[ The question doesn't need to be harsh for Khadgar to feel like he's made a bad mistake, and he immediately looks apologetic and nervous. ]
I'm sorry, I should have sent a message, or asked if you were busy. Are you busy? I can come by some other time.
[ He realizes it was foolish to think seeing Larus in person would help, and that he'd be able to control himself here without the need getting worse. He sticks his hands in his pockets to keep them to himself, ready to flee the moment he confirms his presence is unwanted. ]
From their conversations and their limited interactions, Larus knows he has to be sort of gentle with him. In those ways, sometimes, he reminds him of Egil. ]
I never said I was busy. I just wanted to know why you came.
[ And maybe it isn't going to help, not when they'd already sort of made this agreement between them, but he steps into Khadgar's personal space and runs a hand lightly down his arm. They've already been close. He's already seen him naked. Yet, this feels like a different sort of intimacy, listening to his heartbeat as he looks at him. ]
[ The touch certainly helps his heart beat faster, though that may not be the best thing right now. In this moment, he almost wishes they hadn't met, but that's a cruel thought that he doesn't let linger. ]
I know I promised I wouldn't ask. [ Maybe that can be enough, and he won't have to say more than that, but he knows that's probably unfair. ] Do you, by any chance, need to feed? I'm sorry, I know you don't want to.
[ He hates having to ever ask for help, but he tries to tell himself it'll be worth it if he gets to feel Larus' mouth on him again. ] I'll do whatever you want in return, I promise.
[ He doesn't know if he likes the insinuation. This hadn't been a good arrangement when they'd discussed it for a variety of reasons, and that Khadgar thinks he owes him something for his blood – even if it's only a little that he takes – makes him almost nauseous. Still, Larus gently takes him by the wrist even as he frowns. ]
You shouldn't say that. [ It's a gentle chiding, his fingers curling into the other man's skin. ] Is that all you want from me?
[ He's certain his desire is genuine, because it's there even when he's not aching to be bitten. It's just harder to think about right now when he's hyperfocused on the touch against his wrist. It doesn't seem fair to just get his own needs satisfied, even if he is giving up something in return. The fear of not showing enough gratitude and being sent away probably isn't rational, but he can't completely fight it, and he leans in to try to give Larus a kiss. ]
I'm sure there's things we could think to do, if you have the time. [ He laughs softly, but it doesn't last long, and his smile falters. ] First, I just... please?
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I'm sorry, I should have sent a message, or asked if you were busy. Are you busy? I can come by some other time.
[ He realizes it was foolish to think seeing Larus in person would help, and that he'd be able to control himself here without the need getting worse. He sticks his hands in his pockets to keep them to himself, ready to flee the moment he confirms his presence is unwanted. ]
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From their conversations and their limited interactions, Larus knows he has to be sort of gentle with him. In those ways, sometimes, he reminds him of Egil. ]
I never said I was busy. I just wanted to know why you came.
[ And maybe it isn't going to help, not when they'd already sort of made this agreement between them, but he steps into Khadgar's personal space and runs a hand lightly down his arm. They've already been close. He's already seen him naked. Yet, this feels like a different sort of intimacy, listening to his heartbeat as he looks at him. ]
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I know I promised I wouldn't ask. [ Maybe that can be enough, and he won't have to say more than that, but he knows that's probably unfair. ] Do you, by any chance, need to feed? I'm sorry, I know you don't want to.
[ He hates having to ever ask for help, but he tries to tell himself it'll be worth it if he gets to feel Larus' mouth on him again. ] I'll do whatever you want in return, I promise.
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You shouldn't say that. [ It's a gentle chiding, his fingers curling into the other man's skin. ] Is that all you want from me?
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[ He's certain his desire is genuine, because it's there even when he's not aching to be bitten. It's just harder to think about right now when he's hyperfocused on the touch against his wrist. It doesn't seem fair to just get his own needs satisfied, even if he is giving up something in return. The fear of not showing enough gratitude and being sent away probably isn't rational, but he can't completely fight it, and he leans in to try to give Larus a kiss. ]
I'm sure there's things we could think to do, if you have the time. [ He laughs softly, but it doesn't last long, and his smile falters. ] First, I just... please?