Lohen kept his cheek pressed against Varka's hair affectionately, a rare gesture from the young man towards his superior.
He didn't respond immediately: he was too busy imagining what kind of torture he'd inflict upon anyone who dared hurt His Grandmaster.
He licked his lips, »
[ the silence's 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥; varka waited for lohen's response regardless——the other continuing to trace across flesh's surface , minus the scratching .
what comes after is something astonishing , heart thumping at this 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 he feels . they've never been