[ The pain of the bite is an afterthought, something that tangles with the pleasure in ways he'd never thought possible. He wanted more, more marks to denote him as Floyd's.
What is instinct and what did he truly want? Did the difference matter, if they were lining up so perfectly?
So easily, he's caught in a place where, if he were to deny himself, then this would end. Just like that. The very idea-- ]
No. That's not what I mean. Your promise still stands true. It means something to me.
[ Floyd's hand is warm in his own. His hand isn't pulled back, instead stared at.
Then, he squeezes Floyd's hand in his own, returning the hold. His other hand comes up, a slight shake to it as he carefully takes Floyd's face in his hand, his thumb caressing his cheek. ]
I want...
[ The words falter on his tongue. What better way to get them across than to dismiss that collar and pull Floyd into a kiss? Something careful, gentle. Still needy, by virtue of how they were, yet slightly more focused. ]
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What is instinct and what did he truly want? Did the difference matter, if they were lining up so perfectly?
So easily, he's caught in a place where, if he were to deny himself, then this would end. Just like that. The very idea-- ]
No. That's not what I mean. Your promise still stands true. It means something to me.
[ Floyd's hand is warm in his own. His hand isn't pulled back, instead stared at.
Then, he squeezes Floyd's hand in his own, returning the hold. His other hand comes up, a slight shake to it as he carefully takes Floyd's face in his hand, his thumb caressing his cheek. ]
I want...
[ The words falter on his tongue.
What better way to get them across than to dismiss that collar and pull Floyd into a kiss? Something careful, gentle. Still needy, by virtue of how they were, yet slightly more focused. ]