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Gloves | Skin | Dom Viago
Ren let out a shaky sigh as Viago’s gloved thumbs traced the black ink scales under the skin of his neck, just a touch too hard to be anything but possessive.
He had his hands wrapped lightly around Viago's wrists because he'd had to place Viago's hands where he wanted them and he wished for a moment that he'd taken the time to coax Viago out of his gloves first.
He was half sitting on Viago's desk and nearly in the mans' lap straddling his knees with Viago looking up at him, eyes dark already with desire.
“Knew you’d like them,” Ren said with a smirk and licked his lips when Viago’s hands stilled, thumbs pressing firmly into the elf’s voice box.
Ren’s newest tattoos were a crowned king cobra looped around and around the base of his neck with a crow skull nestled between the coils of its’ body.
The de Riva and Dellamorte crests inked forever under bronze skin right where Ren typically wore their mark on a collar.
"You know what would make them even prettier?" Ren purred as he ran his hands ever so gently and slowly down Viago's outstretched arms. His battle scarred fingers couldn't feel much but the sinfully soft leather of Viago's gloves and long sleeve shirt were very familiar.
"What will make our mark upon you prettier?" Viago asked, clearly playing along as he tightened his grip on Ren's neck just enough to feel it when Ren's pulse jumped and then began to pound.
Ren swallowed hard and enjoyed the press of Viago's fingers, which squeezed again when he made a show of licking his lips.
"My, mmm, third favourite necklace?" Ren pretended to muse as he dug his fingers between the layers of Viago's clothing to get his fingertips on warm skin. He dropped one wrist to wrestle the buttons of Viago's sleeve open and shoved the offending fabric out of his way so he could press a kiss to the delicate skin on the inside of Viago's wrist.
"And which is that?" Viago asked without even a hitch in his breathing, though Ren could tell his control was fraying at the edges. His pupils were dilated, his breathing was starting to quicken and Ren could feel the pounding of his heartbeat under his thumb.
Ren pretended to think as he slid down, down, down until he was on his knees and looking up into Viago's hungry expression. He slid his hands torturously slowly up Viago's thighs and halted just shy of Viago's obvious interest.
"You know, the one with pearls,"