The slow scrape of nails biting into his back, touching his skin, carefully-measured. He’s had to explain the mechanics to concubines before, to tell them slower, slower, the very technology itself edging him out of necessity, but Jessica evidently already knows or implicitly understands how the Imperial shield works —
(which should perhaps be a red flag and an alarm in the back of his mind, but there’s simply no room for any other more calculating thoughts when her hands are on him like this)
His teeth graze against her neck, nipping sharper with a bite before being replaced by laving longue, hot mouth, determined to leave his own mark on her in turn. This, too, is part of it: knowing the concubines will wander away tomorrow feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-sated, finding the love bites on their neck, not knowing but understanding that passion happened. They won’t remember, but he was here. This happened. The world remembers. He’ll leave an imprint.
“Cleon,” he says suddenly, desperate and unplanned, voice ragged. “Not Empire. Call me Cleon.”
She can do this here, in this room, and only this room. Breaking down the barrier of his personal name, somehow even more intimate than Jessica’s fingers running along his cock.
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(which should perhaps be a red flag and an alarm in the back of his mind, but there’s simply no room for any other more calculating thoughts when her hands are on him like this)
His teeth graze against her neck, nipping sharper with a bite before being replaced by laving longue, hot mouth, determined to leave his own mark on her in turn. This, too, is part of it: knowing the concubines will wander away tomorrow feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-sated, finding the love bites on their neck, not knowing but understanding that passion happened. They won’t remember, but he was here. This happened. The world remembers. He’ll leave an imprint.
“Cleon,” he says suddenly, desperate and unplanned, voice ragged. “Not Empire. Call me Cleon.”
She can do this here, in this room, and only this room. Breaking down the barrier of his personal name, somehow even more intimate than Jessica’s fingers running along his cock.