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Demesne 2

Changed Wyatt’s name to Cosmo. Wyatt, I discovered, is the name of my best friend’s 2-year-old nephew. Which felt weird.

“Sadly, yes. Just me. ” replied Roddie. His voice was languid and morose. The man’s elocution lessons shone through each word he spoke. The result of prep schools and Princeton. “But great families are like ancient civilizations, they wither and die.”

Listening, Cosmo bit his lower lip. 

In his mind he pictured the weight of the house bearing down on Roddie: the last of a grand line, tasked with carrying on the legacy of the Usher family yet conflicted by his own sexual preferences. Though Roddie was in his middling twenties, Cosmo suddenly saw him as ancient.

He wanted to hug him and coo that things would get better (and then hump his leg frantically). 

Roddie’s slender-cut blazer and trousers emphasized his physique. With his hair in a tapered cut, a neatly shaved face, intensely dark eyes, and obvious dimples Roddie was every bit as hot as his profile pics hinted. A dapper lordling from another time. A dominant.

Cosmo lingered on the landing. “Uh. Should I take my shoes off?” He’d been in houses far crappier and taken his shoes off at the host’s request. Here, at Usher, he ought to do the same. Grinning to himself, he hoped to take off more than that.

“Mmm? No. Don’t be silly." 

Cosmo took offense at the man’s tone. The implied commonness of the suggestion. The youth flushed slightly,

Picking up on this, Roddie deftly followed up with, "Would you like a drink? We can see about removing more than just shoes.”

“Yes sir!”

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