Twinkling eyes in the know danced like faerie lights cutting a jig at twilight. Ethereal, blue-tinted glow not of this world sneaking through the thin-vale and out into gathering darkness, masterful Puck played flute and yanked invisible strings binding mere mortals to his every whim.
Yes... Jon was nearly theirs now. No longer Little Lord Shyling, advice and careful rearing saw wee mongrel growing into prized pitbull, fighting fit and worthy of a bone.
Renly smiled.
Peripheral vision honed on the fingers pissing territory while eyes remained locked on Robert's, pointedly ignoring his attempts at casual conversation. Everything passed between the two Alphas was a game, you see, but only Renly knew all the rules and players at any given time; a true game master, dealing reward and punishment as he saw fit.
Don't get too cocky, my beautiful boy... There's still a ways to go between here and the playroom.
Not this weekend, then. Perhaps after Catalina and New York jaunts when respective couples had time to reaffirm mating bonds and assess the future. A future Renly had considered settled for some time now, despite fluffier half's reluctance. They were happy; having a good, healthy, carefree and most importantly fun time and so long as the positives outweighed the negatives, he remained content allowing blush and eyeshadow to bring a wheel of colour into his otherwise starkly decorated home.
"Six months since Loras officially moved in," proudly stated, though unlike their counterparts, Renly felt no urge to wrap possessive arm about or sink nails into pricey fabrics at the moment. Not only would Loras maim him for any harm come to vintage treasure, but why waste the bait?
No, he'd wait till later. When even more liquored up and in comfort of Los Angeles mansion lads might cozy up on L-shaped sectional and pop in a video. Soffit lighting turned low, a repeat of La Cage could be theirs with expertly cast lure, reeling in slippery eel after sensual display of exactly the right sort of shenanigans known far and wide at House Baratheon.
Any pup could be made to heel under the correct circumstances, and until such a time when Jon begged on command, all three men would have to handle him carefully.