// object of desire //
The tension is an immediate indicator - and as someone who focuses a large portion of his job on reading people, the answer’s made clear enough that Zavien doesn’t even have to answer it if he doesn’t want to. But, like the good guy that he is, the explanation sparks a soft laugh to leave Thorn’s throat as he nods. “I get it.” No offense or hard feelings made, Thorn settles a little easier in his chair, straightening up as he nods to the softer suggestion.
“Alright, well, everyone’s got stuff they like more than the others, yeah? Like, for me, for starters just light little touches on m’arms and sides are nice. An’ sometimes when the moment gets into swing, I like t’have hands at my throat, hands in my hair.” He pauses, head tilting a little as his smile brightens a touch. “A lot of it’s kinda just judging what your partner likes based off the things y’try.” Pausing to see if the understanding dawns on his friend, the courtesan leans back in his seat and crosses a leg over the other, as if he’s expecting questions or a summary.
“Alright, well, everyone’s got stuff they like more than the others, yeah? Like, for me, for starters just light little touches on m’arms and sides are nice. An’ sometimes when the moment gets into swing, I like t’have hands at my throat, hands in my hair.” He pauses, head tilting a little as his smile brightens a touch. “A lot of it’s kinda just judging what your partner likes based off the things y’try.” Pausing to see if the understanding dawns on his friend, the courtesan leans back in his seat and crosses a leg over the other, as if he’s expecting questions or a summary.
THORN
