[cw: implied violence]
Of course. Was there any other acceptable answer? There wasn’t. Chéri could feel the uneasiness, it was very evident. At the same time, if Darius really hadn’t wanted this, he would have started saying no by now. Chéri didn’t think it the case. They had seen how he had looked, they had felt small movements and sighs that were possibly invisible to everybody else but not to them. They had been surviving on those snippets of desire for a long time. Chéri knew it was there and that they only needed to wait for Darius to break.
Man broke different ways for them, some became enraged, some cried, some let their mind go free and their hands be freer. Darius was the best kind: he searched for more contact, in lieu of intimacy. Chéri smiled to themselves, while they made a small sigh of delight, as they pretty much climbed on Darius. Aaaand words again.
Chéri considered briefly to just get on with it. Again, words really didn’t come easy to them and they disliked using them because they generally weren’t, in their eyes, reliable, but Darius clearly needed a warning. He needed more, actually, and Chéri had half an idea what that might be, but they weren’t going to mess with that. While they didn’t trust words, they trusted their instincts and their instincts set a reasonable boundary for them.
They took their robe off, counting on the fact that the purple spot on their thigh wasn’t currently visible and then said “I want to see you the way you see me. I want to make you feel good. And I want you to show me just how good it feels,” that was the best they could do and as vague as they could, as their standard go to was Let’s fuck and that still felt redundant sometimes. They could be more specific, but they were pretty sure the words had the potential to horrify Darius, much more than the act ever could. Because if there was something dirty about Chéri, was their vocabulary. They started to undo his buttons “Will you let me?” better to ask one extra time with this one.
Of course. Was there any other acceptable answer? There wasn’t. Chéri could feel the uneasiness, it was very evident. At the same time, if Darius really hadn’t wanted this, he would have started saying no by now. Chéri didn’t think it the case. They had seen how he had looked, they had felt small movements and sighs that were possibly invisible to everybody else but not to them. They had been surviving on those snippets of desire for a long time. Chéri knew it was there and that they only needed to wait for Darius to break.
Man broke different ways for them, some became enraged, some cried, some let their mind go free and their hands be freer. Darius was the best kind: he searched for more contact, in lieu of intimacy. Chéri smiled to themselves, while they made a small sigh of delight, as they pretty much climbed on Darius. Aaaand words again.
Chéri considered briefly to just get on with it. Again, words really didn’t come easy to them and they disliked using them because they generally weren’t, in their eyes, reliable, but Darius clearly needed a warning. He needed more, actually, and Chéri had half an idea what that might be, but they weren’t going to mess with that. While they didn’t trust words, they trusted their instincts and their instincts set a reasonable boundary for them.
They took their robe off, counting on the fact that the purple spot on their thigh wasn’t currently visible and then said “I want to see you the way you see me. I want to make you feel good. And I want you to show me just how good it feels,” that was the best they could do and as vague as they could, as their standard go to was Let’s fuck and that still felt redundant sometimes. They could be more specific, but they were pretty sure the words had the potential to horrify Darius, much more than the act ever could. Because if there was something dirty about Chéri, was their vocabulary. They started to undo his buttons “Will you let me?” better to ask one extra time with this one.
