With his hand at Carlisle's back, Glacius can no doubt feel the sigh he pushes out of his lungs. "No, I'd- I rather do like that feeling you stir within me. You make me feel... incredible. Better than I knew I could feel."
Glacius might be able to feel how he reddens at that confession, too. He doesn't speak often of their most intimate moments, but when he does, it is often with a hint of reservation. He's the sort to keep such things between them for a reason. "I'm simply afraid of what might happen should I completely lose control over myself -- over my curse -- in those times. If I am unable to hold in the full breadth of its influence because I feel so... free. Unbound."
Another sigh. "It sounds so foolish. What kind of compulsion would that even be? What would I have you do when I am so inundated by—"
He cuts himself off, his color deepening. It's not as though Glacius doesn't know how he feels, but he is sheepish all the same for his own reactions.
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Glacius might be able to feel how he reddens at that confession, too. He doesn't speak often of their most intimate moments, but when he does, it is often with a hint of reservation. He's the sort to keep such things between them for a reason. "I'm simply afraid of what might happen should I completely lose control over myself -- over my curse -- in those times. If I am unable to hold in the full breadth of its influence because I feel so... free. Unbound."
Another sigh. "It sounds so foolish. What kind of compulsion would that even be? What would I have you do when I am so inundated by—"
He cuts himself off, his color deepening. It's not as though Glacius doesn't know how he feels, but he is sheepish all the same for his own reactions.