After a moment, Ishmael removed the handkerchief from his neck, and tucked it away again, still basking in the feeling of the blood. He smirked at Kieran. “I’m a bit giddy myself.”
Sometimes there would be little to stop him from melting away into the shadows, at this point, now that he’d gotten what he wanted. As it was, he didn’t pull back at all: he’d promised compensation of one sort already, that much was true, but he was in no real rush otherwise, either, particularly not with how comfortable the young man seemed. Particularly not with the mischief in his grin. Ishmael returned that conspiratorial look, and dropped his hands to grasp at Kieran’s shirt again - an overfamiliar motion, ostensibly to do up the buttons he’d undone earlier, although he didn’t, yet.
He and Kieran could get along, he thought. “Anything else I can do?” Ishmael said, looking at him from under his lashes (like he hadn’t been the one to orchestrate this situation entirely, hadn’t already been a very literal pain in his neck). Kieran, on the other hand, was a real treat. And cute, too.
Sometimes there would be little to stop him from melting away into the shadows, at this point, now that he’d gotten what he wanted. As it was, he didn’t pull back at all: he’d promised compensation of one sort already, that much was true, but he was in no real rush otherwise, either, particularly not with how comfortable the young man seemed. Particularly not with the mischief in his grin. Ishmael returned that conspiratorial look, and dropped his hands to grasp at Kieran’s shirt again - an overfamiliar motion, ostensibly to do up the buttons he’d undone earlier, although he didn’t, yet.
He and Kieran could get along, he thought. “Anything else I can do?” Ishmael said, looking at him from under his lashes (like he hadn’t been the one to orchestrate this situation entirely, hadn’t already been a very literal pain in his neck). Kieran, on the other hand, was a real treat. And cute, too.
