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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He thinks on that for a long moment, then pushes himself up on his elbows so he can peer down at Intensity. ]

If it's from you, it's different. I'd welcome it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His hand shifts with the motion, trailing down King's neck to rest against the center of his chest.]

Good.

Now I'll have to examine your other wing thoroughly to make sure I get the measurements right.

Among other things.

[puzzlekeeper]

Pervert.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Places a kiss to the curve of King's shoulder]

That's only an insult if you don't like it.

[puzzlekeeper]

Lucky for you.

Imagine if I hated it? You'd have to contain all that lust somehow.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Would I?

Isn't that just a matter of---

[And he squirms a little bit to try and get out from under King.]

Adapting?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He shifts to allow that, the remaining wing unfurling slightly. ]

That's an arrogant assumption.

Or a risky one.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Both adjectives I'm partial to. Now.

[And one hand smooths down King's spine, eyes intently watching that remaining wing twitch.

And maybe adding a hint of pressure to guide King down to the mattress.]

Lie down and get comfortable, Atem~

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He does so, but he arches his back and makes sure it looks as seductive as possible. ]

As you wish.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The quiet intake of breath confirms that King is very successful in his endeavor.

This.

Bitch.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[But wait a few more moments, and gentle hands will be smoothing over King's wing. Three fingers pinch the very tip of it to keep it in place as each brush of his other hand stretches it to its full wingspan.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Ahhh.

King sighs languidly as the wing follows Intensity's guidance -- he barely needs to move it at all before it simply follows his commands, stretching out completely. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He keeps the wing taut, switching to his metal hand to have a sturdier grip.

And then oh so carefully begins to trace the outer edges of the wing with just the pads of his fingers. Pausing here and there to trail up a ridge or vein.]

You dislike them so much?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He keeps it still, assuming Intensity actually IS taking measurements and isn't just being self-indulgent. ]

I dislike what they represent.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Who can say really? It seems like he is at any rate. For he lets go of King's wing after manually flapping it lightly to test the range of the joint.]

Chains to a life you did not choose for yourself?

[puzzlekeeper]

No. All my lives have been like that.

But it's proof they can do with us as they please. Torture us, kill us, alter us.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How is that different from being beholden to a golden puzzle at the whim of your so-called gods?

He doesn't say.

As he leans down to press his lips to King's topmost vertebrae.]

They can.

For a time.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Sighs, pressing up into that ]

Yes. For a time.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So then you'll wear my ring. My crown. And now my wings.

Careful, Your Excellency.

[His lips slides to the next vertebrae, pressing another kiss there as well.]

Or I really will put you back together piece by piece. And every bit mine.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Chuckles under his breath ]

That's certainly better than a demon's, don't you think?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Debatable.

[And continuing his path along King's spine. One spot lower.]

I'm more creative than they are.

[puzzlekeeper]

We need to find something better to compare you to. There's no contest.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

As if anyone could hold a candle to me.

Now.

[Intensity shifts, rising up a little so one hand can comb through King's hair, starting at his temple and raking down to the base of his neck.]

Close your eyes.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He makes a low, pleased mumbling sound, but does as Intensity asks - closing his eyes. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He has His Excellency trained so well.

And those fingers continue their lazy path down King's spine, working out the knots and tension in his shoulders and upper back.

No.

More.

Fussing.

It's Intensity's turn now.]