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Imre - drabble

Added 2025-04-23 00:03:55 +0000 UTC

The fire crackles low between you, painting gold on the walls and shadows across Imre’s face. You can’t stop watching him. The way his smile curls slightly more on one side, like he's always on the verge of confessing a secret or committing a sin. You’ve known him long enough to guess which it might be, but never well enough to be sure.

Which is something he must savour. Of all the plates he has tasted in his life, you were cooked to the exact temperature he prefers.

"Promethus gave his liberty to gift fire to humanity and yet you squander that sacrifice by feasting your eyes on me," he says, his voice no louder than the spits from the logs.

You lower your eyes and he touches your chin, lifting your eyes to his again. His deep blue eyes look pitch black. The fire dances within them and it sends a shiver down your spine. Who's to know if its from desire or feat.

"I didn't tell you to stop," he states.

"Don't people admire you enough?" you ask, and add an awkward chuckle for good measure.

One of his dimples appears on his cheek, giving his smile the appearance of indulging in joke you aren't a part of.

He leans in, and your breath hitches as you feel the whisper of his lips on yours.

"They do," he speaks against your mouth, "but I want you to admire me until you decay. And perhaps even then I wouldn't let you rest in peace. I'd have you adoring me forever, mi amor."

Before you can come up with a quip he closes the space between you with a searing kiss.