[Eros likes to think he's the kind of lover people enjoy, regardless of the fact he's the Greek god of love. If anyone ever really thought about it, they'd realize he's bad at being a bad lover. He can't get his head around why anybody wouldn't want to please their partners.
There's a fine line between needing and wanting and he feels that distinction more keenly than most, but when it comes to his minders there is no want involved. He needs to show them how much he cares for them, how much he loves them, and as he quietly and gently slides into Fabien's bed, he's careful in trying not to disturb his sleep. He slips a hand over the mortal's waist, palm splaying out flat against his chest as he spoons him, face pressing into the back of his neck. The smile that tugs at the corners of his lips he can't help, the familiar sound of the man's breathing, the smell of his bed and the feel of his skin under his palm are welcomed.]
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There's a fine line between needing and wanting and he feels that distinction more keenly than most, but when it comes to his minders there is no want involved. He needs to show them how much he cares for them, how much he loves them, and as he quietly and gently slides into Fabien's bed, he's careful in trying not to disturb his sleep. He slips a hand over the mortal's waist, palm splaying out flat against his chest as he spoons him, face pressing into the back of his neck. The smile that tugs at the corners of his lips he can't help, the familiar sound of the man's breathing, the smell of his bed and the feel of his skin under his palm are welcomed.]