is quite taken up by warm eyes and a heat-rending smile, by the grace of a touch that sets his mind and self aflame. ]
Keep it up, my Puppy, and you'll spin my head.
[ Darius cants his head and brushes his hand through Enri's hair, his half-smile not precisely a smirk. Then nodding toward the glass in Enri's hand— ]
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Yes, he sees Enri's reaction to the honey. Yes, he revels in it, and when Enri -- playful, pragmatic - accuses him of instigation, he laughs a brief, pleased sound. (When Enri speaks love, Darius's chest turns to honey itself, and the world seems to glow.) And when Enri speaks 'Daddy' - another word that rolls through him, and coils sharp pleasure down his spine - Darius grants the kiss, light and lingering, without a sign of teeth.
(Those eyes, though bright, those pleading eyes; Darius would, he thinks, do anything for those eyes.
Would do anything for Enri, which is a strange thought to be holding in public, but what dos anyone matter, where they two are the world?)
Hovering a mere breath from Enri's lips, he speaks with a slyness, with his own note of feigned innocence, and with the barest edge of a purr — ]
I thought you'd like it.
[ Which is true. It's also true that - as Enri so rightly discerned - Darius intended to instigate. Wanted to give the boy something he would enjoy, and something that might thrill him. Something that might enhance the evening for them both. And really, really, it seemed the appropriate choice; a golden, honey-touched drink for a golden, honey-blessed boy.
There's another kiss, this time with more pressure, this time with a bit of bite. This time with promise of something deeper to come. Before he draws away, he speaks again, his voice hushed, husky— ]
My love. My love.
[ When Darius leans back, it's to find Enri's eyes, tracing fingers in caress from Enri's cheek to Enri's throat, along the boy's shoulder. For several moments simply admiring him. Knowing only the world compassed by Enri's presence and his own, and Darius shifts his thigh against Enri's, settles a little closer against Enri's side.
Everything, everyone else has fallen away, and really, Darius hasn't been paying much mind to the people around the club. He can feel the general tenor of the atmosphere, has caught glimpses of faces around and seen nothing worthy of alarm. Usually, he'd be taking a peripheral survey of every face, would be tracking three or five interactions at a time. Tonight, what anyone else might be up to doesn't concern him; even their discomfort is worth only partial notice. None of them matter. And Darius's attention is quite taken up by warm eyes and a heat-rending smile, by the grace of a touch that sets his mind and self aflame. ]
Keep it up, my Puppy, and you'll spin my head.
[ Darius cants his head and brushes his hand through Enri's hair, his half-smile not precisely a smirk. Then nodding toward the glass in Enri's hand— ]
Share a drink?