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You placed your hands carefully on his chest, trying to scoot closer to him on your knees where the two of you sat on your bed–
But the Knight’s breath stuttered as he jolted backwards at the contact, the smallest of gasps between you as you touched him. Your hands met solid body underneath his cloak, yet his reaction gave you pause faster than anything else ever could–had you upset him?
“Oh– I-I’m sorry, Knight,” you spoke softly, retracting your hands to your lap quickly. “I didn’t ask first.”
Shit. You wanted to just leave already. You’d hardly done anything and you were already proving yourself to be awful company, making him uncomfortable without but five minutes going by! You stared at the ground, trying to look anywhere other than the man beside you as you shifted your body the other way. You bounced onto the mattress, landing on your butt and letting your feet dangle off the side.
A moment of quiet stretched before your brain began to fill in the gaps with panic, you couldn’t help but keep talking. “I-If I’m overstepping, I understand if you’d rather leave, I just thought–”
“No.”
The Knight stopped you, and your head whipped around to stare at him. You watched as his cloak rose and fell frantically, clearly trying to find the air to fill his lungs. But none of it was enough.
Another beat.
You wanted to touch him again. You could feel it in the tips of your fingers, like electric currents under your skin. Just one taste was enough for you to crave more, if he would let you. But you couldn’t just ask, with words. That was a fate worse than death, if you were being honest with yourself.
But…
Daringly. You reached your hand out slowly. You watched it as you did so, and you knew that he was watching as well, following your every movement with bated breath–if he wanted to stop you, he would. It was unspoken, a natural law between you in everything that you did, something that you treasured. If there was one thing in the world that you could trust above all else, it was everything both said and unsaid that you and the Knight shared. The both of you together were two souls in a constant dance–never once landing on each other’s toes, despite the fact that neither of you knew the proper steps.
Fingers found his leg, crawling along his invisible skin and finding the expanse of thigh where you could lay it fully across.
“Your touch… Is like fire,” the Knight spoke, uncharacteristically quiet. A gauntlet came down to lace fingers through yours, and his body rose, curving inwards to loom above you. Suddenly the soft bone of a nose nuzzled your pulse, and you could feel more than hear the Knight’s satin voice lick against the shell of your ear–the sensation warmed you, butterflies in your lower belly taking flight into your ribs and making you choke.
You tried to duck your head, to hide from his overbearing presence, but metal gripped your chin as it stopped you. It forced your eyes upward, even though you’d no idea where it was you should be looking.
“Would, that I–” he began thickly, words trailing off in a trembled croak, “t-that Someone... Could feel all of you.”
Heat blossomed across your cheeks, unable to suppress the soft whimper that fell off your lips–the Knight’s mind was slipping, tripping over itself. All you could do was sigh, as knuckles far stronger than your own squeezed each side of your face, the pointy ends of the Knight’s armor nearly digging divots into your flesh. He was holding himself back, from what you couldn’t discern–yet a part of you wished desperately that he wouldn’t.
You brought your hand up to rest atop his as he held you.
“...What would you do, Roland? If you could,” you murmured bravely, testing how far you were allowed to go while already caught in the clutches of what could very easily be your predator. The Knight’s true name tasted hot on your tongue, like a whiskey that burned itself into your gums in the most delicious way–you felt drunk, and your head spun and swirled as his imperceivable muscles twitched against you. The Knight was absolutely rigid.
Your heart thumped, you could puke from the adrenaline coursing through your veins if you weren’t so grounded by the earthy smell of leather holding you down by its silver talons.
…
“Consume thee. Whole, if thou would allow me.” Lips grazed your ear, the Knight’s voice was low and gravely, whispered–so that only you could hear it. Not that there was anyone else around you that could even have the chance. You were alone, completely, with each long end of his blue cloak draping around you like a curtain of cotton and suede blocking out the rest of the world, keeping you nestled safely in the chrysalis of his Arcane heart. “Some… I, would sink these hands into thee, and savor the deepest parts of you, my love. Keep you here, until you are completely, utterly sated,” he spoke, pausing to kiss into the side of your nape. “Or until the coming dawn begs me to stop.”
Even the smallest of sounds were enough to set flame to that ego of his you knew was still there, no matter how hard he attempted to bury it. And the mewl that was pulled out of you was akin to gasoline. “Words… are not enough to express how terribly this body aches, to know every single inch of you.”
…The Knight’s hand loosened its iron grip on your jaw. There was a feeling somewhere inside that told you it took all of the strength left within him to do so.
“But that is not possible.”
I wish it could be, you thought to yourself, a mournful yearning itching at your core and the back of your mind that only fueled your most primal instincts that told you to lunge for him. An armored claw cradled the upward bend of your spine, shirt riding up, up, up, until he could grasp the soft fat just beneath your breast–the Knight was so much larger than you, and you gasped against his chest as you noticed such a fact, in the way he all but curled around you like a snake suffocating its prey.
His invisible arms could so easily wrap around you, pull you into his velvet maw with ease–and every quiet thrum of the Knight’s body, as if it were simulating the lost memory of a lonely heartbeat finally experiencing the touch it had been so starved of until this point, made you only want more of him. A phantom tongue flattened atop your pulse and you whined, your ankles trying their best to hook around his frame. The Knight’s hold fit perfectly against you, against every curve and bend of your body, and when his hands found the spot where hip met supple thigh, he squeezed–not paying any mind to if it would hurt.
And if it did, you didn’t care. You never would, not with the Knight. As long as you were in his arms, surrounded by every beautiful ounce of him, no amount of pain he could cause would ever matter; and yet, there was nothing he could do to you that would ever be enough.
I wish you could devour me, entirely. Place me inside you, deep in your ribs, and protect me.
But that wasn’t possible.