[ He's not the one who just ate someone who wrote bad poetry, so...perspective.
He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]
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He tips his head into Mystery's hand, turning his face to press a kiss to his palm. He sighs against his skin, lashes brushing his cheeks when he briefly closes his eyes to savor. Is he allowed this, this intimacy, this tentative happiness? Surely this will go sour eventually. ]
Come, darling. Take me to bed. [ For fooling around, or just a cuddle. He doesn't care. ]