[ The words breathed against skin, he pulls away only to form a soft, quiet word, like he's surprised he can pull it out of him. It's like pulling a diamond out from the mine, something only he had worked so hard to find. He covets it. He wants to hide it away. He wants to find more of them. He's normally so level, difficult to rile up, and yet right now he's done it.
And it's his to hear. ]
That's good β
[ He moves his mouth, speaks words against already worried skin, taking to sucking a fresh red spot further down his chest, a companion to one of those scars, scraping his teeth against, it, still doggedly trying to break skin. Like he's a puzzle if he just tried to open him up just right. Could he, if he worked at it hard enough?
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[ The words breathed against skin, he pulls away only to form a soft, quiet word, like he's surprised he can pull it out of him. It's like pulling a diamond out from the mine, something only he had worked so hard to find. He covets it. He wants to hide it away. He wants to find more of them. He's normally so level, difficult to rile up, and yet right now he's done it.
And it's his to hear. ]
That's good β
[ He moves his mouth, speaks words against already worried skin, taking to sucking a fresh red spot further down his chest, a companion to one of those scars, scraping his teeth against, it, still doggedly trying to break skin. Like he's a puzzle if he just tried to open him up just right. Could he, if he worked at it hard enough?
At the very least, he has the chance. ]