[he gets up. he has another long drink, sets the bottle on the nightstand. it almost glows in an aesthetically interesting way, not that either of them are interested.
he crawls in after him. he doesn't push, but he kneels on the edge of the bed, weight sinking the mattress. his back is straight. his posture's inviting. challenging, almost.]
I like you.
[his head lilts lazily around as he keeps balance. he's obviously past the part of good judgement, but his neck and his collar look so pretty...]
They don't have to know. I won't tell them. [his gaze drops, he looks distracted, laughing a little to himself.] You won't tell them...
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he crawls in after him. he doesn't push, but he kneels on the edge of the bed, weight sinking the mattress. his back is straight. his posture's inviting. challenging, almost.]
I like you.
[his head lilts lazily around as he keeps balance. he's obviously past the part of good judgement, but his neck and his collar look so pretty...]
They don't have to know. I won't tell them. [his gaze drops, he looks distracted, laughing a little to himself.] You won't tell them...