[He likes how flustered he is, how he doesn’t seem to know where to put his hands or how to move his tongue. Riddle’s usually so well put together, after all. Seeing him riled up, especially at Floyd’s hand— Nothing compares to that thrill.
Or so he thought.
Because he’s fairly certain he’s never felt as weightless as he does with Riddle’s next words—a precious secret he doesn’t know how to handle. Always? How can he be so sure? Pushing teal bangs away from his face, Floyd decides to ask… staring down at Riddle while still bucking his hips.]
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Or so he thought.
Because he’s fairly certain he’s never felt as weightless as he does with Riddle’s next words—a precious secret he doesn’t know how to handle. Always? How can he be so sure? Pushing teal bangs away from his face, Floyd decides to ask… staring down at Riddle while still bucking his hips.]
You knew? Ah… Since when?