The absolute otherworldly experience that would be sex at Henry’s place. His strict use of kerosene lamps would pave way to such an enchanting setting. Like just imagine the radiant glow and the little shadows contouring every dip of his body. Tehehehe kicking my feet rn. Also he would absolutely revel in it too, with his affinity for aesthetics and whatnot.
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mouse, my dear — you, as always, are so incredibly precise and creative with your submissions, i am stunned anew. admittedly, i've completely banished the detail of him exclusively using kerosene lamps in his home out of my mind! i just dramatically clicked open my digital copy of tsh and browsed it via the find tool, and yup, there it is: I had been told by the twins that Henry disliked electric lights, and here and there I saw kerosene lamps in the windowsills. how painfully, achingly pretentious, and yet so in-character. awe-inducing.
and, well, concerning the notion of having sex in a setting such as this one... god, yes. you've almost drawn it all out for me. that warm, luminous, rich glow; prancing shadows upon the walls, especially when you get to it; light folding neatly into each curve of his body, thereby emphasizing them; the dimmed, scorching, hauntingly ominous atmosphere; the vintage feel of it all... ahhh. god.
try to imagine all the types of sex to be had in this setting and i'm sure you're bound to drop unconscious: rough and merciless as an outlet for tension or punishment; gentle and passionate in the dead of night; breathy and desperate after not having seen each other in a long time; vocal and unwound as a distraction from your studies; drunk and blurry as a celebration of a successful exam. anything — in that deep, brassy golden light, so scorching and yet cooling at once, in a way it is both welcoming and alien.
and yes, he would enjoy it just as much — like you said, for the aesthetic of it above all else. his pretentious vein would throb with excitement, wherefore he would only be motivated to please and appeal to you all the more. the antique air of indulging in the generous delicacies that are your bodies while bathed in kerosene lamp glow... yep, that would scratch an itch or two of his that he never deemed reachable. he would lose himself in the appeal of it; he would only want to have sex at his place from then on, or at the very least enjoy it lots more that way. he'd offer more intimacy to you in this setting as well — letting his lips linger and drift upon your skin longer, with a much more scorching effect, and smearing worshiping remarks in latin and greek into your flesh while he's at it. he would be so lenient, so giving, so good to you; authentically falling in love with him would never seem so appealing.
what a wonderful, mind-numbing thought. thank you. i need a cold shower.
*grabs you by the throat, fresh blood on his hands leaving a bloody handprint and kisses you*
I took care of him baby. Anyone else bothers you you let me know. Now,
*squeezes slightly*
I’ve had quite the day today. I’ve always been your good boy, but do you think you could be my good girl? At least for right now? I have some frustrations I need to let out. If you’ll let me bunny, it’s up to you. -Jonathan
JONATHAN OH MY GOD???
I’ll be such a good girl for you, it’s all I wanted all along. Use me.