Curse him, curse him to hell and back. The Shield merely glance over his shoulder at the Accursed who was holding him in such a way that was only deemed as an invasion of ones space. First instinct was to push him away, get some distance between the two before taking off but the minute those lips fell upon his neck, Gods how he hated himself.
That damn blush was back and he couldn’t very much help it with his sensitive skin. Ardyn knew, he always knew about it and it was a problem. Osiris growled under his breath, denying the man anymore feelings from him as he jerked his head and neck away.
“ Too long and here I was planning on keeping it that way. ”
Ardyn chuckled, knowing that his little touches to the Shield’s skin was enough to send the younger man squirming. Each little touch and each little taste of the skin was a hatch in Ardyn’s bedpost, though the ultimate would be when Osiris finally gave in.
Curse his damn loyalty. The Shield could be broken, however, and Ardyn had every intention to BREAK him.
Long nailed fingers lightly scratched beneath Osiris’ chin and the fallen king leaned in relatively close, as though to whisper to the very Corruption that lay deep inside of the Shield’s heart.
“Still trying to run away from me, hm? Come now. We both know you just cannot stay away for long.”