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"What are you doing?"
You freeze in place, like a deer caught in headlights, or maybe even a rat discovered to be stealing cheese. Your hands are hovering over Solomon's hips, unsure of whether to continue your bold attempt.
"Um." You muster dumbly, as the sorcerer turned around to face you. He quirked his eyebrow, staring right through your soul, still awaiting a response. Your hands drop to your side, suddenly not knowing want to do with them. You don't dare meet his gaze.
"You, uh, have a really nice waist."
Great, now you've done it. You've gone and admitted to him not only what you've been thinking, but what you've been staring at. God knows this man does not need his ego inflated further.
"Oh, do I now?" You can practically feel the smirk in his voice without even needing to look. The smug, shit eating grin that you were more than familiar with, as he loosened up his cape, proudly jutting his hip to one side, holding his waist with a slender hand. With very delicate, very long fingers. You stood still, unmoving, except for a curt little nod.
"And what were you planning to do with that observation?" The fucker was sauntering towards you, like he was trying to seduce you, and by God it was working. You had just wanted to put your hands on his sides and see just how slim his mid section was. It was almost illegal how well built the sorcerer could be for someone who was at least a thousand years old. No wonder King Solomon had that many wives, if I had a waist like that, i'd marry that many wives too.
"Uh... just touch it?" Your voice came out uncertain, and you were so sure he was never ever going to let you live down this embarrasment. As if you don't see him doing his own little eye-wandering every once in a while. Your dumbfounded expression was increased tenfold when he started to roll up his sleeves, revealing his pale arms covered in beautiful intricate pact marks and patterns. He made himself comfy, far... far too comfy, and then stood before you proudly, like a peacock showing off it's feathers.
His hands reached down to meet yours, and in a quick fluid motion, the sorcerer placed your palms against his own hips.
Instinctively, because this was your instinct for some reason, your fingers gently folded, wrapping your hands around him, with his own hands still above yours. You blinked, realising what had just happened.
"Like this?" Solomon asked, an excitement in his voice that juxtaposed his earlier cockiness. Knowing you sought an interest in his... physique, made his heart very, very happy, after all.
Your fingers flexed experimentally, digging into his skin ever so slightly, and realising just how narrow he really was. If you didn't feel so lucky getting to be with such a pretty boy, you might've even felt insecure. If you really tried, you're certain your middle fingers could touch eachother. But you're trying to feel up the sorcerer, not cut his circulation, so you refrain from doing that.
"Feels nice." You say, content to get your curiosity satisfied. The earlier embarrasment had diminished, instead your courage grew, squeezing him tenderly and moving up his arms, tracing some of those black patterns that decorated his skin, and then up his biceps. You were quite literally feeling him up, and from the sounds of it, the sorcerer did not mind one bit.
Your little exploration eventually ended at his beautiful head of snow-white hair, fixing a few stray strands with your hand and making his eyes ever clearer. Your touch seemed to have an effect on your partner, the tips of his ears turning bright pink, his eyes wider than usual.
"Uhm. Thanks." You concluded, unsure of how you were supposed to end this sort of exchange. You kicked yourself for being so... bashful around the other, despite being well familiar and acquainted with each other. And each other's bodies. Solomon breathed in shakily, mumbling something about it being no problem.
The tension was getting a bit too much for your heart to handle, and you had to escape one way or another, so you tried to take a step back, maybe you could still excuse yourself. You felt a firm grip on your wrist before you could do even that, however, and looked up to see a flushed, but very pleased Solomon. His eyes shimmered as his hold on you tightened, as if telling you he wasn't going to let you go so easily.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry, wondering what he had planned now.
"Aren't you going to return the favour?"