rowan laidir 🗡️

A soft gasp left his lips when Vinny grabbed his hair, and he gazed up at them with a sultry look. "I do enjoy teasing you, mon cœur," he purred.
He smirked when he was pulled closer, and rolled his hips when he felt Vinny's erection. He then moved to his knees, gazing up at them through his lashes.

Rowan smiles at their words. "I could ask the same of you," he replies with a giggle as they're pulled closer. He places kisses along Vinny's jawline down to their neck while his hands roam their bare torso.

"Oh? Anywhere in particular?" he asks innocently, though his eyes give away everything.

Their breath catches at the other's words. "I don't think I could ever do such a thing," they replied, grinning as Vinny kisses them. He returns it with fervor, reaching up to place his hands on their chest.

"*Very* nicely, you say? Well, how can I refuse?" they say with a giggle. "Come here, mon cher..." they purr.

A bigger ego? That can be arranged. *wide grin* Hi there, Hanna~

"Maintenant, baise-moi," he breathed against their lips while rolling his hips against Vincent's.
(Now, fuck me)

Their words were enough to bring tears to his eyes. "Of course I do," he said, almost choking on the words as emotion flooded his senses. As Vincent kissed his palm, he leaned down to press his lips to theirs, and a soft moan left his throat when he felt their cock twitch against his thigh.

He reached down with one hand to undo the tie that was holding the silky fabric around him. It slid down his thighs and pooled on the ground next to them, and Rowan pulled back to gaze at them while moving his hand back up to rest on their shoulder.

Rowan could feel his arousal start to coat the insides of his thighs as Vincent continued to kiss his neck, and he couldn't help but shiver as their hands slipped below the thin material covering his lower half.

"What if they were good dreams *because* you misbehaved?" he replied with a grin.

Aww, you miss me that much, huh? *grins*

“It scared me… at first,” he continued, swallowing hard and biting back another moan as their teeth teased his skin. He looked down at them through heated eyes. “But not anymore.” He shook his head slowly.



“Je te veux. In every way I can have you.”

(I want you)

“Me too.” The words were a whisper, and his eyes fell closed as their lips made their way down the sensitive skin. Their mustache brushed behind, making him giggle softly as it tickled under his jaw.

“I dream about you constantly,” he admitted, digging his fingers into their chest.

Rowan grinned at their words, and let himself be pulled into their lap with ease. The warmth he felt when they said those things… It was foreign, and scary, but also… good. It felt *good*.

His fingers curled into the other’s chest and a soft moan escaped him as they kissed his neck.

"Would you like it if I touched you here?" Rowan's fingers drifted along their arm to settle on their chest, brushing against the soft blond hairs there with a smile. "Or maybe here?" They slid lower, and he didn't take his eyes off of theirs as his hand squeezed their hip.

"Is that so?" It was a response to both things they said. "That is quite the coincidence, because I feel the same way," he murmured, letting his eyes drift along the blond's body and linger on the parts he'd dreamt about the most often. Their lips, their chest, stomach, and neck. Really, everything.

The hitch of their breath made him shiver, and he could swear his heart was beating wildly enough to hop right out of his chest as Vincent's fingers brushed along the sensitive skin of his neck, down his shoulder and then his arm. Their touch felt like sparks against him, and he craved more.

Rowan couldn't help the way his chest tightened at Vincent's words, but a small part of him soared at the admission. He trusted them with his life, he had known them long enough now to do so, but the terror of relinquishing his trust to someone was no easy feat, no matter how much he knew them.

"Of course, amor. Business always comes first," he agreed, following after her with his hands folded neatly behind his back.

The way her eyes traveled across his body as she turned to face him made him nearly preen, and a wry grin appeared on his face at the attention. Rowan knew the look of desire, and it was written like the morning paper on her face. Later, then... he thought to himself.

Rowan didn't envy Ellisia's role here tonight. He had been in her shoes, even still filled them with some jobs, but he avoided them if he could. He was more than capable of charming a room, or noble, and getting what he wanted... but he didn't enjoy it.

"Likewise, mon cher," he murmured, his eyes brightening as he took a chance to lean a little closer.

"It's not boring, or rude, because I much prefer sharing my time with someone who deserves it..." He reaches out to gently run a few fingers along the tan skin of their forearm, meeting their gaze.

His skin feels warm as Vincent's eyes travel further, and he worries his lower lip with his teeth as he takes in the other's muscular arms and soft stomach. He couldn't begin to count how many times he imagined cuddling close to them in a setting just like this one, letting the sun warm their skin.

“Oh, I can handle a few splinters… But I’m patient,” he replied with a matching grin. It softens into a warm smile as Vincent stares at him, and he takes a moment to do the same. Mismatched eyes linger on theirs, taking them in and feeling like he could drown in them if he weren't careful.

"I do love visiting Val Royeux from time to time," he replies with a grin. "It's where I get all my nice silk robes."

Reactions so good they're on there twice!

Hmm. This is pretty accurate, though! 🙂‍↕️

He rose a brow as he slowly approached her again, letting his eyes wander over her figure. "It *is* a party, after all. Why waste a good time?"

Stealth was a specialty of his, so he had no reservations about getting in and out of where he needed, so long as Ellisia did a good job with distracting the hosts.

"And perhaps when we both have what we need, we can have a little fun ourselves?"

Rowan's eyes followed her as she stepped away, lingering on the redness of her cheeks while his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"That's an excellent plan, mon cher," he replied, meeting her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Rowan almost missed their questions, and he blinked out of his thoughts as he met their eyes with a smile.

"This has been my day for the most part," he admitted, giggling softly. "Some of my crew have come and gone. But they're all very boring compared to you," he said, giving them a smirk.

He watched as droplets from their hair dripped onto their shoulders and made their way down, completely transfixed. Rowan wasn't blind to Vincent's looks; he had imagined many different scenarios between them... Most of them not very appropriate.