Ladon Bonfire: Ambriel & Davian
Davian blinked. Ambriel had never told him no before when the request was reasonable. Or even if it was only semi-reasonable, Ambriel at least made an effort. In regards to their privacy, Ambriel was staunchly in support of it. He insisted on it. Here they were, making a scene, and Ambriel was only digging in his heels even more.
Fine. He wanted to play like that? Davian was the expert at digging in his heels. And the expert of making a scene.
"Get your ASS off that log right now, Ambriel!" Davian raised his voice so much that people all around the bonfire looked at them, murmuring. "Or I swear to fucking High Hell that you're not getting sex for a week!"
Seeming to realize a moment later that this meant he also would not get sex for a week, Davian had a brief look of panic in his eyes before he lifted a finger. "Better yet," he declared at the same volume, regaining himself, "I'm going to tie you to the bed all fucking night and get you so fucking close that you're begging me to let you come, but I won't do it! I won't fucking do it for so long!" Not at all discreetly, Davian adjusted himself in his pants. This was turning him on, actually. Fucking Hell.