[He tilts his head towards Loki, his voice low and conspiratory.]
Perhaps… you fancy binding a man’s hands and making yours every inch of trembling flesh laying before you, his pride, his civility coming undone slowly, so very slowly. [His description is slow and measured, allowing each word to sink in.] Meting out pleasure and pain so keen it steals the breath from his lungs. Teasing every last nerve, playing each like the strings of a lute and drawing such sweet, wondrous sounds. Bringing him to that knife’s edge... squirming, mewling, wanting, wanting you more than he has ever wanted anything in his life --
--and denying him his release. For as long as you see fit.
[To each his own tastes, of course, but Isaac has just felt unabashedly compelled to share but a few of things he much enjoys. There's quite a bit more where that came from, as one might imagine.]
warning still of Isaac talking about things not rated PG.
[He tilts his head towards Loki, his voice low and conspiratory.]
Perhaps… you fancy binding a man’s hands and making yours every inch of trembling flesh laying before you, his pride, his civility coming undone slowly, so very slowly. [His description is slow and measured, allowing each word to sink in.] Meting out pleasure and pain so keen it steals the breath from his lungs. Teasing every last nerve, playing each like the strings of a lute and drawing such sweet, wondrous sounds. Bringing him to that knife’s edge... squirming, mewling, wanting, wanting you more than he has ever wanted anything in his life --
--and denying him his release. For as long as you see fit.
[To each his own tastes, of course, but Isaac has just felt unabashedly compelled to share but a few of things he much enjoys. There's quite a bit more where that came from, as one might imagine.]