Oh, he has no intention of leaving, just settling in a little more comfortably. "But what a man," he croons back, chest still rumbling with satisfied purrs. "Rest. I can be patient."
...he may need a little bit himself, but he won't soon admit that.
Iago settles underneath the easy weight of him and closes his eyes. He keeps one arm draped along his back, idly drawing shapes or words along his skin. It doesn't take long for that to cease, for his hand to drift down, and for Iago to fall asleep.
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Date: 2024-12-06 09:08 pm (UTC)...he may need a little bit himself, but he won't soon admit that.
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