He should have slid away, like a slippery little eel when he had the chance. Vergilius has him pinned down, and his bulk is large enough that he has nowhere to go, as if he could push him off. As if he would want to. He's trapped, but what a sweet prison it is. His breath picks up β restrained, choked slightly from his weight β a different kind of choking.
His fingers still against his thighs, fingers halfway between scraping and digging in. Vergilius's fingers run through his hair, gentler than they should right now.
He's still being punished; he knows it. He could say no, it would be so easy. So easy. They would both know it's a lie. He's already trapped, and pink already dusts half his face, his ears, his chest. He stares up at him, at the smile on his lips, at his eeys peering at him from behind his bangs. ]
Would you... hold it against me if I did?
[ Would they? Could they? Should they? He was sick of them too, these words that said so little, but they were armor too. Could that be discarded? Maybe not fully, but... ]
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He should have slid away, like a slippery little eel when he had the chance. Vergilius has him pinned down, and his bulk is large enough that he has nowhere to go, as if he could push him off. As if he would want to. He's trapped, but what a sweet prison it is. His breath picks up β restrained, choked slightly from his weight β a different kind of choking.
His fingers still against his thighs, fingers halfway between scraping and digging in. Vergilius's fingers run through his hair, gentler than they should right now.
He's still being punished; he knows it. He could say no, it would be so easy. So easy. They would both know it's a lie. He's already trapped, and pink already dusts half his face, his ears, his chest. He stares up at him, at the smile on his lips, at his eeys peering at him from behind his bangs. ]
Would you... hold it against me if I did?
[ Would they? Could they? Should they? He was sick of them too, these words that said so little, but they were armor too. Could that be discarded? Maybe not fully, but... ]
Perhaps I only want you to be honest, Vergilius.