Arawn finds himself taking in every reaction he drags out of Kyo. Everything from the sounds and his voice make his ears swivel and flick, trying to pick out what's happening with the younger beyond that heavy air of anger and frustration. He can hear those breaths he sucks in, the lilt of something in his voice besides that anger. His hand spreads over warm skin, feeling the way those muscles flex, how Kyo's body moves. He can feel so much of the strength in that lithe body already, and it only feeds into that growing heat under his skin.
The amber gaze flicks up and to the other's face when Kyo speaks, watching the way his lips form that snarl. Kyo will notice how wide his pupil against the amber irises, the way the corner of his lips quirk upwards in amusement at the continued show of resistance. Arawn isn't the type of person to flaunt what he can or has done - your actions should always speak louder than your words - and now is no exception. If Kyo wants the world, he'll give it to him, and he won't let that bristling attitude stop him from doing it.
His lips spread into a smirk, flashing his own teeth again, a flash of teeth that's more a promise of what's to come than a threat. "I'll like a challenge," he replies as he leans forward again. His mouth his back on Kyo's skin, pressing open mouthed kisses to the curve of Kyo's shoulder and neck, letting his teeth catch and press against skin in a way that will bruise - one of many marks the other will wear on his skin after this encounter. He wants that more than anything, for Kyo and everyone else to know who the cat belongs to, and he plans to make sure there are plenty for only Kyo to see so he can remember what they've down here. What else they will do in the future.
He doesn't bother with holding onto Kyo's hips now, instead pushing his hands up and along the line of Kyo's torso. The top arcs of his palms are rough from time, an animals paws used against the ground and other surfaces, hardened with new callouses from learning to use and master weapons. He lets them glide over Kyo's skin, keeping one on his back, the other sweeping over his side and up his chest to let his fingers brush one nipple before he pulls back from where he'd been kissing and biting against the other's neck. His attention is instead on pulling that shirt up and over Kyo's head, prepared to maneuver his arms if they get in the way. There's no concern for the fact that they're still being watched - not only by his pack and advisor but the Sohmas who had accompanied Kyo here. Arawn doesn't pay them any mind, letting them fade into the background in favor of continuing to focus entirely on Kyo.
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Date: 2024-02-23 12:10 am (UTC)The amber gaze flicks up and to the other's face when Kyo speaks, watching the way his lips form that snarl. Kyo will notice how wide his pupil against the amber irises, the way the corner of his lips quirk upwards in amusement at the continued show of resistance. Arawn isn't the type of person to flaunt what he can or has done - your actions should always speak louder than your words - and now is no exception. If Kyo wants the world, he'll give it to him, and he won't let that bristling attitude stop him from doing it.
His lips spread into a smirk, flashing his own teeth again, a flash of teeth that's more a promise of what's to come than a threat. "I'll like a challenge," he replies as he leans forward again. His mouth his back on Kyo's skin, pressing open mouthed kisses to the curve of Kyo's shoulder and neck, letting his teeth catch and press against skin in a way that will bruise - one of many marks the other will wear on his skin after this encounter. He wants that more than anything, for Kyo and everyone else to know who the cat belongs to, and he plans to make sure there are plenty for only Kyo to see so he can remember what they've down here. What else they will do in the future.
He doesn't bother with holding onto Kyo's hips now, instead pushing his hands up and along the line of Kyo's torso. The top arcs of his palms are rough from time, an animals paws used against the ground and other surfaces, hardened with new callouses from learning to use and master weapons. He lets them glide over Kyo's skin, keeping one on his back, the other sweeping over his side and up his chest to let his fingers brush one nipple before he pulls back from where he'd been kissing and biting against the other's neck. His attention is instead on pulling that shirt up and over Kyo's head, prepared to maneuver his arms if they get in the way. There's no concern for the fact that they're still being watched - not only by his pack and advisor but the Sohmas who had accompanied Kyo here. Arawn doesn't pay them any mind, letting them fade into the background in favor of continuing to focus entirely on Kyo.