[ Ah. In the breadth of a moment, Sion finds himself upended, his challenge accepted in full. And with his back to the mattress beneath them both, the King finds the new vantage point to his liking—here, he may fully study the other man, his hands finding either side of Jonathan's hips, resting there. Truly, the man is a willowed thing: long and lean, his build perfect for casting a looming shadow to terrify those who would not understand. And as for the King...? He simply basks in the shade, fingers dropping to play upon the waist of Jonathan's trousers before following the cut of the man's pelvis in a slow, sweeping touch, his hand molding to the juncture of Jonathan's legs to palm him through the fabric. ]
Then, with no front between us, tell me what you enjoy.
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Then, with no front between us, tell me what you enjoy.
[ And how Sion might see that desire satisfied. ]