You should already know-- All ways are always the Queen's way.
[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]
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[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]