PIERRO.

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            hmm . . .  how to answer this ?  the man remains serious on his face ,  no other emotion seen on it .  like usual ,  really   —   it was always easy for pierro to keep his cool no matter the situation .

      “   ha ,  how could i not ?  one of the sighs that snezhnaya has to offer ,  truly .   ”   he still knows how to use his words ,  how great .

            ah ,  great .  exactly what he wanted .   “   they’re attractive .  that is all i’m saying .   ”   he would rather just say it right away than try to find a way around it .

            a hum in thought leaves him ,  eye closing as the harbinger thinks of a answer to the question that was asked of him .   “   yes ,  i do .  although i wish he’d stop complaining about the mora i use on my private expeditions .  one man only has so much patience .   ”

            arms are crossed over his chest ,  and the eyebrow that is visible only raises ;  only thing in his neutral expression that truly changes ,  really .   “   on some days .   ”   that is all the man says .

            the first harbinger’s room was ,  usually ,  cold .  might be due to how empty it is ,  or because of the man’s vision ,  but even someone passing by could feel the temperature drop already by the door .  however ,  tonight it was different .  it was warmer ,  and the sounds that came from it were a sign to not disturb whoever tried .

      whether it was the sounds of the bed hitting the wall behind it ,  or the sounds that came from them both .  groans and moans ,  sometimes even growls ,  as red marks are left on the doctor’s hips as the other above him shows no troubles in thrusting into him without abandon .

      “   heh -   ”   he can’t help but chuckle at the other’s words ,  looking at the one below him with a smirk .  messy hair ,  mouth slightly and red eyes looking directly at the bearded man with mischief .  pierro couldn’t say he didn’t like the sight   —   if anything ,  he preferred him like this than when he would annoy him non stop .

      but very well ,  he wouldn’t refuse such invitation (   not when they are already so far into this dance   ) .

      big ,  scarred hand moves to hold dottore’s head down against the bed ,  beginning to pistol into him faster than before .   and he doesn’t stop   —   doesn’t slow down as he leans over the other’s back ,  the sound of skin slapping against skin now echoing even more through the room the harbingers found themselves in .   “   rough ,  you say . . .   ”   he says into the other’s ear ,  his breath still cold against the other man’s skin ,  a chuckle following right after a bite on his neck is placed (   the mark that is left behind red ,  so very red   —   and the man is proud of what he has just done on him ,  something to last for days   ) .   “   greedy .   ”   a simple word ,  but enough to describe the other ;  and as he moves back ,  his hand moves to his neck ,  holding him down still ,  not yet squeezing .   a groan leaves his lips ,  free hand moving from his hip to get a hold at his wrist ,  using it for leverage as he slows down ,  offering him more punctuated and rougher thrusts ,  aiming into that little spot of his that would drive him to madness well ,  even more ,  that is .

      “   ask nicely . . .  and i’ll be nice enough to let you come soon enough . . .   ”