|i've never known a man who loved me||It was early. Like…really early. You know, the kind of early that any sensible person would commit murder over being woken up at this hour and Hessat could recount killing people for far less. He hadn’t heard his door open – no surprise there really – but the minute the bed had dipped his fingers had clenched around the comforting hilt of the silver blade beneath his pillow. His heart was suddenly a flutter – and not the lovey-dovey kind. Who was that? Who would let someone into, no, wait, dumb question. More than a few would be happy to see the golden courtesan violated. Well, ha ha bitches, jokes on you, already been raped before.|
The Saint’s Pleasure didn’t truly close their doors so much as stopped accepting new customers after a certain time and it was well past that. The dark-haired strain forced himself to remain limp, feigning sleep as a new body crawled into place. It was an agonizingly long wait for something, anything, to signal the intentions of his unwelcome visitor, so when nothing came you could imagine his confusion. What? He was impossibly gorgeous and this person was just going to lie there?! Hessat was a tad annoyed. Even when it was some filthy peasant here to rape him, he was Hessat Malik-Guhani and should be the immediate focus. What? He never said he was a sane victim.
After a few minutes more of absolutely nothing the sound of deep, even breathes hissed beside him. Bastard was asleep!?
Enraged, he sat up and…frowned. “Starling?” It was the fox-eared urchin he’d found a few months ago. He was a blacksmith and a prude, blushed at the sight of nipples and had the libido of a neutered cat, what was he doing here?
For a long while the man watched the other sleep soundly, absently fingering the designs on his blade before slipping it back into its previous place and turning over. When he woke up again sunlight streaming into his window was the cause for his sudden awareness but Starling was still a warm, unmoving lump beside him. At some point an arm had been tossed over his waist and he arched a perfectly manicured brow at the limb, seeming to contemplate how angry Starling would be to wake up without it. Very, one might imagine.
With an unattractive grunt Hessat slithered out of bed and chose the second best method he could think of to rouse his slumbering intruder. “Staaarliiiing~” He cooed, a vicious smile curling his lips as he slid his hands over the man’s shoulders. For someone so slight there was definitely an admirable amount of muscle beneath his clothes, enough that he could appreciate them as he splayed his hands on his side. And then he shoved. Hard.
"Wake up you blithering simpleton."
LAIKA OF GS!