Aro peered through the door to the room in which Carlisle lay reading, a stack of 'read' books to his left, and 'to read' books to his right. Sighing, Carlisle placed a bookmark in his current book and set it down beside him, before sitting upright.
"You're going back to America?"
"Yes."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"And I can't change your mind?"
At this point, Aro had reached the end of Carlisle's bed and had knelt, creasing the otherwise perfectly ironed silk sheets. The way he looked at Carlisle wasn't a new look, but they had reached a stage over the last decade whereby Carlisle found this more tiresome than uncomfortable or anything else.
"I'm quite certain."
"Let me see if I can change your mind, one last time."
The next step came as a surprise to Carlisle, for his trousers were completely torn away from him in one swift motion. Of course, Aro had hinted at the idea in the past but never overstepped any boundaries. Still, Carlisle felt safe.
"I'm going to talk dirty to little Carlisle here," Aro's hair spelled over his shoulders as he cast his eyes down to the an before him.
"You could do with a haircut," Carlisle pointed out, remaining unfazed. Nobody said no to Aro, they just went along with it.
"It looks like you could, too," Aro remarked, tugging on a strand of blond pubic hair where it protruded from his boxer briefs.
At this, Carlisle did indeed blush; his pale cheeks turning a delicate rosy colour.
"Ah, that's what does it?" Aro mused to himself, no longer looking directly at Carlisle's face but now down at the trail of hair only visible against his skin with the intricate vision of an ancient vampire.
Carlisle didn't respond, he wasn't sure the game was going to end this time. At least not in the usual way.
"I wonder..."
Quicker than any man would have seen, Aro had nipped the skin on Carlisle's naval; his lips ever so delicately brushing against the younger man. Carlisle gasped, but did not cry out for reprise.
With the contact, Aro was able to decipher every thought from Carlisle's mind; every detail of his travels; the one time he had tried to masterbate to the thought of Caius and the fleeting thought of Aro which had eventually gotten him off.
Sitting back, Aro left his fingertips at the elastic of Carlisle's boxer briefs. Carlisle was clearly dealing with an erection, and yet his face remained impassive; he was used to this.
Smirking, Aro spoke, "Well, we've got one thing straight. How about another: are you sure you're heterosexual?"