Kanaya’s finger slipped into his mouth, viscous saliva coating the digit on contact. A shiver ran up her spine, reticence fading as curiosity took over her features. Her free hand hooked an index under the squared jaw, cocking his head up. Looking over his maw, the Virgo parsed the implications. Another finger couldn’t hurt, she thought, eyes shifting to make contact as she slipped another over his tongue.
Of course Equius averted his gaze, he always did when his glasses were set aside. “Look at me.” Kanaya spoke gently to the knelt Zahhak. He would, after a few seconds of silence. Blued hues met Kanaya’s, a familiar self-reproach laden in them. Despite this, they were hazed over. Not unlike the familiar sheen of sweat that beaded on his temples, the indigo orbs looked almost like glass, shining despite the half-lidded nature of his gaze.
whole drabble here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4226124
