[ his trembling prior is nothing compared to what it is, now—violent, uncontrollable, horrified. love itself, ever cruel, has caught his voice in his throat. he's torn between two sides, craving and wanting to shove claude away, to pull his hair, and beat his face, and push free with knees until he can run out of the room and stow away in the attic. even pleas to ask the demon to be more careful with him fall dead on his lips, as though there's something at stake. maybe, in a way, he's resigned himself to the idea that this is claude sampling him, and shouldn't he be willing and good and pleasant and allow the center of his entire world his fill of him?
in any other case, alois may have batted his eyelashes and shown off for claude, but currently he can't manage that sort of confidence. he feels claude's eyes on him and the whole of himself burns. now, alois has blood bubbling on his lip. he's bitten down hard enough to break tissue, to keep himself from screaming, from attacking claude like some frightened animal. for half a minute, he doesn't budge, only stares stupidly and large-eyed at his hand over the buttons to claude's pants, and claude's hand over his own.
and, when he does make to open them, it's with difficulty, because he can't seem to get a hold of his shaking. lord trancy was nothing. claude is petrifying. his strength, his demeanor, that he's zapped alois usual methods of control before he could even blink. ]
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in any other case, alois may have batted his eyelashes and shown off for claude, but currently he can't manage that sort of confidence. he feels claude's eyes on him and the whole of himself burns. now, alois has blood bubbling on his lip. he's bitten down hard enough to break tissue, to keep himself from screaming, from attacking claude like some frightened animal. for half a minute, he doesn't budge, only stares stupidly and large-eyed at his hand over the buttons to claude's pants, and claude's hand over his own.
and, when he does make to open them, it's with difficulty, because he can't seem to get a hold of his shaking. lord trancy was nothing. claude is petrifying. his strength, his demeanor, that he's zapped alois usual methods of control before he could even blink. ]