[ he likes anderson like this just as much as he likes him on the battlefield: they're different, naturally, but both pleasurable to him. in different ways, naturally, though his wont is to categorize all types of his hunger as one encompassing need.
it's funny: being that he's desired this for so long already, had desires, wants, he's far less conflicted about it. he is surprised that anything like this has even remotely come to pass, but he's not about to question or complain about it in the least. for once in his damned existence, he's getting what he wants, even if it's any sort of intimacy with a priest who's vowed to kill him.
his lips part slightly when his lips are licked but then he's speaking so the moment is lost--until anderson replies and he huffs out a laugh, pressing into the bite with a merry expression. ] I like to aim high, reach for the impossible.
[ he says it like he's being sly, but really, that's true: anderson was always untouchable, and integra still is. his two great obsessions.
his head tips down to watch what those hands are doing and he exhales needlessly as soon as his fingers find skin, and he bites the inside of his cheek when they delve lower. ]
What can I say? I'm easy. I started wearing some when I was anticipating being close to you, just in case, but we'll just say I didn't exactly anticipate that today.
[ god, it's parsed as a joke, but it's true. he is easy. however, realistically anderson is the only person he's outright pursued for this long, and certainly the only person he's been this patient for. even rip had let him sleep with her on his first day in the city, terrified of him as she was.
this slow burn is somehow that much more satisfying than her instantly rolling over for him, and he's unfamiliar with that feeling--but he likes it. ]
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it's funny: being that he's desired this for so long already, had desires, wants, he's far less conflicted about it. he is surprised that anything like this has even remotely come to pass, but he's not about to question or complain about it in the least. for once in his damned existence, he's getting what he wants, even if it's any sort of intimacy with a priest who's vowed to kill him.
his lips part slightly when his lips are licked but then he's speaking so the moment is lost--until anderson replies and he huffs out a laugh, pressing into the bite with a merry expression. ] I like to aim high, reach for the impossible.
[ he says it like he's being sly, but really, that's true: anderson was always untouchable, and integra still is. his two great obsessions.
his head tips down to watch what those hands are doing and he exhales needlessly as soon as his fingers find skin, and he bites the inside of his cheek when they delve lower. ]
What can I say? I'm easy. I started wearing some when I was anticipating being close to you, just in case, but we'll just say I didn't exactly anticipate that today.
[ god, it's parsed as a joke, but it's true. he is easy. however, realistically anderson is the only person he's outright pursued for this long, and certainly the only person he's been this patient for. even rip had let him sleep with her on his first day in the city, terrified of him as she was.
this slow burn is somehow that much more satisfying than her instantly rolling over for him, and he's unfamiliar with that feeling--but he likes it. ]