[The way his ears twitch and the thumping of his tail against the bay window ledge was all the clue Hugo needed. Hugo had needed the confession more of the two, and Lycaon was the one that needed to say it. It was unplanned, rushed, unfinished, inelegant and raw, unlike anything Lycaon had ever played himself up to be. That blunt honesty was the spark.
He wants to see Hugo return to who he was. A man who's laugh could ring with clarity through the halls of a high end hotel, scattering coins like breadcrumbs as they made their escape through a window. A man who would flash a smile that could rival the moonlight after their leap, looking to Lycaon to lead their escape from there. Time had changed them, certainly, but not everything.
Lycaon's teeth trail down his neck once more, ears perked to listen for his breathing. the man's pulse quickens as his teeth press against where neck meets shoulder, nosing like an impatient pup. Red marks from where his fangs clamped down were already starting to show, and Lycaon wanted nothing more than to add to that collection.
He did still have to think of the party. He had places to call, orders to pick up... But that was in the evening--plenty of time to show Hugo that people wanted him. And him most of all.
Ears flutter at that purr, and the word 'bedroom' sticks out among them. That's right...the bedroom was downstairs. Reaching to take the calling card off the bay windowsill, he holds it up to Hugo's lips as if asking him to hold onto it before scooping him into his arms to carry.]
It is of no issue. I fully intend to reduce your vocabulary to just my name, either way.
[Metal heels click as he starts to walk towards the stairs.]
Has Robin been programmed to monitor your heart rate? [He needs to know. Can't have that Bangboo getting worried for Hugo's safety.]
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Date: 2025-08-28 10:47 pm (UTC)He wants to see Hugo return to who he was. A man who's laugh could ring with clarity through the halls of a high end hotel, scattering coins like breadcrumbs as they made their escape through a window. A man who would flash a smile that could rival the moonlight after their leap, looking to Lycaon to lead their escape from there. Time had changed them, certainly, but not everything.
Lycaon's teeth trail down his neck once more, ears perked to listen for his breathing. the man's pulse quickens as his teeth press against where neck meets shoulder, nosing like an impatient pup. Red marks from where his fangs clamped down were already starting to show, and Lycaon wanted nothing more than to add to that collection.
He did still have to think of the party. He had places to call, orders to pick up... But that was in the evening--plenty of time to show Hugo that people wanted him. And him most of all.
Ears flutter at that purr, and the word 'bedroom' sticks out among them. That's right...the bedroom was downstairs. Reaching to take the calling card off the bay windowsill, he holds it up to Hugo's lips as if asking him to hold onto it before scooping him into his arms to carry.]
It is of no issue. I fully intend to reduce your vocabulary to just my name, either way.
[Metal heels click as he starts to walk towards the stairs.]
Has Robin been programmed to monitor your heart rate? [He needs to know. Can't have that Bangboo getting worried for Hugo's safety.]