[… it belatedly hits him, what he’s doing, what he’s touching. Riddle’s hand, so small and warm in his own, burning while pressed to his face, suddenly feels like the entire world. And that’s exciting. Exhilarating. … Overwhelming.
If not for the kisses, he’d probably be stuck overthinking. As if Floyd’s head isn’t muddled enough from this sudden surge of hormones…]
Goldfishie–
[Floyd shudders, his nerves alight from a combination of magical energy and sexual delight. As much as he hates to admit it, that collar does have its benefits… His pupils are blown as he rests his face more firmly in Riddle’s palm. He never wants him to let go. Not now, not ever.]
You gotta say what you want.
[Instinctively, Floyd knows what Riddles wants. Of course he knows. But he still wants to hear it. After pining for him for so long, he needs to hear it.]
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If not for the kisses, he’d probably be stuck overthinking. As if Floyd’s head isn’t muddled enough from this sudden surge of hormones…]
Goldfishie–
[Floyd shudders, his nerves alight from a combination of magical energy and sexual delight. As much as he hates to admit it, that collar does have its benefits… His pupils are blown as he rests his face more firmly in Riddle’s palm. He never wants him to let go. Not now, not ever.]
You gotta say what you want.
[Instinctively, Floyd knows what Riddles wants. Of course he knows. But he still wants to hear it. After pining for him for so long, he needs to hear it.]