Skye isn't entirely sure what he expected -- another of the Room's dingy cheap motel knockoffs, perhaps -- but it certainly wasn't this. He looks around, tracing the perimeter of the room and its contents with his gaze.
He doesn't thank Fred for the welcome; it's not necessary. Instead, he looks him up and down, appraising, and murmurs, "Pretty," because there's something about his vulnerability, his willingness to be broken, that's almost beautiful.
Sitting on the bed without waiting for an invitation, he leans back and just waits. It's Fred's move -- Skye's will come later.
It's a moment before he can make himself move, but his inner self argues that it's already been made a command. Sky said You do whatever you want to me, then I break out the sharp objects...
And it was his birthday...
"One promised a gift on its knees," he says softly, turning and walking slowly to the bed. His hand brushes Skye's knee and lingers, then moves to his thigh as he kneels.
His movements are slow. Graceful. He reaches to caress, his fingers slow and steady over Skye's clothing, making their way to his waist.
"One wishes to please you..." He tugs open a button, then looks up to Skye for approval.
His gaze is returned evenly, all expectation. Then, encouragingly -- and so gently that it could probably be classified as malicious teasing -- he runs a hand from Fred's xcalp to the ends of his hair, and loosely grips a handful of red.
"Then please me," he hisses, tone sharp because he senses that the other needs it that way before he'll take any sort of initiative.
There it is. The demand. The hiss that eliminates the possibility one might disobey.
"Yes..."
His hands are steadier now, caressing Skye through his trousers with one hand even as the other works them open, and he bites his lip as he tugs clothing away.
"One only wishes to please you," he breathes, and wraps a hand around Skye's cock. He intended to stroke and caress but his mouth waters and he can't resist for another moment. He's thought of this since he mentioned being on his knees, and a soft hungry sound escapes as he takes Skye into his mouth.
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He doesn't thank Fred for the welcome; it's not necessary. Instead, he looks him up and down, appraising, and murmurs, "Pretty," because there's something about his vulnerability, his willingness to be broken, that's almost beautiful.
Sitting on the bed without waiting for an invitation, he leans back and just waits. It's Fred's move -- Skye's will come later.
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And it was his birthday...
"One promised a gift on its knees," he says softly, turning and walking slowly to the bed. His hand brushes Skye's knee and lingers, then moves to his thigh as he kneels.
His movements are slow. Graceful. He reaches to caress, his fingers slow and steady over Skye's clothing, making their way to his waist.
"One wishes to please you..." He tugs open a button, then looks up to Skye for approval.
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"Then please me," he hisses, tone sharp because he senses that the other needs it that way before he'll take any sort of initiative.
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"Yes..."
His hands are steadier now, caressing Skye through his trousers with one hand even as the other works them open, and he bites his lip as he tugs clothing away.
"One only wishes to please you," he breathes, and wraps a hand around Skye's cock. He intended to stroke and caress but his mouth waters and he can't resist for another moment. He's thought of this since he mentioned being on his knees, and a soft hungry sound escapes as he takes Skye into his mouth.
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