Kettle could only shiver.
Though he knows Dice had long been second aide to the Devil himself, he never questioned whether that position entailed supernatural abilities of its own.
Now he fully believes.
He had returned from a long afternoon of gardening, hoping to spend a quiet afternoon in his rocking chair. Only to discover none other than King Dice himself lounging on the living room couch, in his house! Of all the nerve!
Elder Kettle had barely enough time to question the scoundrel's intentions when the lithe gambler leapt up and laid on him flattery thicker than pea soup. What had startled the teapot even more had been the sheer sincerity in those words.
Words that Dice truly and utterly meant for he truly desired him.
Desire Kettle can feel from the man's breath on his back, teasing his metal flesh...
From the man's voice purring in his ear, tempting him with silken words wrapped in sin...
From those soft gloved hands snaking down his body, seeking the key to send the older man to his knees...
And it all feels wonderful...
But it's all still wrong!
Dice lives for trickery and ruin whereas Kettle has always stood against such depravities. The elder man's glory days of knighthood stands as proof of that difference. He has every right to pummel Dice right then and there for invading his home, for taking advantage of him, for thinking he could just have him so easily.
Instead a pleasured groan escapes as Kettle finds his body leaning into the sinewy figure entangling him, sultry voice snaking into his mind and lulling his aged mind into a haze.
For all the wrong happening here, for all the danger this situation poses, he never pulls away from the presence having its way with him. He never protests against the ministrations being done to him.
How long ago since the last time he received this kind of attention?
Since someone gave his body such tenderness, made him arch and moan and wish for more, more, more?
Too long it seems; he takes to Dice's caresses and tugs like a drunken fish at the mercy of a lecherous ocean.
He only hopes the boys don't come home any time soon.
