Alessio's shock lasted only a moment before his face smoothed back into its usual arrogant calm.
"What exactly are you up to?" he asked in a low voice, watching Elian the way a man watches a snake he isn't sure is venomous yet.
Elian didn't answer right away. His fingers found the front of Alessio's trousers, working the belt loose with a slowness meant to look like want. He kept his eyes down, lashes low, playing the part of someone finally, sweetly surrendering.
"Isn't this what you wanted from me?" he murmured, and when Alessio's hand shot out to catch his wrist, Elian only tilted his head further, all softness. "I'm consenting. You can use my body however you please." His fingers twitched against the fabric, wanting to finish what he'd started.
"Fuck me to stupor if that's what you want."
He said it with a straight face. Deadly serious. It was, somehow, the funniest thing Alessio had heard all week because his next reaction showed it.
