Sol could knock Ky down every peg there was even if he had paid attention, even if he had been even more dismissive. Stuck in the same place, he'd have stayed rude, stayed brash and disrespectful and a general pain in the ass for any higher officer. To remind Ky regularly that he was still a child. To point out that children didn't belong on the battlefield. Even after Ky'd grown up, he was still naive, so Sol would continue to knock him down.
If Ky wanted a rude awakening to ground him, Sol was the best for it.
Emotions had little place in Sol's world, numbing himself to them as much as he could because they only got in the way of things, though rage was often what was allowed to seep through. That was one similarity between them, and maybe that was part of what made this so very, very easy.
As easy as carrying Ky over to the bed and all but dropping onto it, keeping the blond in his lap; standing was becoming a nuisance. The reasoning didn't matter now, though it probably would later. But now? Now was just how thick the air was, Ky's weight, how badly he wanted it situated just so, and the resistance of skin against Sol's teeth as he marred another patch of Ky's throat.
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If Ky wanted a rude awakening to ground him, Sol was the best for it.
Emotions had little place in Sol's world, numbing himself to them as much as he could because they only got in the way of things, though rage was often what was allowed to seep through. That was one similarity between them, and maybe that was part of what made this so very, very easy.
As easy as carrying Ky over to the bed and all but dropping onto it, keeping the blond in his lap; standing was becoming a nuisance. The reasoning didn't matter now, though it probably would later. But now? Now was just how thick the air was, Ky's weight, how badly he wanted it situated just so, and the resistance of skin against Sol's teeth as he marred another patch of Ky's throat.