[ That flopping arm, tucked away like a child's attempt to tidy his room, earns a silent sigh and a roll of Armand's eyes while Stack has his back turned. As he helps himself to another cigarette, he makes a mental note to inform Giles that their suite needs to be cleaned again, with the necessary apologies for the unexpected depletion of the house's population. He's not looking forward to spending his time cleaning up after yet another messy fledgling, but certain standards have to be kept if they don't want to end up living in the woods. And he prefers to remain on the good side of the household staff.
Cigarette lit, he moves over to Stack to fuss over him one-handed, tugging the lapels and cuffs of his jacket until it sits straight on him, smoothing down the front of his shirt. They're the same height, the two of them; he can look into those blue-spark eyes and wonder at the depth of his hunger, his strength. A formidable creature.
He keeps his palm flat on Stack's broad chest for a few moments. ]
Sometimes. It's safer that way, with more than one. But it can be done alone. I'll show you.
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Cigarette lit, he moves over to Stack to fuss over him one-handed, tugging the lapels and cuffs of his jacket until it sits straight on him, smoothing down the front of his shirt. They're the same height, the two of them; he can look into those blue-spark eyes and wonder at the depth of his hunger, his strength. A formidable creature.
He keeps his palm flat on Stack's broad chest for a few moments. ]
Sometimes. It's safer that way, with more than one. But it can be done alone. I'll show you.