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"Feofan…" he took a step closer until his boots touched the banker's knees, "what do you see?"
"Nothing."
Dottore clicked his tongue against his teeth in disapproval, passing both gloved hands roughly through Pantalone's hair. "Wrong," he hissed. Holding the dark locks tightly, he tilted the banker's head back so they would be forced to stare at each other more clearly.
Pantalone bit his lip hard, fighting to prevent either an insult or a moan from escaping his throat. He willed his voice to remain steady, filtering his answer through the glare penetrating his blindfold. "I see your silhouette, and nothing besides it."
"Now that's a good answer," Dottore's voice echoed from behind him, as two other hands reached out to lay claim to his body. They slid with familiarity from his hips to his stomach, from his ribs up to his chest, until one stopped over his collarbone, while the other wrapped around his neck.
"W-what is wrong with you…?" he managed to spit out between clenched teeth, gasping when the breath that had escaped him in his surprise finally returned — or at least, as much as the heavy hand pressing into his neck would allow.
Series
- Part 2 of The Kinetics of Rot and Renewal