[ Will they ever have nights like that again? When they can spend hours and go again and again and again? Oh, sure. Surely that's possible sometime. Not now, but hey, the Gold Saucer's right up the way and he's got places there to go that are safe from the notice of his superiors (or so he thinks; imagine when he gets into the files that tell him he's wrong about that). Right now nights like that don't matter. Right this second is what matters, those fingers that fill him up and make him come apart, breath hitching, the teeth and tongue on him that make him hiss and moan. He undulates like a charmed snake. And he blushes, which is so hard to do anymore. ]
Mm, missed your talk, too. I missed the way you light me up.
[ Like the firecrackers outside, big colorful explosions, a spectacle, an absolutely delightful diversion. One he came running right back into the middle of in spite of his opportunity to run and sneak away. Every damn time. He'll always come running back. One hand darts between them, dragging down, scratching but reminding himself not to claw and tear and pull like he would anyone else. As much as blood is sacred and honest between them, they've found some kind of strange serenity in not drawing it when they fuck, and that he actually understands the logic of. All too well, in fact. Still, that doesn't mean he can't leave raised, red trails, break skin, rub coaxingly up and down the length of Tseng's cock through the goddamn material still in his way. ]
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Mm, missed your talk, too. I missed the way you light me up.
[ Like the firecrackers outside, big colorful explosions, a spectacle, an absolutely delightful diversion. One he came running right back into the middle of in spite of his opportunity to run and sneak away. Every damn time. He'll always come running back. One hand darts between them, dragging down, scratching but reminding himself not to claw and tear and pull like he would anyone else. As much as blood is sacred and honest between them, they've found some kind of strange serenity in not drawing it when they fuck, and that he actually understands the logic of. All too well, in fact. Still, that doesn't mean he can't leave raised, red trails, break skin, rub coaxingly up and down the length of Tseng's cock through the goddamn material still in his way. ]
I'm still all yours.