Xander/Ethan - Sounds

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This does not conform to any sort of word count. I tried, but it just
wasn't happening for me today. If that's bad, let me know and I'll
delete them. I wanted to post them here in case anyone is following
the story, though.



Ethan POV

The sound of his ragged breath is louder than my
chanting or the hum of the needle with which I tattoo his arm with the
runes that will keep Rupert from taking him away from me. Occasionally
I drift a feather light touch over his cock, which has been hard since
I woke him up. He acknowledges my touch with a hitch in his breath,
and then a throaty moan that causes my trousers to be uncomfortably
tight, suddenly. It is good that he wants me, that he came here of his
own free will, in the end that will only make it harder for him to get
away. I touch him again, this time drawing a sweet whimper from his
lips. I mentally catalogue each lovely sound for later perusal, when I
have the leisure, and a free hand.

Xander POV

I can't touch him, and I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing, so I try
to convey how much I need non-verbally. I moan or whimper every
time he touches me, making no effort to control my panicked breathing.
I know he can hear me, and it must be affecting him, because his
barely-there touches become more substantial and frequent. And his
voice reaches me as well; he's chanting, and I have to wonder what the
spell is for. Wrapped in the soft cocoon of his voice, it doesn't
matter for long.


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