Understood. [A simple affirmation and nod from Concord. He gives himself one more pat down to be sure he's decent and then turns, goes out the door. A shift of his braid to hang over the marred side of his neck covers it up, inconspicuously enough. What it also does is remind him and only him of how such a mark got there. He marches back to his own room with little on his mind but Ali. His taste, those noises he made, the sensation of his lips and elegant hands groping at him-
By the time Concord is back at his room for the night, he needs to stroke off again. Even though he's in complete private, he feels embarrassed by the act, thinking of Ali's insults to the fact there wasn't any containing himself. The shame wraps back around on itself, just becomes more tantalizing to get off to. Concord needs to get that dragon off his mind, he can't have this happen at any stray thought of him. They work together! Concord cannot just avoid him. He's going to have to look him in the eye the very next day.
To Concord's benefit, nobody in the castle could read him all that well, not even the King. Most people were used to him, his often strange manner mixed with stoicism was expected, if not well understood. The following day proceeds as normal. When he sees Ali passing through a corridor, he spares a long glance, perhaps curiously. Nobody believes it strange of him, it's just Concord being Concord.
That evening, as bid, he is at Ali's office door. He opens and closes a hand twice before knocking. No wine this time. He's not sure that's the right message to send.]
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Date: 2023-01-16 04:11 am (UTC)By the time Concord is back at his room for the night, he needs to stroke off again. Even though he's in complete private, he feels embarrassed by the act, thinking of Ali's insults to the fact there wasn't any containing himself. The shame wraps back around on itself, just becomes more tantalizing to get off to. Concord needs to get that dragon off his mind, he can't have this happen at any stray thought of him. They work together! Concord cannot just avoid him. He's going to have to look him in the eye the very next day.
To Concord's benefit, nobody in the castle could read him all that well, not even the King. Most people were used to him, his often strange manner mixed with stoicism was expected, if not well understood. The following day proceeds as normal. When he sees Ali passing through a corridor, he spares a long glance, perhaps curiously. Nobody believes it strange of him, it's just Concord being Concord.
That evening, as bid, he is at Ali's office door. He opens and closes a hand twice before knocking. No wine this time. He's not sure that's the right message to send.]