As he studies the contents of the freezer, Arsène has his doubts about whether Julian’s digestive system could handle the ice cream with the brownies in it. The vanilla with the caramel and crunchy bits in it should probably do nicely. Besides, Arsène would have taken the brownie anyway; it’s his favorite
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The older vampire's question makes him hesitate just a moment.
"Yes," he says softly.
He wonders if Arsène is pleased or displeased by the answer. He looks up at Arsène searchingly. There's excitement in Julian's eyes, but a hint of anxiety, too. There have only ever been two. The one who made him and Leo, strong, beautiful, loving Leo, whom he trusts and who would never hurt him. Julian stares up at Arsène, biting his lip. Monsieur Arsène has been kind to him thus far, but so was Lucien, at first. Julian runs a hand over Arsène's shoulder, a tiny frisson of fear in the pit of his stomach. It's broad and strong, muscles taut under the skin. The other vampire is so big compared to Julian, so sturdy. Julian smiles nervously, trying to forget his fears. Stop being silly, he scolds himself. Monsieur Arsène is good. There is no reason to be afraid.
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He sees that Julian is nervous. He will fix this. ‘It is okay, mon petit,’ he purrs, sliding his hands up Julian’s shirt, running his fingers over his flesh. ‘I am learning to be gentle. I will try to be gentle.’
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His words make Julian catch his breath. He bites his lip, looking into the older vampire's eyes intently.
Arsène's voice is soothing. His words stop just shy of a promise, not I will be gentle but I will try. It's a comfort, but there is still just enough danger to make a little frisson of excitement ripple deep in Julian's belly.
"Yes," he breathes. He smiles, reaching down and running his fingers through Arsène's hair. "I want to be with you."
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Arsène takes Julian’s hand and leads him down the hall, walking at a bride’s pace, looking over at the boy with what he hopes comes off as adoration and longing. He stops short of the bed, leaving them standing in the center of the master bedroom. He peers at his reflection in Julian's eyes.
‘Please,’ he says, trailing the knuckle of one lightly over the fabric of the boy's shirt. ‘Take your clothes off for me. I want to see you.’
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He puts that out of his mind, smiling up at Arsène. The older vampire doesn't speak, not yet. He just stands there, staring at Julian as though he's trying to memorize every line and curve of him. Julian wonders what to do now. He's happy to be admired, but he wants to be pleasing too.
Perhaps Monsieur Arsène would like him to be a little more bold.
He moves a little closer, narrowing the already slight distance between them. His cock is hard already and it brushes Arsène's thigh just slightly, making Julian catch his breath. He looks at Arsène in what he imagines is a very alluring way.
"Now you," he whispers, nimble fingers working the button at Arsène's shirt collar.
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‘You are very beautiful. I could look at you forever.’
When Julian make his command, he stares at him unabashedly, a certain glint coming into his eye, before disregarding his helping hands and undoing his shirt himself. Arsène has no particular opinion about his body. It’s a thing that he lives in, that serves him well but isn’t of any interest to anyone else. He reveals it hastily, removing his clothes with the particle purpose of having more skin to press against Julian’s. He puts his hands on the boy, feeling his flesh flow over his palms like water.
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Slowly, tentatively, he reaches out to touch Arsène in turn. Delicate fingers trace the lines of his collarbones, move slowly down over his shoulders to map the flat planes of his chest. Julian cocks his head, his eyes following the path his fingers take, admiring the muscles rippling under smooth, unblemished skin. Arsène is not a tall man, but he's sturdy and well-proportioned. Julian's fingers trail over Arsène's ribs and down to his waist. There's a hint of softness there, just enough to be pleasing. Glancing down, Julian bites his lip shyly, tingling warmth returning to his cheeks. Arsène is powerfully built indeed. Julian lets his gaze linger a moment, then slowly runs his hands back up along Arsène's arms, the pale skin soft under his palms.
"Beautiful," he breathes, smiling up at him.
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