[ He steps away, but they all do, at first. Before they realise what power Ulos wields, what power he wields together with Sarica, how they are as much kings as the royalty of Mergan up north. Efith is a democracy, but just barely. They're kings.
Stepping forward surprisingly swiftly, Ulos follows the boy back and grabs his upper arm, bringing himself chest to chest with him, face to face and he wrings his arm, twisting him down on his level. Go back inside, no, not without his taste.
He's too sweet, Sarica's boy, but they always are, right? They always are.
Smashing their mouths together, he kisses him, pushing his tongue in between his lips and taking that cavity first. Taste, yes. He tastes nice, good, sweet. Whatever he is, it tastes different from the drunken men inside who aren't even allowed to fling their clothes anywhere and get to it, the reason they're really there. Business, Sarica insisted. They all agreed, but they all hate it. They all recognise what it means.
The end of an era.
So Ulos kisses Sarica's boy and has his taste and he'll take it with him when he leaves. ]
[ Ulos... steps right back into his personal space and after that, things happen too quickly and his heart is already racing, mind wild with thoughts about Sarica who's inside the villa, who's dodging these nasty attacks left and right, he ought to be there - and then, Ulos actually grabs his arm and twists, Anakin grunting slightly at the sudden strain on his muscles. He stares at Ulos, wide-eyed, and then the man chooses to - to -
Eyes wide open, he's terrified for all of two seconds.
Then, the anger returns.
He doesn't care about Ulos' tongue in his mouth, aside from forgetting about it as fast as possible. He doesn't care about the other man's proximity, about his beard, about the wine on his breath or the hunger in his eyes. Eyes blazing, he grabs hold of Ulos with the Force, his hand clenching as he reaches right into his chest and cradles his spine, pulling him up, up, until his feet leave the ground and he's hanging in the air.
Snarling wordlessly, he sends him flying towards the pool and dunks him in, hard. The peaducks fly everywhere, clearly astonished. And Anakin remembers only after a good handful of seconds that people must breathe, releasing Ulos from beneath the water and leaving him to come to the surface by himself. ]
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Stepping forward surprisingly swiftly, Ulos follows the boy back and grabs his upper arm, bringing himself chest to chest with him, face to face and he wrings his arm, twisting him down on his level. Go back inside, no, not without his taste.
He's too sweet, Sarica's boy, but they always are, right? They always are.
Smashing their mouths together, he kisses him, pushing his tongue in between his lips and taking that cavity first. Taste, yes. He tastes nice, good, sweet. Whatever he is, it tastes different from the drunken men inside who aren't even allowed to fling their clothes anywhere and get to it, the reason they're really there. Business, Sarica insisted. They all agreed, but they all hate it. They all recognise what it means.
The end of an era.
So Ulos kisses Sarica's boy and has his taste and he'll take it with him when he leaves. ]
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Eyes wide open, he's terrified for all of two seconds.
Then, the anger returns.
He doesn't care about Ulos' tongue in his mouth, aside from forgetting about it as fast as possible. He doesn't care about the other man's proximity, about his beard, about the wine on his breath or the hunger in his eyes. Eyes blazing, he grabs hold of Ulos with the Force, his hand clenching as he reaches right into his chest and cradles his spine, pulling him up, up, until his feet leave the ground and he's hanging in the air.
Snarling wordlessly, he sends him flying towards the pool and dunks him in, hard. The peaducks fly everywhere, clearly astonished. And Anakin remembers only after a good handful of seconds that people must breathe, releasing Ulos from beneath the water and leaving him to come to the surface by himself. ]