Ezra swallowed hard. Oberyn's golden eyes shimmered with an anticipation that sent a pulse of heat through him. This wasn't just curiosity - he could feel it.
As he laid himself bare, heart, body, and soul, all he cared to look at were Oberyn's trailing eyes. The Nephilim scanned every inch of Ezra - every contour, every muscle. It was only after Oberyn took stock of every one of Ezra's beautiful features that his eyes locked onto the 'main event', as it were.
Oberyn began to feel something he never experienced. A new type of curiosity. A burning type of desire. A body he wanted to explore not just with his eyes, but with his own. He clenched his fists at his side, resisting the urge to touch. He wanted to know what it felt like.
He wanted Ezra to know what he felt like.
The depravity of his thoughts surprised him, the innocuous inner world of the Nephilim giving way to something more human.
