[ He finds himself almost surprised to see the answer to his question. Belial's touch is exploratory, but gentle, careful, almost chaste. It's not the touch of a beast driven by instinct, not even of a man succumbing to lust and single-intendedly seeking to fulfill carnal desire. The look on his face, the tone of his voice— missed this? It does not sound as if he's talking about the act of their copulation, exactly. Is this some expression of loyalty, filtered through Belial's own forms of communication? Even the way Belial leans in to kiss him seems not to be driven by pure desire.
Right. This isn't the first time he's found Belial incomprehensible. When he has treated him in this reverent way that surely must come from a place of loyalty from a beast to his master, but feels as if there is a deeper, implausibly profound emotion that contradictions everything he knows to be true. Lucilius does not like that, and decides not to think of it. What he does like is the way Belial so obediently leans in for the kiss without making contact, the deep satisfaction at noticing that Belial has to stand up on his toes and lean upwards to reach him, the way he uses nonverbal cues to ask for permission.
Lucilius tilts his head and considers his answer. Really, he could almost laugh. In a way, it was almost too easy. All it took was a reminder, to be put in his place once again, and Belial adapts to submission and humility effortlessly. Internally, he finds himself sighing; why can't he always be like this, instead of an endless source of trouble?
Still. He decides that there's no reason not to give his beast what he's asking for. He's following his rules at this moment, doing everything properly, being such an excessively good pet. Lucilius answers by leaning in and kissing Belial himself, pressing his tongue into Belial's mouth carelessly as the claws of hand scratch at his neck. ]
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Right. This isn't the first time he's found Belial incomprehensible. When he has treated him in this reverent way that surely must come from a place of loyalty from a beast to his master, but feels as if there is a deeper, implausibly profound emotion that contradictions everything he knows to be true. Lucilius does not like that, and decides not to think of it. What he does like is the way Belial so obediently leans in for the kiss without making contact, the deep satisfaction at noticing that Belial has to stand up on his toes and lean upwards to reach him, the way he uses nonverbal cues to ask for permission.
Lucilius tilts his head and considers his answer. Really, he could almost laugh. In a way, it was almost too easy. All it took was a reminder, to be put in his place once again, and Belial adapts to submission and humility effortlessly. Internally, he finds himself sighing; why can't he always be like this, instead of an endless source of trouble?
Still. He decides that there's no reason not to give his beast what he's asking for. He's following his rules at this moment, doing everything properly, being such an excessively good pet. Lucilius answers by leaning in and kissing Belial himself, pressing his tongue into Belial's mouth carelessly as the claws of hand scratch at his neck. ]