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[stanislawkowalski]

"The art of gambling is often as much about chance as it is about the courage to face the unknown. But then, perhaps you’re wise not to gamble recklessly. The stakes of the heart are far more perilous than any game of chance." Nastka’s eyes remained riveted on Kisumi, the heat of his gaze as palpable as a sunbeam warming the air between them. He watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction as Kisumi’s complexion bloomed, the alcohol mingling with the raw, unfiltered response to his scrutiny. The red hue creeping up his neck and face formed a delicate tapestry of heat and intoxication, painting him in a patchwork of pale and rosy shades. This sight ignited a dangerous thrill within Nastka, an allure found in the delicate vulnerability of a man laid bare, both emotionally and physically.

As Kisumi fumbled with his shirt, his fingers unfastening the top button with a casual grace, Nastka observed with a predatory calm. The collar falling open, revealing the splotchy skin beneath, was an intimate display that only deepened Nastka’s already intense focus. The third martini had loosened Kisumi’s inhibitions, and Nastka reveled in the unfiltered expressions and confessions that emerged like secrets whispered in the dark.

Nastka smiled to himself, a darkly satisfied curve of the lips, before reaching out with a deliberate slowness. His fingers lightly brushed over the exposed skin, a teasing caress that barely grazed the surface to cover the nakedness of the situation. Stanislaw leaned forward, his breath a warm whisper against Kisumi’s ear as he murmured with a low, velvety voice, “You’re looking rather exposed.... Careful, or people might start thinking you’re inviting them to take a closer look.”

As Kisumi spoke, Nastka’s thoughts wandered through the labyrinth of his own desires. The mention of Louis’s name had a profound effect, causing Nastka’s pupils to dilate and his veins to pulse with a warmth akin to summer’s embrace. The name evoked a rare softness in Nastka’s demeanor, a gentle touch that seemed to momentarily veil his darker edges. His features softened into a tender smile, his gaze taking on an almost reverent quality, before fully pulling away.

, “the very thought of Louis brings out a side of me few have ever glimpsed. With him, it is not merely adoration or love—it is something far deeper, a raw possessiveness that burns with a hunger so fierce it is difficult to contain.”

Nastka leaned closer, the proximity adding an air of intimacy to his confession. “When I say that Louis consumes me,” he continued, his tone dark and alluring, “it is not just a figure of speech. It is a truth that resonates through every part of me. He has the power to strip away my defenses, to make me soft in ways I never thought possible. My hands, accustomed to chaos and pain, find solace in the touch of his skin. In his presence, I am both devoured and made whole.”

The words flowed from Nastka’s lips with a haunting cadence, each phrase a testament to the depth of his connection with Louis. “So, Kisumi,” he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “if you are concerned about being consumed, then know that what I feel for Louis is a hunger that both consumes and fulfills. It is a dance of fire and tenderness, a symbiosis of dominance and submission. And in this intricate ballet, Louis holds the power to shape me into something more... or less, depending on his whims.”

Nastka’s gaze never wavered from Kisumi’s, the intensity of his eyes a challenge and an invitation wrapped in one. “Tell me,” he asked softly, “what would you be willing to risk to find a connection as consuming as the one I share with Louis? Are you prepared to face the consuming fire of such a profound bond?”

———-💕 Usually people never inspected him as closely as Nastka was examining him currently. He felt the heat of his dark gaze making him flush. Or was that the alcohol coursing through his veins? Neither way he was feeling hot. With careful nimble fingers he unclasped the top button of his shirt letting the collar fall open wide. His skin on his chest was already splotchy red from the alcohol flush and it began to climb up the column of his neck. It left him with a patch work of pale skin and pinkish red rash, absolutely rosy.

Maybe the third martini wasn’t the best idea but how could he turn down Nastka’s generosity?

Hearing his name Kisumi refocused on Nastka instead of his drink. He had such a handsome smile, strong nose and sharp jaw. Kisumi couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Clearly the drinks were starting to work their magic since he was studying Nastka’s features rather than hear his words. Kisumi glanced down at his mouth to remind himself to pay attention. “Ah, yes, I’ve never been a good gambler.” That was the truth. He could never see the appeal of throwing away money or he wasn’t rich enough to open his wallet without care. The payout wasn’t worth the effort there. Could it be the same in love?

“It seems worthwhile to me, I don’t think I need any convincing.” To see someone like Louis get so flustered over the use of the word ‘boyfriend’ it was safe to say love made great changes in a man. That and it was fun to see him squirm. That was something Nastka and himself seemed to share. Kisumi liked the way the polish sounded coming from Nastka. “słońce, slonce.. Slońce.. I like that.” He didn’t know what the word meant but it was fun to say. It sounded far better coming from Nastka’s lips than his own.

The clang of glass knocking together cleared his mind for a moment and let Kisumi collect himself. He sipped his martini as Nastka did with his gin. The toast was to something happy, it was nice to take some time to knowledge joys when the rest of the world seemed dark.

“I’m assuming that your devotion runs deep. Considering how thrilled you are at the thought of nuptials on the horizon. I’ve never had the opportunity to fall head over heels.” He admitted, infatuation was a song and dance he was extremely familiar with. Love? It was a little foreign, he had confused the two in the past thinking he might have been in love. It paled in comparison to what Louis and Nastka shared. Maybe in the next lifetime he might find that.

“Romantic love I have no idea how far I would fall. familial though,” Kisumi paused, thoughts about his younger brother emerged, “I would easily lay down my life for someone.” There was no question he would allow Hayato to take from him whatever he needed. With a simple word Kisumi would agree to his demands. It was a terrifying thought to know that someone else could come into his life and reach the same status. Two people who could have him at their beck and call.

“Maybe it hasn’t happened because deep down I know I’ll be easily consumed.” Kisumi laughed with a bit of self deprecation. “Is that how you feel for Louis?” Kisumi inquired with absolute curiosity.