A decedant pool of chocolate silk gathered across his lap, idle strands clinging to bare thighs as satin caressed his arm a robe loosely slipped about his form. A glance was offered to his raven haired lover, a knowing smile touching pale lips as droplets of perspiration glinted in the eerie luminance provided by the brewing storm. So fragile. A finger ghosted up along the sinew held taut upon his thigh, the resulting twitch amusing him greatly as lips parted, no doubt a deep groan echoing within the silent throat. Dark lashes parted, a shard of sapphire glinting in the murk, capturing the patient emerald gaze upon his prone form. For a moment Lantis appreciated the gaze, revelled in it even as it traced the contours of his lithe, elegant form, hungry, always hungry, what for? His form turned abruptly, distorting as he twisted, his spine turned to his sire as his hand rose to his countenance, craddling it. For a moment his senses reeled, trying as ever to make sense of his surroundings, the sharp masculine scent that surrounded him and the earthy tang the storm drew. A second passed before a fingertip trailed the length of his spine, digits tiptoing across his shoulder as warmth spread across his back, a form leant upon it. "You hunger chere?" A swift tilt of his head brought ivory daggers to rest upon the proferred finger, his tongue caressing the tip instead, the only sign of attraction towards his sire that he had shown this eve not slipping past without recognition, the damp digit caressing his cheek. "Then go to them, no?" Hands wandered, ivory cotton drawn tenderly across broad shoulders as his master drew his clothes upon him, not an all together uncommon experience. Digits wove together, dexterious and pliable as the buttons were attempted in unison, each securely fastened and neatened before his jacket and trousers were donned, transforming into a respectable gentleman within the slow, sensual experience. "Chere?" A wicked smile. "I am desireous to dine in tonight, why not bring something back for me? Though none could match your beauty." He stood, seeming ignorant or unwilling to oblidge his sire as gently he placed the hat upon his head, stalking towards the door. For a brief moment he glanced back, a cool mixture of hunger and contempt within his eyes before a curt nod signified his acceptance.
(I was going to write more but.. x.x I'm tired. Sorry.)