Which are you?

Waiting for a response, Valentine stood completely still. His lips still pressing into the downy fur of the other's neck, he breathed in the heavy, masculine scent. Beneath his nose his companion's heartbeat could be felt. He could feel the excitement in it; the force of the blood blasting through the artery there gently resisting his touch. His query was answered with deliberate sluggishness and yet somehow managed to come across as a command; something that caused Valentine to tip his chin heavenward and his mouth to part in a bemused grin. Ah, no. If his companion was so willing to take a passive role in their coupling, then he was also forfeiting his right to command.

Valentine leaned down, seeking to gently brush his companion's right ear with his lips. His voice hushed and teasing, he murmured, "And if I have other ideas?" Leaning back, he disengaged from the other, striving to remove all physical contact between them while maintaining their intimate nearness. His tone still hushed, he commanded, "Lay down." No explanation followed. No, if the earthen brute was still interested, still curious, he would have to comply to find out what was in store from him.